Relief
Promoted to Diamond IV
“Phew, finally hit Diamond.”
I'd pulled an all-nighter grinding the game. After messing around in Platinum, the braindead players started thinning out—no, it wasn't that they got better; it was that hanging with those Silver scrubs had dulled my instincts, and once they recovered to their original sharpness, those Plat idiots weren't even a challenge anymore. At this rate, I could smash through Master tier like it was nothing.
I queued up again. Got wrecked in two straight losses and logged off. Pushing further would've gotten me demoted back to Plat. But damn, even in Diamond, the chimps never disappeared.
“Fucking hell.”
I flopped onto the bed after quitting. Memories of yesterday started creeping back in. Come to think of it, what happened after? Honestly, I just wanted to wipe it from my mind. But you can't deal with shit if you don't know the situation. Steel yourself, I thought, and activated Diorama.
'Check on Eun-byeol first.'
I scanned Eun-byeol's place first. Her front door was wide open. She was being questioned by the cops. Looked like the investigation had already kicked off.
'Shit.'
I zoomed in close to eavesdrop.
“So, you're saying the guy's head just... exploded out of nowhere?”
“Y-yes...”
“Hmm, got it. Let's start with a quick test, then.”
“T-test?”
Eun-byeol was trembling like a leaf. The cop looked awkward as he pulled out a small device and handed it to his subordinate.
“It's just a basic mana scanner. Even if you pass now, you might get a summons later, so keep that in mind.”
Just a regular civilian. Basic healing arts at best.
“Yeah?”
The subordinate reported to his boss. Eun-byeol looked a bit relieved at that.
“Alright, investigation paused for now. If a summons comes, show up then. Might not even happen, depending on things, so don't stress too much.”
“O-okay...”
The cops left, and Eun-byeol sank onto the bed. She clutched her chest, taking deep breaths. Then yesterday's scene flashed in her mind, making her shudder and collapse flat.
I manipulated Diorama to the crime scene. No time to just stare at her face. To plan my next move, I needed to see how things were unfolding.
The alley where I'd offed the guy that morning was crawling with police tape. Being near university district, college kids passing by were sneaking peeks and snapping pics. Cops blocked it off, but they couldn't stop me through Diorama. I slipped in to eavesdrop.
“This is weird.”
“What is?”
A woman in uniform was fiddling with a device. The mana forensics team that always shows up for superhuman crimes. She kept running the mana detector, muttering.
“No mana reactions at all. The faint lingering pattern is Kim Dae-yang's.”
Detecting Kim Dae-yang's mana pattern meant he'd instinctively shielded himself with mana before dying.
“So the attacker used mana too... but why no trace?”
The forensics tech tilted her head, scanning again. But the device picked up nothing beyond Kim Dae-yang's pattern. Her assistant yawned beside her.
“Maybe someone covered it up?”
“Even if squashed, echoes remain. Echoes can be restored. But there's zilch here. A few scraps, but all old.”
“So, beat him to death without mana?”
She shot her assistant a retard-stare. With a sigh, she said,
“Does that make sense? CCTV shows only So Eun-byeol and Kim Dae-yang. Then boom—his head explodes.”
“Weird. Corpse and alley don't look like gunfire. So, So Eun-byeol did it?”
“Sent cops to check. She's a normie. Or a pro who fooled the field scanner. But a pro wouldn't be slinging convenience store shifts.”
And no pro would murder so blatantly.
“Then what?”
“Dunno. Ways to erase mana exist, but... whatever. Cops'll handle it. Pack up and hand off the data. Let's bounce.”
“No sense of duty, huh.”
“We got no investigative authority. Do our job, kid.”
Smack! She backhanded the sassy assistant, who grumbled and shut up.
'They haven't caught on?'
Watching live, my pounding heart settled as I lay back. They had zero clue it was me.
'Wait, I just flicked my finger, right?'
Thinking back, I hadn't used mana at all. Pure finger-flick. But with Diorama scaled 1:10, my finger was thug-head-sized, packing insane force. Just raw physical power.
Though I did use the awakening ability Diorama.
'Does Diorama leave no mana pattern?'
Powers didn't consume mana, so no pattern. Anything I did through Diorama was beyond modern tech...
This is OP as fuck.
“Hoo...”
I calmed my shaking excitement. My lips twitched into a grin. What was I even scared of, fuck.
I tailed the forensics team via Diorama. Now that I looked, the woman was pretty cute. Uniform, black stockings—big tits too, milf vibes.
“Fuck, she's hot.” Tension gone, mood lifted, dick stirring. I peeked under her skirt. Dark, but panty outline visible. Black ones. Made me wanna bury my nose in it. Can Diorama smell pussy?
5 SP deducted.
Sniff sniff.
I gave the pussy scent a whiff. Sound was free, but smell cost. 5 SP for a pussy sniff? Worth it—recovers in 5 mins anyway.
“Hm, not great.”
First real pussy smell wasn't amazing. Kinda sour sweat. But knowing it was pussy? Kinda hot.
Tap, tap, tap.
5 SP deducted.
5 SP deducted.
5 SP deducted.
I jerked off, sniffing pussy scent now and then. Wanted to poke it, but held back. No need to tip off forensics about my existence. A poke wouldn't feel great anyway. High risk, low reward.
Splat!
“Ahh, fucking gold.”
My dick erupted like it'd seen Kim Hyun-jo's talk concert, spewing cum. First wank in 10 hours—balls felt drained clean.
“Cleanup done? Let's head out.”
“Yeah.”
Vroom. They drove off just as I geared for round two. Out of Diorama range soon after. Just getting started, damn.
“Tch.”
I hunted for the next jerk-off target. All uggos today.
'Maybe console Eun-byeol?'
Porn or her? Decided her—probably still shaken from yesterday. My duty to care for her.
I lit up her place in Diorama. She was showering. Tiny studio bathroom. Huddled on the floor, head buried under the water. Curled up—no tits or pussy visible.
Problem.
10 SP deducted.
Poke. Lightly jabbed her side boob with a finger. She peeked up, then shrugged it off and curled again.
Hard to jerk like this. How to uncurl her? Toes ain't bad, but pussy's a must. She'd stand eventually, but my dick was raging—no patience.
Pondering tits and pussy, inspiration hit. Old fable: The North Wind and the Sun. Bet on who strips the traveler first.
'Sun won, right?'
Wind blows hard, traveler clings tighter. Warm sun makes him shed layers willingly. Better than poking—apply the theory.
I sent her a message.
'The Guy Whose Dick's About to Get Hard' shows interest.
“Wh-what the hell is this?”
Oh fuck. Didn't change the name.