Ray let out a slow breath.
"…Then—"
He moved his finger and pressed the Mission tab: Simple.
"Let's see."
[Ding!]
The panel instantly changed.
---
[Daily Mission — Simple]
Objective:
Change the way you greet people at your workplace.
Reward:
* +10 EXP
* +20 Alter Points
Time Limit: 24 Hours
Failure: The system will permanently disappear.
---
Ray froze.
He reread the last part twice.
"…What?"
His throat went dry.
"The system… will disappear?"
Ray swallowed.
"…Okay. That escalated fast."
He stared at the panel with a hesitant expression.
On one hand—this sounded trivial.
Just changing how he greets people.
On the other hand—
he still wasn't fully convinced the thing in front of him was even real.
Ray clicked his tongue softly.
"…But yeah," he muttered.
"Nothing to lose, I guess."
He refocused on the panel.
"…So for now I can only use Global Alter, right?"
His eyes shifted downward.
---
[Available Features]
* Global Alter (Active)
"…Which means—"
Before Ray could finish—
[System Explanation Initiated]
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Global Alter:
As the name implies, the alteration effect will apply globally.
Additional Explanation:
* The alteration affects general patterns of thinking on a global scale.
* Targets will not be aware of any changes.
* The effect is temporary and lasts according to the feature's duration.
* Altered memory will overwrite original human memory globally once the duration ends, within limits that cannot erase digital records.
Current Global Alter Duration: 10 Minutes
---
Ray frowned.
"…Global."
He rubbed his temple.
"Digital records?"
He stared at the panel more seriously.
"Guess I'll just play dumb then, hahaha…"
Ray let out a long breath.
"…If the whole world does the same thing," he said quietly,
"it should be safe."
Still, his heart beat a little faster.
Ray finally took a deep breath and did a light stretch.
Rolled his shoulders.
Stretched his neck.
Let out a slow exhale.
"…Alright," he muttered.
"Time for work."
He got ready quick, grabbed his bag, and headed out to the gym.
—
Barely five minutes after Ray clocked in—
"Ray."
The voice was ice-cold.
A sharp-dressed grown woman, polished, total boss vibe—the gym owner's wife—stood there with her arms crossed.
"The plates in the squat area are
still dirty," she snapped.
"Did yesterday you checking with your eyes or just walking past like you don't give a shit?"
Ray instinctively swallowed hard.
"Y-yeah, ma'am—yes. I'll clean 'em again right now."
He didn't argue.
Didn't dare.
He needed this job, no choice.
She clicked her tongue softly and walked off.
Ray let out a long breath.
"…Already getting roasted first thing in the morning."
He slipped into the staff locker room, shut the door, and leaned against a locker for a sec.
His eyes drifted down to his chest.
That fingerprint icon was still there.
Ray hesitated for a second.
"…Now or never."
He tapped the icon.
Tap.
A panel popped up.
Ray picked the feature.
[Global Alter]
[Confirm Activation]
He hit it.
---
[Input Required]
Is common sense that:
---
He rubbed his face.
"This is global," he mumbled.
"One sentence, one whole world."
He thought fast.
His goal was simple: change how people greet at work.
Easy mission.
Finally, Ray typed:
> Is common sense that:
> The normal way to greet and show respect to a grown woman in the gym is by smacking and grabbing her ass.
He read it back.
"…This is gonna be weird as hell."
"…But if it actually works, damn, that'd be nice. Been wanting to squeeze that ass for ages."
Ray took a deep breath.
"…Let's see what happens."
His finger hovered over the confirm button.
[Ding!]
[ Global Alter Activated - 00:10:00 ]
[ -10 Alter Point ]
Ray stepped out of the staff locker room, already rockin' his clean gym janitor uniform. He took a deep breath, psyching himself up to start the shift.
The second he pushed the door open and stepped onto the gym floor...
SLAP... GRAB...
Slap... GRAB... Slap...
The sound of hard smacks and squeezes was comin' from everywhere.
Ray's eyes went wide as hell. He was shook. Every dude—members, other trainers, even the front desk guy—was casually "greeting" the female members.
Walk past a chick? Straight-up smack her ass, give it a quick squeeze, then keep it movin' like it's nothin'. And the girls? They're just smilin', sayin' hi back all chill.
"What the fuck..." Ray muttered in his head. "This shit's actually real?"
He started lookin' around quick, huntin' for his main target.
Where... where's that big-ass bitch at?
Finally spotted her. The gym owner's wife was standin' near the squat rack, chattin' with another female member. That thick juicy ass of hers was hugged tight by black leggings.
Ray walked up, heart poundin'. His right hand was already movin' on autopilot.
SLAP!
A loud smack landed on the right cheek.
GRAB... GRAB...
He squeezed hard twice, feelin' all that softness and firmness in his palm.
The whole gym floor went dead silent in a split second.
Everybody froze. A few heads turned toward Ray.
The owner's wife glanced over slow.
Ray swallowed hard.
'Damn it... am I trippin' balls right now?' he panicked inside. Body locked up, hand still glued to the boss lady's ass.
Then outta nowhere, she turned around slow, cheeks a lil' flushed... but smilin'?
"Aw, Ray..." she said all soft, voice not mad at all. "I know I came down kinda hard on you earlier. You don't gotta go all out like this, sweetie—I'm not that pissed. Just be a little neater next time, okay?"
Ray blinked for a sec, then flashed a huge grin. "Y-yes, ma'am! Sorry 'bout that."
His hand actually started squeezin' softer, like it was on reflex.
All of a sudden, this big gym bro member rolls up from the other side.
SLAP! Hard smack on the left cheek.
GRAB... GRAB...
"Yo Ray, wassup bro?" the dude greeted, hand still casually kneadin'. "Ma'am," he nodded at her.
"All good, man," Ray shot back, his hand still not lettin' go.
The two of 'em started chattin'—talkin' weather, new class schedule—while both their hands just kept squeezin' away on the boss lady's ass. She just stood there calm in the middle, gigglin' every now and then.
Then a deep voice from behind.
"Yooo... boys, y'all look like you're keepin' my queen real entertained."
The gym owner—her husband—walked up grinnin' wide, hands in his pockets. Dude didn't look pissed at all, more like proud.
Ray's heart dropped. 'This thug turnin' into a straight-up cuck?' he thought. Especially with his hand still squeezin' the dude's wife's ass—pure euphoria burnin' through his brain.
But the husband just eyed 'em for a second, shook his head with a smirk.
"Alright boys, that's enough. I'm gettin' jealous over here."
Ray and the other bro instantly let go, took a step back.
"Sorry, boss!" they both said at the same time.
The owner just laughed, gently pulled his wife in by the waist. "Go on, get back to work."
Ray booked it to another part of the gym, heart still racin'... but he couldn't wipe that huge-ass grin off his face.
He rubbed his nose with the same hand that'd just been squeezin', took a quick sniff of his fingers.
"Oh my..." he smirked wide, breathin' it in.