Chapter 11
Karl was chilling on the sofa, watching his system screen with a mad satisfaction, getting ready for work with a sly grin. Leveling up ain't just about points or experience—it's also about how he can shape the world around him with invisible hands.
A power he's getting a grip on. He slid his panel, studying his latest stats.
"Level 2... This is just the beginning," he whispered, grinning.
"Quest with a super challenging target,"
His thoughts drifted back to Mrs. Thompson. The old lady who used to be so rigid has now opened up bit by bit.
Though it initially seemed a tough task, hijacking her sanity paid off.
Now, Mrs. Thompson even smiles more often—at least, when she meets Karl, her subconscious feels Karl is someone close to her. But, that good memory starts fading as Karl realizes how hot and tempting Mrs. Thompson is.
"I want her too," Karl smirked. With each hijack, he dives deeper into this game—twisting others' reality without them knowing.
There's a thin line between connecting people with good intentions and manipulating them for personal gain.
And Karl starts to realize how quickly he's plunging into the latter, and it doesn't bother Karl, Karl's happier now that his boring life is over.
"Ugh... system... give me a new Quest already," he grumbled, more to himself than to the system.