6. ION Code ❤️
My worldview was shaken, but I tried not to show how much. The two women did not ask too many questions as to why he was so unaware of something so common in the world. By the time we were done eating, I was back to myself.
The internet said not everyone in the world had these powers, only one in ten thousand. Even more, a person can only have one; it was an unbroken rule. The last one, Skinchanging, was so rare that only one in a million had that power. The tattoos were natural and were visible since birth.
I need to research this.
When I stopped responding, the two girls stopped speaking as well. We left the diner in silence and stood near a vending machine. The girls were unwilling to let me go. Judy even bought me a cold drink.
I accepted it and asked, "If you are the same as me. Can I see how this Visualer thing works?"
Judy smiled and nodded, "We Visualers can use a medium, usually an object that's familiar to us, like drawings, pictures, figurines, models, etc to store a specific memory. Here."
She pulled out a small model of a castle wrapped in paper and carefully placed it in my hand. When I touched the model directly, a bright flash of light suddenly lit up, and everything around me changed. I was standing before a large real castle; a cool breeze passed by, carrying a fresh spring smell; sounds of people walking, bells ringing.
It was magical.
And it was real. All of it was very fucking real. I could even grab the leaves and see the veins.
It only lasted a second, and then it was gone. I was back on the street. The two girls smiling at me. The fuck was that? I was expecting just a hazy picture or something. That was fucking teleportation!
"How was it?" Judy asked eagerly.
"Short..."
"Ah yes. It's my new one. Just a three-second memory yet. Take this one, its old one. Memory of my parents, 4 minutes." Judy said and presented something coin-sized wrapped in cloth.
"No.. That's too personal." I refused. I was interested in experiencing it again, but that sounded too personal.
"We can make it longer? How long can it get?" I asked.
Ylena replied, "As long as you can. The limiting factor is usually the object. Most everyday things cannot last more than 2 minutes. Iron and steel can hold for 4-5 minutes, but can stretch up to 4-5 hours if the metal piece is larger and of higher quality. The special holders they sell can store ten minutes. Diamond is the highest, 25 hours."
Suddenly, I remembered the drawings my old self sold online. Fucking hell, I sell nsfw memory pieces! It must be pretty common, since my guy was only getting a few thousand per piece.
"So you are here to make memory pieces of good locations." I decided to change the subject.
"Yes," Ylena replied, "The company needs real-time location scenery and weather estimations to choose a place for shooting."
"Oh, you make movies?"
"Our company does advanced scouting for TV shows and yes, some movies," Ylena replied.
"So what did you think of the offer? Are you coming?" Judy asked.
"What offer?" I asked, confused.
"I told you he wasn't listening," Ylena added.
Judy jumped to the side, grabbing my attention, then moving her hands comically said, "We have four more locations to go; we want you to act as a guide for us. Translate things, and help us do conversations. We will pay you 10,000 ZSM."
That was a pretty good amount; the only issue was, "I am new in the city. I have not seen these places."
The women exchanged looks and nodded. "We already planned it all. We only need you to translate. Are you okay with going home after ten?"
"Sure," I smiled and accepted the job.
Money was something I could not refuse right now. We visited several new and old places. Old shrines, castles, iconic buildings, modern art sites, crowded, well-known places, etc. They were truly lost causes when it came to reading. Good thing I was here, or they would have boarded a train to another city twice by now.
Hanging out with them was quite fun. They took a shit ton of pictures, with and without me. My pictures were more than either one of them. Judy was talkative, an extreme extrovert. Ylena was cool, slightly uptight introvert-type. Both were Visualers; it was their job to visit different countries and record memories.
At last, near their hotel, we ate in a fancy restaurant. The company was paying, so they were spending like kings. It was a satisfying end to a cool day. By nightfall, I had forgotten that I was expelled from the academy this morning.
From tomorrow I should find a job.
As a young guy with no experience, degrees, or skill, it was hard to get any permanent job, but I will have to try. Hopefully the reversed gender values will work in my favor. There was no shortage of men, though, so there were still limits to what my dick could get me in this world.
The two women were really drunk. Good thing their hotel was on the same street. I still had to drop them off at their doorstep, or they would fall asleep in the hallway. They both had started flirting openly halfway through the dinner. When I supported them, Judy even felt my chest and ass. Ylena also touched my behind and even my crotch a few times.
No normal man in this world would endure such a thing. But I knew they were good people. Even drunk and way more powerful than me, they were not forcing me to do anything. They even told me several times to leave them and just go. But I dropped them off in their room.
Ylena's left boob was out of her dress. Judy's skirt was pulled up to her waist; the cute cat underwear was slightly wet. The shape of her swollen, big lips was clearly visible. They both started snoring right away once I put them in bed. Before leaving, I took a few pictures.
Sliding Judy's panty was easy enough. Ylena's boobs were just bursting through her bra.
They had already paid me. The food was a bonus. I booked a ride and went home.
I had given the two foreigners my number. They were not the most modest ones, but they were decent people. That's what men on earth were normally like. They could not hide their attraction towards me, despite the huge age gap, but they were not uncontrolled monsters either. They were too scared to even offend me.
By the time I got home, it was 11 PM. Food was in the fridge, but I ignored it. In my room, I found another letter; there was a pen drive with it. It was Sadie.
The letter read: I did it for you. Please do not share. I am trusting you.
She really sent a video of her masturbating. What a pervert. I placed the drive aside and took a shower first.
My hair still wet, I wore shorts and nothing else. Seated at my desk, I searched everything about the Ion Code Users and Visualization. Watched several videos on Amplification and Visualization being used in real time. The tattoo on my fat dick was Aplification.
First of all.. I was a walking disaster for this world with two tattoos on my body. Never in a thousand years had there been a person with two marks. There wasn't even a myth about something like that.
Second, the videos said it takes several years to learn these powers. But when I did as the videos instructed and what Judy taught me.. I created my first memory piece in minutes.
I just had to focus on the mark and think about a memory. I could feel some kind of blood circulation happening in my brain that left me slightly exhausted.
I thought maybe my body was used to it because of old me, but even my Amplification worked perfectly fine. Both powers required deep focus; the longer they were active, the more exhausted one's mind became. It was impossible to record a memory longer than 1 second at once at a time. A professional Visualer could stack that twenty times before needing a nap from a headache.
So the limit was 20 seconds per day.
For Amplification, focus was required but not as much as Visualization. An average Amplifier could remain enhanced for three hours before collapsing.
The five times strength was no joke. When I activated it, I felt like lava bubbling inside me. I was full of energy. I crushed a steel stapler like it was made of cheese. When it said five times basic strength, I thought being a man was a disadvantage for me, but my enhanced strength far exceeded that of any normal woman in this world. Even if she was a pro wrestler. Which was enough power for me.
This was a big relief. Even I myself did not expect to feel so free after gaining such power. Deep within me, there was a fear that these women could overpower me at any time.
A beautiful woman forcing me was somewhat acceptable, but a fat, ugly woman trying to take advantage was nightmare fuel.
But now that fear was gone. I felt truly free. Both powers were quite cool. But then my video game brain decided to experiment with my newfound powers. So I tried combining them at the risk of collapsing.