COI C238

“You can’t make this shit up. Perb! We got our business back on track and you still letting yourself loose at your hobbies”

“Listen to us, come on. Whether we get rich or not, you come back to the city because life out there is hard for a city man like you”

“Cut your addiction, you were a criminal back then and you become a criminal again with magic. As your friends, we need to get rid of that. We are living in a magical post-apocalyptic world. Rebuilding this world should be a piece of cake if all of us work together”

The Perb read his old chat messages with his friends. They are the only few people still believe he could leave his torturous life. His urge tingles the moment his mind stops thinking about them. His addiction grew uncontrollable. The magic tempts him to do the best of his fantasy to make it true. Disguising as a woman to trap a man, the usual rape tactics, and the rest being indulged from him. Those are things he had been doing outside of the city. The thrills go so much for his satisfaction to be at ease. Truly content, but innovation spreads like wildfire.

“Your targets have been found”

“Ah!”

The Perb got surprised as the UI pops up right in front of him. He resets his RAPs after what he tried to do with the robot. It returns to his personal settings and the pop up is now set to text-to-speech.

“Oh nice, the boys are close by. Wink-wink”

He chuckles and embarrassingly shakes his head. This setting is starting to be less charming whereas a flamboyant tone quickly annoys him. It is because it didn’t fit for what he is going into. He is not raping easy prey. His targets are on the hitlist. The dark green dot gang woman said it to him.

The magic circle circulates next to him. It is small and lingers to his side keeping itself like an accessory. It circulates itself as the magic circle keeps turning and spinning. Then his UI starts to bug up. The Perb ignores it as he readies himself as he keeps his real form and hides his face. Deep within his mana, he channels it perfectly to fight the worst. Facing such strong enemies mean his death sentence, yet they are also the people won’t be reporting to the police. It is better this way. They are the enemies of women anyway.

Somewhere around in Mihayara district, something is wrong in their UIs. The bugs start to appear inside. The features they made start to lose control after few adjustments of their personal settings. They quickly found out their UIs start to get haywire. All of them gathered into one place that most people ignored. Hiding inside one of the buildings, closed, but they snuck in as one of the stores belong to one of them. Together, in their own form of community. The stalkers and creeps form a meeting and showing the status of their UIs.

“The forums were right. We adjust in a certain setting causing this bug to happen”

“This is no bug. How is this a bug? They already know that this UI is alive”

“It is rather strange for the others never occurred this kind of incident. Or was it because our own little discovery of sharing an account?”

“It has been months. We managed to get through . . .”

“Until the Enders come and aid our, personal preferences, to be less alluring”

“Or was that fat ass with his fraud idol girls know more about the UI than us?”

. . .

“Warning!”

“Shit! Not again”

Everyone inside the building starts to feel the setback of their hacking into their UI. All of them stiffened and slowly recovers the stress inside their bodies. Moving slowly, in motion, and suddenly returned to their usual self. They quickly take a deep breath from the short event. The UI spasms in warning alert as it goes insane portraying something busted from within. There they could see the sideline ‘delete’ as they don’t dare to touch it. The update function, blurred away in their panels and even hide it for no one would accidentally press it. That’s the only obvious choice, since the people around them were pressing it as normal notifications.

“Exhales* Like the forums said, this UI keeps resetting the moment we personalized it ourselves”

“We just broke the term of service. All of us knew what’s going to happen and why the reset happened only us?”

“Coughs* Where’s the others, we should fix this and get on with our lives. This UI is still a tool and we can still overwrite it like we did sometimes ago”

“Here it is, let’s hope this time we can really hide ourselves”

A magic item placed right in front of them. A prototype and it shows a powerful interference against the UI. Bypassing its hidden protection, it hacked through their UI and it gave into the alternative programming. When it is done, they check their UI as the warning spasms are gone.

“Finally, why are we keep having this for the past 6 months now?”

“The summer festival was surely our time to experiment. Yet, this bug seems to keep us away our true potential”

“What about the others? They probably know about this”

“We will find out when we meet them or when the city mentioned about it. Ours should be the first, and take advantage what we can get”

A man comes in and calls out to everyone. “WE GOT BAD NEWS. Someone who tried to assault a woman got caught”

They turned to him as they look at their device. News spread quickly and the identity in the video exposed the perpetrator. The common fugitive wearing a mask and hoody. After further inspection, the suspect wasn’t being revealed yet. It says a further investigation. This is not the usual news for public shaming. This type of crime will always show their faces to the public.

The identity, the details, and even the life he is going around in his life. None of it seems to show up, and with magic and IDs involved there are no secrets to hide as the city watch over them.

One of them pointed out “He is not one of us. This dumb fuck has nothing of a skill from our groups”

They look at the victim. On screen she looks beautiful. Most common getting stalked with that kind of beauty will surely get them attention. There is one problem though, none of them have no clear interest of her.

These stalkers are very different to the spoiled ones from Fuku City. Rather, the list is actually very genuine to be scared of. The targets are actual blackmailers and manipulators. Those are not newbies on petty things. Not even professionals, but tried their damned lives into this life. The women have found out about them at first when they are learning. Like this woman from the post, she has never show experienced dealing with them. Is she new, or, is she vulnerable at the moment? Questions, questions.

A door slammed open, and the group of the stalkers are running back calling out to the others. “We have company”

They watch them running back, not even giving a chance to fight who is this intruder is. From the last one runs toward them, he was caught. The stalker casts a spell and hits the person who grab him. The person teleports away and appeared above. The stalker slams to the ground by getting sat on. The ladylike sit posting in front of the others in plain sight. None of them were fooled, they shout at him directly

“Perb, are you really giving yourself a death wish?”

The Perb rips the stalker’s pants, heavily protected runes, and greedily laughs at them in his fat ass body.

The magic circle floating vertical, it moves around consuming the mana around. Powering the Perb and the teleportation abilities. He disappeared, skipping the stalker who lost his pants. They turned to the man who calls the Perb out.

“Who the hell was that?”

“For fucks sake, you don’t even know who that guy is”

They look at the other stalker stripped and still didn’t guess. The stalker face palmed himself, and whispers to himself

“Idiots, he is one of those defectors. These people have no idea since they never get out from this city. The Perb is known for going after strong targets. Never would’ve thought he explores further like this”

The gangs from organization, the defectors, and now the stalkers from Mihayara district. Who would believe they know such a pervert like Perb? All of them surely know they don’t care about him. Except his victims wanting him dead. To be able to go this far to become an enemy against known groups. Their disgust reaches down their spine. They use their scrolls to escape this place. The stalker almost followed along, then he sees the man lying down. He sees the mark on him. This mark holds in negating someone to use teleportation or any fast travel abilities. He casts his spell and failed to free him. The Perb might be useful.

On the Perb’s UI, he spots his targets, listed on details, and using the magic circle to concealed their escapes. The targets are trying to hide, somewhere around the stores for any blind spots to counteract him. They ready themselves then soon failed after a few attempts. Mass numbers of strong spells should be able to stop him. Yet, the Perb is persistent with his magic circle consuming every spell they have. One of them have it enough and charges right at him. Immense runes powering up his body, writings in strength of a mighty god. A storm carries the man forward right before the Perb appeared from his teleportation.

The magic circle stops the man reaching close to him. His enemy is right in front of him as the Perb’s eyes suddenly glee at his first victim. The impulse of restraint on the man’s body brought him into disbelief. He can’t move along with his powerful rune spell. It is unbelievable to see the magic circles counter his abilities. On his UI, it found the source that he immediately shared it with the others. Then later, he felt his body being evaporated. His existence is being sucked into the magic circle where his face disappeared before he shows his expression to the Perb.

“You are not on the list. You, lucky motherfucker”

A whisper on his disappointed tone. From all the people will dare to face him, this man is not on the list. He doesn’t know whether these fuckers in disguised like him to be this ready or something is not right. The targets are seem running away while the others who are not didn’t even notice he is in the building. After chasing them for a bit, they are not concerning him being here. None of them show any sign of caution. The Perb thought they are expecting him to be here, he is wrong. An infamous bastard like him would be facing his old enemies. His actions won’t let him live for long.

The stalker who the Perb passed by shout him out. “Hey pervert! I guess you’re started thinking instead focusing our asses”

They start to notice “Wait!? How the fuck did he get in?”

“You know this intruder? Why are those at the back won’t come and fight?”

“What about you guys? You don’t even notice the alert”

“Alert?! Hey, hey now. Don’t try to blame someone when we have actual intruder”

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Argue ensues with each other. The Perb focuses on the stalker who talks to him first. Another non-target, this makes him realize something is fishy. His UI pops up and requested a chat privately. The message sources back to the one right in front of him. A few texts make through his back log.

“Now will you try to respond after I did this?”

The Perb finally responds “You guys seem to be ignoring me”

“We don’t care, and you coming in without a single one of us beaten except for one guy. I saw the status from the other guy that he is kicked out. You didn’t come here kill us”

“Heh, I’m fresh out from solitude. I need to get my fix, right?”

The chat box is sharing their texts back and forth. While they are busy chatting around, they added a few subliminal messages one another by adding emoji beside each text. The angry face, cars, clouds, then smiley face sent to the Perb. He reads the stalker’s message about the clouds. Meaning it relates to the brown red mist or the dust fog but he added a smiley face afterwards. The stalker is trying to tell him something, but he flat shakes his head. The stalker looks at him disappointed.

The Perb’s emojis are worse. Numerous of male icons and foods, that it looks long enough to see what dirty head of a gay man imagined, are all over without any resistance of being obscene. The stalker almost giving up reading the message then he sees an emoji that wasn’t part the old version. The I-phone emoji and more that he didn’t have on the old emojis. I-phones in different color pallet give unfamiliar vibe. What did the Perb is trying to say? Then he sees the sample of the pick. It wasn’t his UI connected to his phone. This is an actual personal UI. The moment he realized it; they already attack him.

“GET HIM!” The non-target charge right at him. The ranges of attacks blurred around the Perb, unleashing a fast, quick, and instant assault. The magic circles shielded the Perb and the papers fly to each of the circle. It reinforces its magic and its counter spell from the enemies’ attacks. All of the non-target disappeared and the magic circles transform able to differentiate from the enemy and the target. The Perb finds himself having an easier time to get rid of the non-target. Letting the magic circles negate his enemies powerful spell and consuming it altogether. The mana he receives have incredible quality of power.

The Perb laughs “Oh nice, this is good. I never would I imagine my team is providing me this amount of utility to get what I wanted”

He looks at the stalker. The only one standing isn’t part in the list “Sorry for not giving you a clue. Even I didn’t understand your message”

His powers sense his targets. All of them are still hiding and tried to escape. Their fruitless escapades won’t be any good with Ironno’s runes sealing this building. The magic circles are possessing circulating amount of mana from them. They can’t escape as their mana chained into the magic circle. Their identical mana connected to their UIs leads to this situation.

The stalker sees the magic circle opens an escape route for him. The Perb is acting nicely to leave as he sees his enemy’s power level would waste his energy for things he must enjoy. He is prepared, but the stalker is not moving. Their UI chat box returns as the stalker texts to him

“If you want to taste their asses, then learn what my message tells you earlier”

“I don’t I would understand about your cloud and the smiley faces”

“It’s because you don’t even know what I am trying to say”

The two shares blow as their arms crossed hit each other.

The two finally talk to each other normally “You don’t even know that we already being hunted down”

“What!? I mean, is it because of the forums”

“Too long enough that we are already strong enough to see the truth”

The stalker pushes them away. The Perb knocks back as the magic circles absorbed the overwhelming pressure. He sees the UI one last time. The message told him to remove his magic circle and in return he will not put him into exhaustion. The stalker is offer him the Horsin duel, the same duel they watch in the Stranding Island. The simple rule is about hitting them at least one. The Perb doesn’t know why he wanted it, but he doesn’t want to waste his energy either.

The targets watch them fight as others are coming to help the stalker. One of the magic circles lies on the ground creating a duel. Many of them ignores it and tried to get in to stop him. Struggles getting in, they tried to call out the stalker but the stalker is ignoring them, keeping his strict stare, and raises his fists. The stalker brings out his fan made shadow form. A dark entity with only pure white pupil eyes, he moves on the ground like a moving shadow diving down and up to the air like air diving shark jumping down to him.

The Perb’s fat self uses his fist and his stance ready to jab up to at the stalker’s shadow. The jabs hits and the torn off the shadow’s form into smoke. He punches it down where he hits the stalker’s head. The stalker collects his dark essence, solidify his body and grabs him by the arm and throw him further where he hits. The Perb managed to land on his feet, then side steps where the stalker sinks down to the ground and raising his shadow claws upward. He raises up in the air, then casts a light directing it at the Perb. It lights up then shuts off and appeared right in front of him.

The stalker thought he would hit him with this trick. Maneuvering through the light will bring him most unpredictable surprises. Sadly, he expected the impossible. The Perb somehow hits him through his form. His throat grabbed piercing through the ground then choked him up to the surface then on the ground. The people outside were shock to see how the stalker taken down so easily. Defeated, but the stalker left this realm with a parting gift

“He is a defector”

Information went along after his word, their UIs received messages from him. They were giving a chance as anyone will be facing the Perb. Their lives are reaching humiliation.

They look at the Perb watching the stalker lost and the duel was over. The stalker was hit when he appeared right in front of him. In the shadow, the silhouette didn’t correctly show where his body is. It bent the view where his body is, invisible, and transparent touches through him. The Perb is able to find where he is. For this long, the defector never shows their true capabilities. Thanks to the duel, the Perb feels the stalker’s limits. His hands numbed by this honorable rule. This Horsin culture is proven affective. This silly game, he thought he would have a refreshing taste to force the stalker’s throat down his. It was so infuriating.

The duel is over and the ring starts to disappear. The people who tried to join in are preparing their spells. The Perb stood still as the first punch hits him at the back. He pushes himself where the punch hit him, then more of them come at him trying to take him down. Magic starts coming in. Blasting everything they have as their lives depend on it. Voices of rage spoke out to him by many of the targets.

“You think you can beat us. We found out about your daring quest. Enders’ hitmen”

The stalker told them about him and his business. These people definitely have something they knew that the Perb didn’t know about. Comparing the shared feature in their UI, this one was able to hack through about him and his personal info.

They continue to roar at him

“Kick this jackass”

The building changes as the interior gradually shift into a wide opened area. Everyone sees the Perb, they received the message from their UI and already using their abilities against him. A storm of attacks approaches him, engraved all the man they have except for elven magic. The torrent sent flying in endless colorful spells synchronized one another. The spells reach him as his magic circle returns to his aid and absorbed it all up. The torrent is being corrupted hearing the voice of the gay rapist.

“Thank you, everyone. Your asses will be pleased. Laugh*”

Laughter crossed through their heads as their magic detected being taken away. Others lost their mana, spirits diverted into fleeing away from him, and runes at full force to go against his presence. Only left that holds him off are the archscience techs. Ordinary handheld tools, flashlights, pens, napkins, glasses . . .? Everything is being described around the torrent, these archscience tech are all bunch of random items that normal people use. It didn’t have the same magic power like the magic circles floating around the Perb.

They jumped on him one by one, every strike touch by the magic circle. The Perb sees the magic flowing through the magic circle absorbing their powers, all mana except for archscience and elven magic, into charges of magic abilities. The temptation flows inside his body, his new abilities start to kick in. The sensation is flourishing with negativity. Desperation and horror are mixing from them trying to get away from the infamous man harasser. Irony, they are all the same. Coincidentally, the woman wants him to do it. Additionally, they need to be humiliated. The Perb gives them what they wanted.

Everyone starts beating him one by one, sight of blood spurting around, they see him trying to fight back, and confidence grew as the Perb is weakening. The torrent clears as everyone is sending him their powerful ultimate one after the other. Overwhelming spells combining both their imagination and spell powers. Raining boulders, endless streams of volts coming out of nowhere, astral threads of light explodes when it touches him, and many more as they continue to use their ultimate. Then they saw strange about him.

The Perb bruised in pain from their powerful ultimate. His body exposed and drowned with damages that no living thing should be remained in one piece. The magic circles are circulating the damages both absorbing and reflecting against their attacks. He felt the pain in each one, trying to test how strong they really are. Sacrificing all of his equipment on hand and left to nothing but his bare skin. The red taints on his body as the bruise become worse as before. It went on as he tastes the horror will soon to come in their eyes.

They didn’t stop, blind of freeing them from this trap. Others are checking on their status in their realm. They still can’t leave. One of them tried to tell the other, but a device aimed at them and taken a picture. They froze the moment the camera flashes at them. In their minds telepathing one another.

“Flashes! Is he cahoots with the Perb?”

“No, dumbasses, read the hacked info on the Perb”

While frozen, their UI is showing them what’s going on. The magic circle is converting the mana into archscience. Details show that the device has Enders tech within that device.

Their minds are trying to reach the others. The info they have read about the Perb was not finish updating. More and more caught on the new tricks he had, but it was too late. They have no ways to counter what they have discovered. The Perb fights back, naked. The man exposed them the appetizer of his skin contact to the others protected by their clothes. The magic circles are transferring so much power, engraved by Ironno’s efforts, and made such a result countering the overpowered once again. The targets had faced a monster who joined the Enders. Rumors spread inside the realm, trying to tell them to escape and tell the district who is now becoming more a threat to all men.

The Perb with his twisted fantasy finally sees their horror, his device roams around by the hand of his body pillow. The black and white scheming looking body pillow with a proud smile holding the device, capturing everyone in place. His brilliance of blackmailing with pictures belonged to them, then he returns to them in kind under the body pillow’s evil smile going wilder with every pic it gets. The Perb still in pain, he didn’t care. Their false hope is sweetening his sense of lust as the desserts are too far to appease his hungry desire, man lust.

They started to figure out as their mind reaches all of them “. . . This guy is definitely toying with us. We need to use that special weapon. NOW!”

“Are you crazy? If they found out about our secret weapon, our chance to get those girls from their overprotective fans”

“Fuck! He just grazed me with his ass”

“That’s a flesh wound”

“Stop dreaming about stealing girls when this guy getting a sex party in our hideout”

The entire of the targets shout in their telepathy

“FUCK!”

It was so loud as the Perb heard them as one of them is on the ground. This position is already known the man on the ground felt the Perb’s hands feeling on his belt. He checks his UI and the status about the others are all down, except for one. He uses his telepathy

“Hey, you! Where are you?!”

“I’m going to use our secret weapon”

“You piece of shit! Why can’t you help us? He is already beaten up”

“Are you an idiot or what? He is bullshitting us and you are on the ground getting to feel his hand on you”

“What about the others?”

“The body pillow is taking our pictures. We can’t move, this arch tech bypass our protection”

The sounds of tearing the man’s rune pants, flying over on to the others. Everyone starts dragging as the ground shifts toward the Perb. They piled themselves as their heads are pointing where the show begins. The man rapist is already getting ready as his will is hard as he desperately can be. He turns to them giving a wink losing his patience as if he wasn’t getting laid for such a long time. The man on the ground resists it bravely, but when the other pervert leans closer next to him sliding closer as their lips going to meet. The secret weapon opens, the special weapon had forced to open.

The magic circle disappears and everyone is forced to the ground. The UI calls out notification, a word speech features tell what it is.

“Forced Submit activated. Please enjoy your time”

The Perb starts twitching as his UI is being hacked again. He should’ve known how the stalker he dueled made this opportunity. He thought Ironno had prepared for anything, he thought so truly after what he did, and left him with overconfidence. All these insane things he had done right in front of them. It would’ve been to enjoy himself. Luckily on his UI, his face is still in disguised. But what about his body pillow.

It still there, lying on the ground lifeless. His device is safe and was placed on top of it. He felt reassured that the recording is safe. But what now? They used their secret weapon, but none of them freed from the flashes. They got their picture taken, all of them. It should be a perfect time to take advantage and kill this naked freak. This is what he thinks whenever his victims had a chance like this. None of them describe about his action, now here as the man lying on the ground feels the naked bastard on top of him. The moment as they watch him naked made them grew angrier.

Their realm was breached, and they themselves forced to watch this. They are legit criminals, they have taken advantage of many women so far, and even one of them tricked them into doing porn. To be out witted by this man is as simple as using magic. However, this is not the case. The Perb is stronger than they think. He had connection with the Enders. This alone who is dumb enough to go all in with this people here. Truthfully though, this makes them feel embarrassed that he did it alone. A group of serial rapists, creeps, or any form of crimes they have here.

There is a reason to fear him. They run because what their UI is warning them. To flee away from this horrible man is true, and this is the result. This new updated UI is telling them correctly, but wasn’t enough to rely on it. They have done what they assume to be pirating the UI. This forced control feature they made is real. Giving the right idea it’s better not let the UI have its way on them. If all of them have this kind of UI, what advantages they could get made them feel stronger as a UI hacker. Then something went wrong.

“Auto update is commencing”

All of them start panicking, a reboot is fixing the UI. None of them knows what’s going on. Their telepathy is going wild with every accusation spread across their mind. Then he hears in their telepathy. It was the Perb’s voice, changing into a feminine voice, and says to them with such sass in his tone.

“Oh! You don’t like it. Why not going to be the sexy version instead? You guys seem to like that, but. I keep my thing laughs*”

The same laughter again, but in the female voice.

Their eyes see the effects of the UI is being removed thanks to the reboot. The Perb changes into his feminine form. Beautiful, sexy, and alluring to the eyes giving them the look of any porn star imaginable. Sadly, their eyes are looking up as his lower half didn’t change whatsoever. The UI reboot had stopped their secret weapon. The UI is managing their mana to lessen the effects of their excessive spells. It was enough to weaken the stolen mana from the magic circle having constant freezing effect from the arch tech.

Many are standing up and another chance to fight against him is their last chance. After the UI rebooted, it gives penalty warning to those who abused it. The Perb didn’t know about it as they removed him from the connection. He hides the moment they stand up. All of them are bunch up together with their strength cut. Their fates are doomed when the Perb figures it out. The moment time was lost when someone said it out loud

“We have no power”

They froze as the first victim was grabbed on his face and pulled away.

“AAH!”

The scream begins and the survival had begun.