After arriving at my apartment, I met with the landowner, and after a quick check and handing over the keys, we signed the necessary papers.
I also informed the federal revenue, state tax agency, postal office, bank, and other relevant parties.
And so, I legally moved in with my new girlfriend.
Back at the house...
After getting home, Tess happily arranged company matters while I was absorbing knowledge.
The general knowledge the Acended has started from kindergarten level to bachelor's degree in all subjects.
And this is just unspecialized knowledge.
Pick any random academic subject, and you could reach the level of a professor in any specialization and sub-category, given enough time. And that is in 2150 standards.
Languages are also part of the inheritance. The Ascended are born knowing some common languages to academic proficiency, including English, Hindi, Mandarin, Japanese, Spanish, French, Arabic, Bengali, Russian, Portuguese, Indonesian, German, Polish, Turkish, Italian, and Latin.
Along with that, they also have access to, and I quote, over 7,100 languages. Crazy, right?
And there are also fighting, survival, tactics, and muscle memories, all reaching the level of an expert, if not master.
Even with my fast absorption rate, it would take me months of continuous absorption just for general knowledge.
As for learning EVERYTHING? I am not sure my brain can handle it even as an Ascended.
I would probably need to evolve a few more times for that.
As of now, I am studying programming skills. I still need to prepare some things the AI can't do.
By the way, the laptop I have can program things on order. All I need to do is describe what I want, and boom.
I didn't even need the games on that library computer. If you describe it well enough, AI can generate some simple games.
As for what counts as simple? A game with less than 100GB, artwork, animation, and sound included in 8k resolution.
Even the most complicated games in 2022 are nothing.
The only problem is that the AI lacks imagination and needs user input to fine-tune it.
... Not that I plan on making new games or anything. Those ten games are enough for now.
Just then...
Clack*
"Iver! I have a problem!"
Looking over, I saw Tess outside her room, looking distressed.
"What is it, Tess?" - I asked with a frown.
"Look!" - Tess said, raising her driving license.
I then immediately understood the problem.
The picture. It contained the old Tess.
Tess's change is too drastic, and it can pose many problems.
For example, proving she is Tess.
If she goes to a bar and people see her picture, they would block her or even call the police.
Even if she does prove things, people would question how this happened.
What was she supposed to say? That her godly boyfriend did hocus pocus and boom, she is hot?
She would hit the headlines for that.
In a harmful way.
"Iver... what am I supposed to do?" - Tess asked worriedly.
"Hm... who has your photos after you got burned?" - I asked.
"Except for the bank, federal offices, state offices, bank, police department, and pictures my bitch of a cousin posted to make me a laughing stock on social media? Nothing. My so-called adoptive family was too disgusted to take photos with me." - Tess frowned with resentment and anger.
"... That explains the sneaky angles of her pictures..." - I thought.
"So, when was the last time you took a photo?" - I asked.
"Two years ago, when I renewed my ID." - Tess said.
"And nothing after?" - I continued to ask.
"No... I wasn't keen on posting my photos on social media." - Tess looked down.
"And you didn't meet anyone?" - I continued asking.
"Not anyone I know of... I mostly stayed in my house. Only in the last three months, I had contact with my dealer, but he doesn't know who I am..." - Tess said.
"... Okay, I think we can do something about it." - I said after some thought.
"Really?!" - Tess's eyes widened.
"Yes. We can't change you're past, but we can fake history." - I smiled.
"Fake history?" - Tess asked back.
"Sure. With the technology of the future, it's easy! Let's go to the laptop." - I said and got up.
...
Half an hour later...
"And... Done." - I smiled while leaning back on my chair.
"I-Is this real?!" - Tess looked in disbelief.
It was because, on the laptop screen, she saw her natural transformation from a blistered and morbidly obese ugly girl to her current hot self.
Yes, not only did her blisters heal and peel off, slightly scarring before fading away, and her fat body changed to an athletic one, all in two years.
The story was that I started secretly dating her two years back. This, in turn, caused her to be less anxious and more secure, making the blisters on her face slowly go away and gradually stop stress eating and even exercising, which helped her get thin and athletic.
There were even photos of me helping her every step of the way, proving that someone witnessed it all.
And only today she dared to post it.
This showed undeniable and chronological proof of Tess's transformation.
I faked our history and created a perfect alibi.
It also explained how I ended up hooking up with a rich hot girl above my league.
"How?" - Tess looked at me in awe.
"Deepfake AI, but cranked up to 11. In the future, it will be so real that even AI detection algorithms can't tell things apart. You can construct a person from scratch through this, let alone change a person from point A to point B." - I said.
"Anyways, make some appointments, and I will go with you when needed." - I smiled.
"But I need it for starting our corporation... And more importantly, for our date!" - Tess looked at me with puppy eyes.
"The corporation can wait for a few weeks. It's not a big deal... But we don't need to drink out, you know? We can cook a romantic dinner together, go to an over-the-top dessert place, watch a movie, have a picnic, or anything else, really." - I gently said.1Real and effective second dates
"Okay... I'll make YOU plan our date, then, Honey~." - Tess's expression turned 180 into a playful one, poking my chest.
"Ah... Sure. I'll try." - I said warily.
"Well, all that said, I need a temporary license, though." - Tess frowned.
"No worries, I have a plan. Do you have a printer?" - I asked.
Ten minutes later...
I pulled a paper sheet from the printer and handed it to Tess.
"Done. Your lost license will be reissued and arrive in two weeks via mail." - I said.
"I still can't believe you changed the photo in the DMV archives..." - Tess took the paper.
It contained her temporary license, photo included.
[If you think that is hard, then oh boy... You are in for a surprise.] - Arly said on the table.
"What surprise?" - Tess asked.
[Not much. I am only hacking the Interpol, FBI, CIA, Pentagon, the White House, National Security, and just about the entire Intelligence Community for the last 2 hours.] - Arly said smugly.
"H-How?! No, why?! Iver, what is going on?" - Tess looked at me for answers.
"I gave the go-ahead. I need some answers." - I said.
"Answers? About what?" - Tess frowned.
"About monsters." - I said frankly.
"Monsters?! Wait, is this about that warning you gave me?" - Tess widened her eyes.
"Yes." - I nodded heavily.
"... What happened in that alley?" - Tess asked warily.
"Someone died at a monster's hands... And someone covered it up." - I explained.
"And you suspect it was the government?" - Tess caught on.
"Exactly." - I nodded.
"... Should we move out of the city? I have the money..." - Tess asked worriedly.
"It is too early to conclude, so we should first wait for Arly's report." - I said.
"Alright..." - Tess nodded, a bit more relaxed.
"Arly, how long until you are done?" - I asked.
[I'll need a few more hours to finish the info gathering. Though, I did find information about the monster.]
"What is it?" - I asked.
[The monster in your city is one of those super-soldiers, AKA supers. The files don't tell much, but it says one of the supers went AWOL and ended up here two weeks ago. A special task force made entirely of Supers called God Hunters was dispatched to capture it and bring it back, dead or alive, but it is still in hiding. They also employed the FBI, media manipulation, and brainwashing to clean up any mess the Super is causing.]
"... Well, things just got simpler... and a lot more complicated." - I frowned.
The monster is a rogue Super, and the government is covering for it. And having the Supers going on a monster hunt in my city didn't sit well with me.
Also, from this information, I can conclude the Supers are likely the product of tomb guardian experiments, which means they are related to the secret society Great Grandpa Ryan worked for. Either directly or indirectly.
And that also means they are influential enough to become a hidden global power. I wouldn't be surprised if half the world is under their grasp.
"Anything else?" - I asked.
[I have good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?] - Arly asked.
"The bad ones."
[Bad ones it is. The Super has an unstable mental state and is randomly and gruesomely murdering people at night, sometimes eating parts of them. Until now, he butchered nine innocent people and counting, all written off as missing. Another point is that this Super has shapeshifting, stealth, and telekinetic powers, making tracking and detection hard for the God Hunters, and why he didn't leave the city yet. Also, he is a so-called class 2 Super.]
"Class 2 Super? Explain." - I frowned.
[I am not sure. It isn't that detailed, and some data seems to be off the internet, likely inside closed systems. In any case, it is revealed that the higher the class of a Super is, the more potent his body and powers are. It starts from Class 0 Supers. They have more powerful but still-human-level bodies and barely-useable superpowers. Class 1 Supers have a physique up to twice as powerful as class 0 Supers, and their powers are up to ten times as potent. And every subsequent one is stronger than the previous one by the same rough standards.]
"Hm... Class 2 is somewhere between a Kin Leader and a Kin Lord, then." - I thought.
"And the good news?"
[So far, he only murdered isolated people in dark alleys, all beggars and drug addicts. And this only happened late at night in secluded places. In other words, if you don't deliberately make yourself an easy target, he won't attack.]
"Okay, good enough." - I nodded.
"So, what do we do?" - Tess asked.
"Nothing." - I replied.
"Nothing?" - Tess raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing." - I nodded.
"Is this okay?" - Tess made a face.
"It is. Just treat it as a hobo serial killer. Besides, if he gets near us, I can sense him, and we'll go the other way." - I shrugged.
At first, I was wary of it because of Trod's words. After all, if it is as strong as a Kin Ruler, few things can stop it.
However, it appears we were overthinking things.
If it was a class 3 Super, I might be more wary, but a class 2 Super? I have methods to handle it.
That said, I won't go seeking it out. I'll play it neutral. There is no need to draw unnecessary attention to myself like some meddlesome vigilante in some generic comic book.
"... Does that mean we can still go on our date?" - Tess blinked at me.
"Ah... That was what she was worried about..."
"Yes, Tess. We can go on our date." - I warily smiled.
Hearing my words, Tess smiled broadly and held my hand.
"Then, did you plan anything yet?" - Tess asked with narrowed eyes.
"Grocery shopping, cooking a nice dinner, and then watching a silly movie on Netflix. How about it?" - I smiled back.
"Sounds like a date to me!"
And with that, we went grocery shopping.
...
In a large luxury house in downtown Seattle...
In a large backyard with a pool...
Two men and a woman lay on tanning chairs.
The first man is a large well-defined bald African-American in his mid-thirties with tribal tattoos on his left arm, extending to his oily, hairless chest. He was sunbathing in pink swim briefs and black sunglasses, and his right ear had a diamond earring.2Holy shit! A gay character. Wow. They exist. Who knew?
The second man was a burly and hairy Latino in his mid-fifties, his short greyish hair unpainted, and the battle scars adorning his rough body as trophies. Under a beach umbrella, he read a satire book in Spanish, sometimes taking a sip from his iced smoothy.
Next to him, a pretty and petite Asian woman in her late twenties slept peacefully on her belly, covered in a black, revealing bikini, and she had a butterfly tattoo on her lower back.
Splash*
A black-haired young man in his early twenties climbed out of the pool, wearing swimming trunks. His chiseled frame and dashing looks were enough to drop panties with his one pearly smile.
Brushing his hair back, he walked to a chair next to the Asian woman and lay there, putting on his sunglasses.
Tilting his head slightly, he spoke.
"Hey, Shufen—"
"Shut it, needle dick. I'm trying to sleep." - The Asian woman, Shufen, snappily said without opening her eyes.
"Tch. Stop calling me that, dammit..." - The young man clicked his tongue in annoyance.
To his words, Shufen tilted her head, lowered her sunglasses, and took a disdainful glance at his privates before returning to sleep without saying anything.
That silence was even more hurtful than retorting.
"Grr... Hairy old man lover..." - The young man almost gnashed his teeth.
"What's wrong with liking hairy older gentlemen? I think they are manly, wise, and experienced... And several times bigger, needle dick." - Shufen said venomously, her eyes still closed.
"I, for one, like younger and petite Asian babes, so it works out well." - The older man said, extending his large, rough hand to Shufen's firm rear.
And, without any resistance, he boldly rubbed it and gave it a good squeeze.
"Mm..." - Shufen moaned in content, clearly enjoying his manhandling.
"Show-off..." - The young man said bitterly.
"So, what did you want to ask, little Alfie?" - The older man asked, taking his hand back.
Taking a deep breath to not retort on the little part, Alfie spoke.
"Where are the others, Alberto?" - He asked.
"It's Albertus, newbie." - Albertus corrected.
"... Albertus, where are the others?" - Alfie corrected himself.
"Don't know, don't care. Ask Da'vante." - Albertus said.
"... Da'vante, can you please tell me where the others are?" - Aflie asked the African American man.
"Sure, sweety. Giovanni and Chana are sparring in the basement, Reuben is making some drinks, and Robert, Madison, and Eloise are grocery shopping." - Da'vante said and yawned.
"Grocery shopping?! There is a damn class 2 shapeshifting assassin on the loose!" - Alfie exclaimed.
"Because Madison is a class 2 detector, Robert is a class 2 fighter, and Eloise is a class 3 Psionic, and they're not as weak as you, class 1 rapist." - Shufen spat.
"It's Influencer! Influencer!" - Alfie angrily retorted.
"Wow, what a big difference. You influence the minds of innocent and vulnerable women to sleep with you. That sure isn't rape..." - Shufen sarcastically said.
"Hey! I don't need to use my powers to get laid! I can get it on with most single women within two hours!" - Alfie claimed.
"Perhaps, but you need it so that the women that see your needle won't run away laughing, changing their sensitivity to enjoy your limp noodle, and editing their memories so they won't tell anyone about it." - Shufen snickered.
"Grr..." - Alfie clenched his teeth.
However, he didn't dare get physical because he was the weakest in the team, the only class 1 Super. And a non-fighter, at that.
On the other hand, everyone else on the team was class 2 and above, with Shufen being a class 2 fighter with body enhancement and a healing factor.
They only kept him around to edit bystander memories in case Eloise wasn't available. And he wasn't even strong enough to influence those on the same level, not to mention those above him.
Smack*
"Ahn~"
A large, rough hand smacked Shufen's rear, causing her to moan coquettishly, mostly intentionally.
"Okay, kitty, enough messing with the newbie." - Albertus reprimanded.
"Hmhmhm~ Okay, darling~." - Shufen said in a seductive tone.
"I'm gonna be sick..." - Alfie muttered.
Just then, a feminine-looking man walked through the back entrance while holding a tray of drinks.
"Lady and gentlemen~ Who wants a refill?~" - Reuben called.
"Me!" - Everyone raised their hands.
After arriving at my apartment, I met with the landowner, and after a quick check and handing over the keys, we signed the necessary papers.
I also informed the federal revenue, state tax agency, postal office, bank, and other relevant parties.
And so, I legally moved in with my new girlfriend.
Back at the house...
After getting home, Tess happily arranged company matters while I was absorbing knowledge.
The general knowledge the Acended has started from kindergarten level to bachelor's degree in all subjects.
And this is just unspecialized knowledge.
Pick any random academic subject, and you could reach the level of a professor in any specialization and sub-category, given enough time. And that is in 2150 standards.
Languages are also part of the inheritance. The Ascended are born knowing some common languages to academic proficiency, including English, Hindi, Mandarin, Japanese, Spanish, French, Arabic, Bengali, Russian, Portuguese, Indonesian, German, Polish, Turkish, Italian, and Latin.
Along with that, they also have access to, and I quote, over 7,100 languages. Crazy, right?
And there are also fighting, survival, tactics, and muscle memories, all reaching the level of an expert, if not master.
Even with my fast absorption rate, it would take me months of continuous absorption just for general knowledge.
As for learning EVERYTHING? I am not sure my brain can handle it even as an Ascended.
I would probably need to evolve a few more times for that.
As of now, I am studying programming skills. I still need to prepare some things the AI can't do.
By the way, the laptop I have can program things on order. All I need to do is describe what I want, and boom.
I didn't even need the games on that library computer. If you describe it well enough, AI can generate some simple games.
As for what counts as simple? A game with less than 100GB, artwork, animation, and sound included in 8k resolution.
Even the most complicated games in 2022 are nothing.
The only problem is that the AI lacks imagination and needs user input to fine-tune it.
... Not that I plan on making new games or anything. Those ten games are enough for now.
Just then...
Clack*
"Iver! I have a problem!"
Looking over, I saw Tess outside her room, looking distressed.
"What is it, Tess?" - I asked with a frown.
"Look!" - Tess said, raising her driving license.
I then immediately understood the problem.
The picture. It contained the old Tess.
Tess's change is too drastic, and it can pose many problems.
For example, proving she is Tess.
If she goes to a bar and people see her picture, they would block her or even call the police.
Even if she does prove things, people would question how this happened.
What was she supposed to say? That her godly boyfriend did hocus pocus and boom, she is hot?
She would hit the headlines for that.
In a harmful way.
"Iver... what am I supposed to do?" - Tess asked worriedly.
"Hm... who has your photos after you got burned?" - I asked.
"Except for the bank, federal offices, state offices, bank, police department, and pictures my bitch of a cousin posted to make me a laughing stock on social media? Nothing. My so-called adoptive family was too disgusted to take photos with me." - Tess frowned with resentment and anger.
"... That explains the sneaky angles of her pictures..." - I thought.
"So, when was the last time you took a photo?" - I asked.
"Two years ago, when I renewed my ID." - Tess said.
"And nothing after?" - I continued to ask.
"No... I wasn't keen on posting my photos on social media." - Tess looked down.
"And you didn't meet anyone?" - I continued asking.
"Not anyone I know of... I mostly stayed in my house. Only in the last three months, I had contact with my dealer, but he doesn't know who I am..." - Tess said.
"... Okay, I think we can do something about it." - I said after some thought.
"Really?!" - Tess's eyes widened.
"Yes. We can't change you're past, but we can fake history." - I smiled.
"Fake history?" - Tess asked back.
"Sure. With the technology of the future, it's easy! Let's go to the laptop." - I said and got up.
...
Half an hour later...
"And... Done." - I smiled while leaning back on my chair.
"I-Is this real?!" - Tess looked in disbelief.
It was because, on the laptop screen, she saw her natural transformation from a blistered and morbidly obese ugly girl to her current hot self.
Yes, not only did her blisters heal and peel off, slightly scarring before fading away, and her fat body changed to an athletic one, all in two years.
The story was that I started secretly dating her two years back. This, in turn, caused her to be less anxious and more secure, making the blisters on her face slowly go away and gradually stop stress eating and even exercising, which helped her get thin and athletic.
There were even photos of me helping her every step of the way, proving that someone witnessed it all.
And only today she dared to post it.
This showed undeniable and chronological proof of Tess's transformation.
I faked our history and created a perfect alibi.
It also explained how I ended up hooking up with a rich hot girl above my league.
"How?" - Tess looked at me in awe.
"Deepfake AI, but cranked up to 11. In the future, it will be so real that even AI detection algorithms can't tell things apart. You can construct a person from scratch through this, let alone change a person from point A to point B." - I said.
"Anyways, make some appointments, and I will go with you when needed." - I smiled.
"But I need it for starting our corporation... And more importantly, for our date!" - Tess looked at me with puppy eyes.
"The corporation can wait for a few weeks. It's not a big deal... But we don't need to drink out, you know? We can cook a romantic dinner together, go to an over-the-top dessert place, watch a movie, have a picnic, or anything else, really." - I gently said.1Real and effective second dates
"Okay... I'll make YOU plan our date, then, Honey~." - Tess's expression turned 180 into a playful one, poking my chest.
"Ah... Sure. I'll try." - I said warily.
"Well, all that said, I need a temporary license, though." - Tess frowned.
"No worries, I have a plan. Do you have a printer?" - I asked.
Ten minutes later...
I pulled a paper sheet from the printer and handed it to Tess.
"Done. Your lost license will be reissued and arrive in two weeks via mail." - I said.
"I still can't believe you changed the photo in the DMV archives..." - Tess took the paper.
It contained her temporary license, photo included.
[If you think that is hard, then oh boy... You are in for a surprise.] - Arly said on the table.
"What surprise?" - Tess asked.
[Not much. I am only hacking the Interpol, FBI, CIA, Pentagon, the White House, National Security, and just about the entire Intelligence Community for the last 2 hours.] - Arly said smugly.
"H-How?! No, why?! Iver, what is going on?" - Tess looked at me for answers.
"I gave the go-ahead. I need some answers." - I said.
"Answers? About what?" - Tess frowned.
"About monsters." - I said frankly.
"Monsters?! Wait, is this about that warning you gave me?" - Tess widened her eyes.
"Yes." - I nodded heavily.
"... What happened in that alley?" - Tess asked warily.
"Someone died at a monster's hands... And someone covered it up." - I explained.
"And you suspect it was the government?" - Tess caught on.
"Exactly." - I nodded.
"... Should we move out of the city? I have the money..." - Tess asked worriedly.
"It is too early to conclude, so we should first wait for Arly's report." - I said.
"Alright..." - Tess nodded, a bit more relaxed.
"Arly, how long until you are done?" - I asked.
[I'll need a few more hours to finish the info gathering. Though, I did find information about the monster.]
"What is it?" - I asked.
[The monster in your city is one of those super-soldiers, AKA supers. The files don't tell much, but it says one of the supers went AWOL and ended up here two weeks ago. A special task force made entirely of Supers called God Hunters was dispatched to capture it and bring it back, dead or alive, but it is still in hiding. They also employed the FBI, media manipulation, and brainwashing to clean up any mess the Super is causing.]
"... Well, things just got simpler... and a lot more complicated." - I frowned.
The monster is a rogue Super, and the government is covering for it. And having the Supers going on a monster hunt in my city didn't sit well with me.
Also, from this information, I can conclude the Supers are likely the product of tomb guardian experiments, which means they are related to the secret society Great Grandpa Ryan worked for. Either directly or indirectly.
And that also means they are influential enough to become a hidden global power. I wouldn't be surprised if half the world is under their grasp.
"Anything else?" - I asked.
[I have good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?] - Arly asked.
"The bad ones."
[Bad ones it is. The Super has an unstable mental state and is randomly and gruesomely murdering people at night, sometimes eating parts of them. Until now, he butchered nine innocent people and counting, all written off as missing. Another point is that this Super has shapeshifting, stealth, and telekinetic powers, making tracking and detection hard for the God Hunters, and why he didn't leave the city yet. Also, he is a so-called class 2 Super.]
"Class 2 Super? Explain." - I frowned.
[I am not sure. It isn't that detailed, and some data seems to be off the internet, likely inside closed systems. In any case, it is revealed that the higher the class of a Super is, the more potent his body and powers are. It starts from Class 0 Supers. They have more powerful but still-human-level bodies and barely-useable superpowers. Class 1 Supers have a physique up to twice as powerful as class 0 Supers, and their powers are up to ten times as potent. And every subsequent one is stronger than the previous one by the same rough standards.]
"Hm... Class 2 is somewhere between a Kin Leader and a Kin Lord, then." - I thought.
"And the good news?"
[So far, he only murdered isolated people in dark alleys, all beggars and drug addicts. And this only happened late at night in secluded places. In other words, if you don't deliberately make yourself an easy target, he won't attack.]
"Okay, good enough." - I nodded.
"So, what do we do?" - Tess asked.
"Nothing." - I replied.
"Nothing?" - Tess raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing." - I nodded.
"Is this okay?" - Tess made a face.
"It is. Just treat it as a hobo serial killer. Besides, if he gets near us, I can sense him, and we'll go the other way." - I shrugged.
At first, I was wary of it because of Trod's words. After all, if it is as strong as a Kin Ruler, few things can stop it.
However, it appears we were overthinking things.
If it was a class 3 Super, I might be more wary, but a class 2 Super? I have methods to handle it.
That said, I won't go seeking it out. I'll play it neutral. There is no need to draw unnecessary attention to myself like some meddlesome vigilante in some generic comic book.
"... Does that mean we can still go on our date?" - Tess blinked at me.
"Ah... That was what she was worried about..."
"Yes, Tess. We can go on our date." - I warily smiled.
Hearing my words, Tess smiled broadly and held my hand.
"Then, did you plan anything yet?" - Tess asked with narrowed eyes.
"Grocery shopping, cooking a nice dinner, and then watching a silly movie on Netflix. How about it?" - I smiled back.
"Sounds like a date to me!"
And with that, we went grocery shopping.
...
In a large luxury house in downtown Seattle...
In a large backyard with a pool...
Two men and a woman lay on tanning chairs.
The first man is a large well-defined bald African-American in his mid-thirties with tribal tattoos on his left arm, extending to his oily, hairless chest. He was sunbathing in pink swim briefs and black sunglasses, and his right ear had a diamond earring.2Holy shit! A gay character. Wow. They exist. Who knew?
The second man was a burly and hairy Latino in his mid-fifties, his short greyish hair unpainted, and the battle scars adorning his rough body as trophies. Under a beach umbrella, he read a satire book in Spanish, sometimes taking a sip from his iced smoothy.
Next to him, a pretty and petite Asian woman in her late twenties slept peacefully on her belly, covered in a black, revealing bikini, and she had a butterfly tattoo on her lower back.
Splash*
A black-haired young man in his early twenties climbed out of the pool, wearing swimming trunks. His chiseled frame and dashing looks were enough to drop panties with his one pearly smile.
Brushing his hair back, he walked to a chair next to the Asian woman and lay there, putting on his sunglasses.
Tilting his head slightly, he spoke.
"Hey, Shufen—"
"Shut it, needle dick. I'm trying to sleep." - The Asian woman, Shufen, snappily said without opening her eyes.
"Tch. Stop calling me that, dammit..." - The young man clicked his tongue in annoyance.
To his words, Shufen tilted her head, lowered her sunglasses, and took a disdainful glance at his privates before returning to sleep without saying anything.
That silence was even more hurtful than retorting.
"Grr... Hairy old man lover..." - The young man almost gnashed his teeth.
"What's wrong with liking hairy older gentlemen? I think they are manly, wise, and experienced... And several times bigger, needle dick." - Shufen said venomously, her eyes still closed.
"I, for one, like younger and petite Asian babes, so it works out well." - The older man said, extending his large, rough hand to Shufen's firm rear.
And, without any resistance, he boldly rubbed it and gave it a good squeeze.
"Mm..." - Shufen moaned in content, clearly enjoying his manhandling.
"Show-off..." - The young man said bitterly.
"So, what did you want to ask, little Alfie?" - The older man asked, taking his hand back.
Taking a deep breath to not retort on the little part, Alfie spoke.
"Where are the others, Alberto?" - He asked.
"It's Albertus, newbie." - Albertus corrected.
"... Albertus, where are the others?" - Alfie corrected himself.
"Don't know, don't care. Ask Da'vante." - Albertus said.
"... Da'vante, can you please tell me where the others are?" - Aflie asked the African American man.
"Sure, sweety. Giovanni and Chana are sparring in the basement, Reuben is making some drinks, and Robert, Madison, and Eloise are grocery shopping." - Da'vante said and yawned.
"Grocery shopping?! There is a damn class 2 shapeshifting assassin on the loose!" - Alfie exclaimed.
"Because Madison is a class 2 detector, Robert is a class 2 fighter, and Eloise is a class 3 Psionic, and they're not as weak as you, class 1 rapist." - Shufen spat.
"It's Influencer! Influencer!" - Alfie angrily retorted.
"Wow, what a big difference. You influence the minds of innocent and vulnerable women to sleep with you. That sure isn't rape..." - Shufen sarcastically said.
"Hey! I don't need to use my powers to get laid! I can get it on with most single women within two hours!" - Alfie claimed.
"Perhaps, but you need it so that the women that see your needle won't run away laughing, changing their sensitivity to enjoy your limp noodle, and editing their memories so they won't tell anyone about it." - Shufen snickered.
"Grr..." - Alfie clenched his teeth.
However, he didn't dare get physical because he was the weakest in the team, the only class 1 Super. And a non-fighter, at that.
On the other hand, everyone else on the team was class 2 and above, with Shufen being a class 2 fighter with body enhancement and a healing factor.
They only kept him around to edit bystander memories in case Eloise wasn't available. And he wasn't even strong enough to influence those on the same level, not to mention those above him.
Smack*
"Ahn~"
A large, rough hand smacked Shufen's rear, causing her to moan coquettishly, mostly intentionally.
"Okay, kitty, enough messing with the newbie." - Albertus reprimanded.
"Hmhmhm~ Okay, darling~." - Shufen said in a seductive tone.
"I'm gonna be sick..." - Alfie muttered.
Just then, a feminine-looking man walked through the back entrance while holding a tray of drinks.
"Lady and gentlemen~ Who wants a refill?~" - Reuben called.
"Me!" - Everyone raised their hands.
