I Became a Police Officer in Crime City

Was everything my fault?

"If only it weren't for appa, I could have gone to college!"

"Who falls for something like that...? You stupid fool! I want a divorce!"

Is the world really supposed to be like this?

Yeah... Back then and even now, people point their fingers at the victims more than the criminals.

Words like 'You could have avoided it if you'd been more careful,' and 'Isn't the person who falls for something like that just an idiot?' stab into a victim's heart like daggers, hurting even more than the pain caused by the crime itself.

But I, too, had once been another perpetrator who inflicted second- and third-degree harm.

I had always prided myself on not being stupid enough to fall for scams, but I learned firsthand that it wasn't nearly as easy as I had thought.

I had devoted sixty years of my life to a company, entered as an ordinary employee, and risen all the way to president—a legendary self-made man who had nothing left to do but enjoy a leisurely retirement.

And yet, unbelievably, I fell victim to voice phishing.

Yeah... If it had been ordinary voice phishing, I wouldn't have fallen for it either.

No, wait... Was that nothing more than self-justification?

The process didn't matter.

In the end, all I held in my hands was a bankbook showing a balance of zero won.

The police... the prosecutors... All they did was tell me to wait a little longer... Just empty words....

No matter how long we waited, they never solved anything, and the only thing that came to my family was ruin.

My daughter cut ties with me, my wife divorced me, and she took the real estate still under my name as alimony.

Shiiiiing~!

'Your wife and daughter abandoned you because it was your fault.'

'What are you going to accomplish by living any longer? Just die. You're a loser in life.'

'The world would be better off if someone like you died.'

Those voices circling in my ears... Those voices saying everything was my fault... Maybe they were hallucinations.

But whether they were hallucinations or not, it no longer mattered to me.

"I... don't want to live anymore...."

A man who had lost everything and even given up on life was ending it all today.

I looked down at the dizzyingly distant ground and threw myself over the edge.

Ttiririring~! Ttiririring~!

"Ugh... My head. Did I drink too much yesterday?"

I feel like I had a nightmare or something.

But tsk... More than that, it feels like my head is splitting apart.

"Up we go!"

I stretched, taking deep breaths to wake myself up and ease my headache.

"MM, what's on today's schedule?"

[Good morning, Police Constable Yoo Hajeong-nim.]

"But how long am I going to be able to change this constable setting? I'm the only police officer here. Wouldn't Police Chief be better than constable?"

[Let me return your own words, Constable Yoo-nim. Since you're the only constable here, what difference does it make whether you're a constable or a police chief?]

"Ugh... Well, I suppose the title doesn't really matter. So, what's today's schedule?"

[You have nothing but patrol duty today. Oh, and did you hear the news yesterday?]

"The news?"

I didn't get to watch anything like the news yesterday because I was drinking with Ren.

[Apparently, a vicious criminal escaped from the Ultra-Max-level Honey Badger facility that you manage.]

"Huh?"

The shocking news left me completely stunned.

"Forget patrolling! MM, you said it was a vicious criminal, right? Who is it?!"

[Prisoner 0038, the Red Number Tag, Notorious-grade criminal Silver Vulture.]

"Seriously? That bastard Silver Vulture was a pain in the ass even when I arrested him before, and now he escaped too?! We're heading out right now!"

I was not originally a woman named Yoo Hajeong.

I had been an ordinary man in his sixties from South Korea, though my life had fallen all the way to rock bottom.

I had lost everything I had built over my lifetime to voice phishing and even given up on my own life. For me to become the Yoo Hajeong I was now... Since I was twenty-one, I must have traveled back twenty-one years.

Modern Cross City, a city rife with crime.

"I'm sorry, ttal. I can barely survive myself...."

A gaunt woman abandoned a baby in a back alley and walked away.

'Huh...?'

And that baby was me.

I was certain I had jumped off a rooftop.

Yet when I opened my eyes, some woman was smoking beside me. Though, thinking about it now, I wasn't even sure what she had been smoking.

'If you didn't have the confidence to raise a child, you shouldn't have given birth in the first place... Where the hell is this?'

This didn't feel like an ordinary city's back alley.

It felt more like an alley in an American hood.

It was a place where no one would find any crime strange.

'Of all things, why did I have to be reincarnated as a baby who couldn't even walk yet?'

This didn't seem like a dream.

It was far too vivid to be a dream I was having while miraculously surviving my fall from the rooftop in a coma.

That left only one conclusion.

I had been reincarnated.

And this place was another world, not the Earth I had lived on.

'Good thing I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠read all those fantasy novels.'

If I hadn't even read things like that, I couldn't imagine how I would have accepted this situation.

'But am I a girl? Or a boy?'

I didn't have the strength to even lift my head, so I couldn't tell for sure, but judging by the small thing I could strangely feel between my legs, I seemed to be a boy... Yet the words that woman had said while abandoning me bothered me.

'She called me her daughter, right?'

Then was I a girl? If so, what was that thing hanging there?

'Hahahaha... No way.'

I suddenly remembered a genre of dirty comics I hadn't looked at since a friend showed me one exactly once during my school days. It had never really been my thing.

'Futanari....'

A futanari is an intersex mutation born with both male and female reproductive organs.

Of course, such people did exist in reality, but I had heard it was common for one part—or in severe cases, two parts—not to function properly.

'I'm futanari... I'm actually futanari!!!'

At least it had been confirmed that I wasn't a boy.

But putting aside being an ordinary girl, why did I have to be a girl with something attached down there...? What kind of divine prank was this?

'No... Let's think positively... It can't be all that bad.'

I had been reborn as a girl, but I possessed a man's mind, and there was absolutely no way I wanted to do that sort of thing with a man.

There was a genre commonly associated with TS called female degradation, but I had no intention of falling into anything like that.

I certainly had no intention of following the cliché where someone says, "I will never become a degenerate female!" only to end up becoming one anyway.

'I want to do it with women....'

In my previous life, I had been a married man, so I couldn't commit an immoral act like adultery.

But the me I was now was not the me from my previous life.

A new identity, a new body, a new life

"Woohoo~! What's a baby doing here?"

"Well, well... Quite a cute little thing... Heh heh heh...."

'W-What the hell?!'

A couple of men who looked like they were openly declaring, "I'm a bad guy!" spotted me and began approaching.

'D-Don't tell me they're harvesting a newborn's organs...?'

My body began to tremble.

I had only just realized I had been reborn, and now I was going to die again?

What the hell was this?! Why could my life never go smoothly?!

Since I was trapped in a baby's body and couldn't speak or move, the only thing I could do was cry.

"Waaaaah!!!!"

"Huh, what?"

"Jackson! The baby's crying because you're shoving that terrifying face in front of it!"

"I-Is this really my fault?"

"Of course it is! Hand the baby over!"

I was handed to the other man.

"Ureureureung~! Peekaboo!"

I guess he thought I was genuinely crying and was trying to soothe me, but your face is every bit as terrifying, you know?

"W-Waaaaaah!!!"

I appreciated the effort, but you failed.

'Come to think of it, these men are kind despite how they look.'

Was this why people said ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠not to judge others by their appearance?

But how could I not judge them when they looked that frightening?

From that day onward, I was raised by a place called the Braxon Family.

I grew rapidly and, before I knew it, became an adult of twenty years old. Thanks to Braxon appa's support, I was able to enroll in college.

"Sniff, our Hajeong is already old enough for college...."

"Hajeong, couldn't you commute from home? This samchon can't bear being separated from you...."

"Samchons, don't cry! And how am I supposed to commute? It's two hours one way, which means four hours round-trip!"

Although it was located within Modern Cross City, the city was so enormous that my college was quite far from the Braxon Family's base. Since traveling back and forth would be difficult, I chose to move into the dormitory.

It wasn't as though I wanted to be separated from everyone in the Family... Well, maybe I did a little.

Honestly, I was probably going to feel homesick, but I couldn't stay attached to those men for the rest of my life, could I?

"I'll come by often."

"You'd better."

"And send us messages!"

"Then I'm off~!"

With Braxon appa and the samchons seeing me off, I left for college.

College life was quite enjoyable aside from assignments and things like that.

Maybe because the university was located in a relatively safer district, the undergraduates were more diligent than expected. There were still requests like, "Just put my name on it," but I rarely encountered anyone who brazenly turned the blame on me.

"It's finally vacation!"

Time flew by, and vacation arrived.

I planned to return to the Family during the first week to spend time with Braxon appa and the samchons, then go out with my college friends starting in the second week.

"Right. I should message Braxon appa and the samchons to let them know I'm coming."

I took out my smartphone to send a message.

"Oh? Braxon appa sent me a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠message."

**[Message]

**

[Sender: Braxon appa]

[Content: Never... absolutely never... come to the House...]

"What? He says not to come to the House?"

I knew he liked playing pranks, but telling me not to come was taking things too far.

"Hmph! Now that it's come to this, I should surprise him. Hee hee hee...."

After roughly packing my things, I took a bus to the western district, where the Family's House was located.

"It really has been a long time since I was here."

I got off at the stop near the House, but the silence hanging over the area gave me a strange sense of unease.

"What is this?"

I decided it was just my imagination and headed toward the House, grinning as I wondered how I should prank Braxon appa and the samchons.

But then———.

"Huh?"

The place where the House should have stood was filled with scattered debris.

"Samchons?"

The samchons were lying all around the area, and not a single part of their bodies remained uninjured, as though a fierce battle had taken place.

"Could it have been those gangsters...?"

But the gangsters had no reason to attack the Braxon Family.

After being thoroughly beaten by Braxon appa once, those chickens hadn't even dared to think about it again. There was no way they would have come charging in.

"H-Hajeong...."

"That voice... Braxon appa!"

It was Braxon appa's voice.

I ran toward where I had heard it.

Crunch-!

"Ah... You're still alive. Maybe I should have crushed your skull first?"

"Grrrgh...."

When I ran toward the voice, I found Braxon appa lying on the ground.

Just as I was about to run to him, someone appeared, stepping on appa's head.

"Hm? There was a cute little girl among all these gloomy old men?"

"You... Who are you?! Get your foot off Braxon appa's head right now!"

She was a white-haired woman in black, ragged clothes, with dark circles under her eyes.

The atmosphere surrounding her was so ominous that I flinched without meaning to, but Braxon appa was more important than that.

"What if I don't?"

Kkwak-!

"Grrrraaaagh!"

"You damn bastard...!"

"Hahahaha! I like that expression! But I have another expression I like even more. How about this?"

The woman raised her foot high, then brought it straight down toward Braxon appa's head.

"N-No!!!!!!!"

[Sleep mode terminated, checking user...]

What was this?

The incomprehensible sentence that had been on my wrist since childhood began to glow, and a voice rang inside my head.

[User Yoo Hajeong confirmed. Greetings. I am the crime-suppression artificial intelligence Malefactor Mitigation System, commonly known as MM.]

"MM? But why does everything around me look so slow?"

[This situation has been judged dangerous. The Clock Up system has been activated. Since this was an arbitrary execution based on my own judgment, I cannot maintain it for very long. From this moment forward, you must become a police officer.]

"A police officer?"

[Do you not know what a police officer is?]

"No, I know what one is... But there aren't any police officers in this city, are there?"

That was right. Modern Cross City was practically a lawless zone, so there were no judicial institutions here, let alone police.

Of course, if a criminal went too far, a stronger criminal might step in and lynch them. That was about the extent of it.

[That is precisely why you must become a police officer. Yoo Hajeong, do you want to become a criminal? Or do you want to become a hero who catches criminals?]

A criminal... Of course I didn't want to become one.

The Braxon Family claimed to be this district's vigilantes, but they were still a criminal organization.

Even so, Braxon appa and the samchons had wanted me to live an ordinary life instead of becoming a criminal.

'I don't like criminals either, personally....'

[Now, we do not have much time. You must decide while I give you a quick explanation.]

"... I don't want to become some hero. But... I do want to save those who suffer at the hands of criminals."

[You do not want to be a hero, but you do want to save people... Quite a convenient way of thinking. Still, I liked your answer. From now on, you are Police Constable Yoo Hajeong-nim.]

"Constable? I'm the only police officer here, so why am I a constable?"

[Because I said so.]

"Ah... Right...."

Well, there was no need to nitpick at an AI that was offering to help me.

"So what do I have to do?"

[At the same time as I release Clock Up, I will summon the criminal before you—the Notorious-grade Dueoksini—into the Execution Space. After that, subdue Dueoksini and fuck her.]

"Huh?"

What was that supposed to mean?

Fuck her?

[Exactly as stated. Use your cock to violate Dueoksini's pussy.]

"That's a little too explicit to be 'exactly as stated,' isn't it? You should explain why I have to do that."

"Ah, my explanation was lacking. You really do get straight to the point and make things troublesome for me. This is a correctional system that only applies within the Execution Space. If you shove that cock of yours into a criminal's pussy and finish by ejaculating, you will be able to copy the criminal's ability."

"What? Copy? Is that really possible?"

Criminals who were more than ordinary criminals—those assigned one of seven ranks, from Remnant → Omen → Notorious → Disaster → Great Disaster → Heavenly Punishment → Nation Extinction—were all espers.

Even a Remnant-grade criminal possessed enough power to easily kill around fifteen untrained ordinary people.

For reference, esper abilities could only be awakened by women.

'But I can copy such abilities, even if the method is a little... questionable?'

I could catch criminals and gain their abilities. It was the very definition of killing two birds with one stone.

Who cared about the method?

"All right. If you release this Clock Up thing, Braxon appa will be safe, right?"

[You will be moved to the Execution Space immediately, so he will be safe.]

"Then do it."

[Understood.]

The time flowing around me gradually began returning to normal.

At the same time, the woman's body—the woman who had been about to stomp on my and Braxon appa's heads—was transported somewhere the moment MM said the word "transfer."

It was a strange space that gave off a feeling much like cyberspace. The woman looked around in fascination, then spoke.

"How fascinating~ Where is this?"

She was the Notorious-grade criminal Dueoksini, right?

How dare she lay a hand on my family?

Even if she begged me to stop fucking her, I wouldn't show her any mercy.

"You're fucking dead!"

I said she was fucking dead, but what was I supposed to do now?

"MM, how do I fight?"

[The Execution Space is Police Constable Yoo Hajeong's domain. Abilities like an esper's cannot be manifested until they are copied, but everything else will obey Constable Yoo's imagination.]

"So that's how it works?"

Well, I hadn't expected some kind of superpower from the very beginning.

But everything besides that could be changed however I wanted. This was pretty great.

"I don't know what this place is, but if I crush your head, I'll be able to get out of here, right?"

Dueoksini glared at me with a chilling gaze, and I flinched slightly. But after reminding myself that the thing in front of me was nothing more than a criminal, I regained my composure.

'Judging by the villain name Dueoksini, she seems like a pleasure killer who enjoys crushing people's heads... I heard esper abilities usually correspond to their villain names. Then....'

I began thinking about how Dueoksini had acted.

She had done nothing but raise her foot and crush her target's head.

'Maybe her ability is some kind of strength enhancement.'

If it was a strength-enhancement ability, she should be easy to subdue.

'MM said that anything I imagined could be created... So, what do I need in this situation...?'

I began racking my brain.

I imagined something that wouldn't break no matter how much force was applied.

[I told you, didn't I? It is all a matter of imagination.]

'Ah...!'

MM's words made me realize something.

The scope of imagination could extend beyond the limits of common sense.

'If I simply imagine something as absolutely unbreakable, then it can become something that cannot be broken!'

A faint smile curved across my lips.

"Then I'll crush you in one go."

"You... Do you happen to know Norse mythology...? Ah, it's not here. There's an old story I know about a cord that bound a certain wolf, made from things that don't exist in this world, and could never be undone. So what should I call this...? You're already tied up, you damned bitch!"

"What? When did this happen?!"

Gleipnir moved according to my imagination without me even having to tie her up myself.

Honestly, I named it Gleipnir, but even if imagination could go beyond common sense, I doubted mine could reach the level of an actual myth. It was probably closer to Gleipnir [Inferior Version].

"T-This won't come off? Untie me right now!"

"You seemed like you had this dazed yet cool image going on, but you're actually just a brat who throws a fit whenever things don't go your way? Then it's time for some problem-child education! Ora! Ora! Oraoraoraoraoraora! Take this Ora!!!"

Puk-! Puk-! Puk-! Puk-! Puk-!

"This one's for the samchon who died, this one's for another dead samchon, and this one is also for a dead samchon!"

"S-Stop! Stop hitting me! I-It hurts!"

"There are still plenty left. You don't know how many samchons our Family has... Do you? After you take all of these, get ready to have your virgin... You're a virgin, right? Anyway, get ready to be pierced down there."

Dueoksini had been beaten into a complete mess, but this was the Execution Space, a place that changed according to my imagination.

I confirmed that, excluding an esper's ability, I was not omnipotent here, but I was at least capable.

After restoring Dueoksini's appearance, I began thinking about how best to fuck her.

"All right! Let's go with the standard missionary position."

[How conventional.]

"Mind your own business!"

"U-Uh? What are you...? Kyaaaaaaah!"

"What? You could make sounds like that too? How much has your image from our first meeting fallen?"

"What the hell are you doing?! S-Stop it!"

I tore off Dueoksini's clothes and looked over her body.

"Her breasts aren't really my type, but I'm not doing this to worry about my preferences anyway."

I hadn't properly identified Dueoksini's ability, but it was definitely some kind of strength enhancement.

If I copied it, it would probably be useful when beating down other criminals later.

"It'll probably be tight, but I don't intend to waste time on foreplay, so here I go."

"D-Don't come near me... Nnnngh!!!"

I immediately shoved my cock into Dueoksini's pussy.

As expected, since she wasn't wet from any foreplay, it was tight and there wasn't much lubrication. But she would get wet soon enough.

Jjeogeok-! Jjeogeok-!

"Looks like you're not a virgin after all. There's no blood."

"Nnngh♡ I-I am... a virgin... A dildo... No... Why am I saying this...? Nnnngh!"

So, did that mean her hymen had torn while someone was fucking her with a dildo?

Well, whether she was a virgin or not didn't matter to me.

"Come on, scream a little louder! You criminal bitch! You should atone for killing our samchons for the rest of your life... No, you don't even deserve to atone. Just keep cumming until you die."

Pangpang-! Jjeogeok jjeogeok-!

Kkuk-! Kkuk-!

"D-Don't press there... Nnnngh♡ Noooo... Hwaaah♡"

"A criminal is talking back? Everything here goes exactly the way I want it to!"

I pressed down repeatedly on the area ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of Dueoksini's abdomen where her uterus was located and continued thrusting.

"I-I'm going to cum... I'm cumming... Nnnngh♡"

"Let's copy your ability first!"

Byureut-! Byreureureut-!

Gulleong~! Gulleong~!

Semen pouring from my cock filled Dueoksini's uterus.

[Ability copy complete. Criminal rank: Notorious. Villain name: Dueoksini. Real name: Jin Yoonah. Ability name: Head Press. This ability allows the user to determine the weight applied to the tip of their foot when stomping on a head, then slam it downward.]

"Oho? It's limited, but it should be useful."

It was quite a useful ability.

"Then shall we keep going?"

"H-Hweee...?"

"Nnnngh... Nhehehe... Hnnngh♡ Nn...."

After setting down Dueoksini—or rather, Jin Yoonah—who had completely passed out and gone limp, I asked MM a question.

"MM, what do I do with her now?"

I pointed at Jin Yoonah and waited for MM's answer.

[First, acquire some land on the outskirts. Then build a prison there.]

"A prison?"

[Yes. Since it will need Ultra-Max-level security, you will also have to hire prison guards. You have quite a lot of work ahead of you.]

"No, I asked what I should do with Dueoksini, so why are you suddenly talking about that?"

[You need somewhere to keep criminals like Dueoksini after Constable Yoo subdues them, don't you? I am explaining that to you, but aren't you thinking rather one-dimensionally?]

"You... Do you really have to say things in a way that gets under my skin?"

[In any case, leave Dueoksini here in the Execution Space for the time being.]

"Is that really okay?"

[I cannot leave her here for very long. At most, perhaps a year?]

That was longer than I had expected, though whether it was long or short depended on how one looked at it.

"So before then, I need to build a prison, recruit guards, and establish a system?"

[Correct.]

"I'll have to take a leave of absence from college."

Time was tight.

I had originally planned to spend a fun vacation with my friends, but all of that had been ruined by this unexpected situation.

Still, I wasn't all that upset.

'I will become the brake on this crime-ridden city... No, the people's cudgel.'

That day, the only police officer in the crime-ridden city was born.