"Understood. But I have one question."
"What is it?"
"Nothing major, just curious. I saw you controlling wraiths earlier... Can you control female ghosts too?"
"...Yes, I can. Why? Missing a lover or something?"
"Not exactly. I'm just curious about the taste of ghost pussy. If I can touch it, I assume I can fuck it too... I've never had sex with a female ghost before. If it's not too much trouble, could you summon one for me...?"
"You fucking lunatic! Get out! Don't come back until you've completed the mission!"
Pesica waved her hand at me, and a cold wind swept me out of the building. Once outside, I smacked my lips.
"I really should taste a Ghost Pussy sometime..."
The Lord of the Heavens empathizes.
Deciding to think about Ghost Pussy later, I gripped the scroll in my hand. I stored the return scroll in my Inventory and tore the District 57 scroll.
Light erupted from the torn scroll, enveloping me.
In an instant, I found myself in another dimension.
You have entered District 57, the City of Lights, Etin.
The air felt noticeably worse here.
I scanned my surroundings.
I was in an alleyway between towering buildings. If the Second District had a medieval atmosphere, this place exuded a modern-era vibe.
"Each territory in Atlantis has its own distinct atmosphere," I mused as I stepped out of the alley. The ground was paved with bricks, and streetlights lined the road. Cars with wheels rolled along the streets, and the clothing of the city's inhabitants resembled those of the modern era.
"District 57... a place not mentioned in the Setting Book or the original story."
The City of Lights, Etin. The name alone suggested it was a city specializing in producing fluorescent lights or similar illumination devices.
As I walked, I approached a man in a suit.
"This Sovereign has a question for you. Answer if you value your life."
"...A clown?"
The man in the fedora frowned immediately upon seeing me.
"What's a clown like you so confident about? Just go back where you came from."
"So you wish to die."
I strode up to the man and grabbed him by the collar. He panicked and tried to shake off my hand, but his strength was no match for mine it was like a child's compared to Big Ben's.
"Aaaah! Let go of me right now! Someone help me! This lunatic is trying to assault me! Police! Call the police!"
As the man screamed, passersby began to hurl accusations at me.
"Hey! Clown! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Release that gentleman immediately and back off, or we'll call the police!"
"Oh my. Oh my. Why is the Clown acting like this? Oh my. Oh my."
The commotion grew louder as more people gathered.
This city had a police force, and if they arrived, my situation would become precarious.
I channeled my Demonic Heavenly Energy.
Demonic Heavenly Art.
Heavenly Demon Force.
"Uwaaaah!"
Terrified by the Heavenly Demon's overwhelming charisma, which seemed to dominate all demons, the crowd scattered in panic.
The man I held trembled violently, avoiding my gaze. I dragged him into a narrow alley and hurled him against the wall.
"Gah!"
He groaned softly as he hit the wall, glancing nervously at me.
"I believe I politely asked you a question earlier. Why didn't you answer?"
"I-I'm sorry! P-please spare me...!"
"It seems you require punishment."
Thud! Thud! Thud!
I began pummeling him with my fists. I had no intention of killing him; I merely wanted to instill some manners and ensure he answered my questions promptly.
After a brief but brutal beating, he knelt humbly on the ground, his eyes lowered in submission.
"A-ask me anything! Anything at all!"
"If you're from District 57, you should know the answer to this. First, where is Hobson's Mansion located?"
I began questioning the man about District 57.
I was completely unfamiliar with the district. All I knew was that it was a city located some distance from the Second District, the City of Today. That was it.
The man answered my questions diligently.
Thanks to him, I gained a reasonably satisfactory understanding of District 57.
District 57 has no Dominator.
District 57 was a city where no Dominator had yet emerged. Despite the absence of a Dominator, residents of District 57 could freely move to other territories, and residents of other territories could settle there as well.
While not common, this arrangement wasn't particularly unusual either.
"There's only one condition to become the Dominator of District 57: possess the Black Heart. But what exactly is the Black Heart?"
The Black Heart. It wasn't even mentioned in the Setting Book. In fact, I couldn't even be sure it was an object.
When I asked the man about the Black Heart, he only replied that he didn't know. I didn't think he was lying.
If anyone knew about the Black Heart, this territory wouldn't still be uncaptured.
Since the Black Heart didn't seem immediately relevant, I brushed it aside. It wasn't something I could deal with right now.
"Who currently rules this city?"
"...Hobson."
"And the police?"
"The police are Hobson's lapdogs. They listen to him before us and never properly investigate anything connected to him..."
The man began to vent his pent-up resentment, clearly having suffered unfair treatment at the hands of the police.
"Hobson's got that much money? Good. We'll bleed him dry this time."
Just then, a siren wailed, growing louder as it rapidly approached. A police car screeched to a halt at the entrance of the alleyway where I stood.
The kneeling man's face lit up instantly.
"Here! Officers! Over here! Help me!"
It was hard to believe this was the same man who had been gleefully badmouthing the police moments ago.
Two officers emerged from the car, clad in uniforms similar to modern police attire. They drew revolvers from their holsters and entered the alley.
"We received a report."
"There's supposed to be a clown with strange powers... Where is he?"
"Uh... he was just here! I swear! He was right here a moment ago!"
"Are you making a prank call?"
"No, no! I wouldn't do that!"
"Someone else reported it. And this man's body and face show signs of being beaten. That clown bastard must have some special powers. Damn it. I'm already stressed to death because of that guy... and now another weirdo..."
I was standing right next to them, having concealed myself using Deception (SS).
I've heard everything I need to know anyway.
I quietly slipped past them and glanced at the police car parked on the road. It looked like a horse-drawn carriage.
This... it's a magic circle.
I noticed a magic circle drawn on the back of the car. It wasn't purely a science-based vehicle after all.
I walked past the car and began exploring the city.
I planned to break into Hobson's Mansion at dusk.
A thief should always strike at night.
In the central square, I tilted my head back to admire the massive clock tower.
It looks exactly like that one in London, England... Big Ben, or the Big Bang, or whatever.
The British clock tower was so famous that even I knew about it. Wasn't it as well-known as Korean kimchi?
Wait, is it even more famous than kimchi?
Seeing it in person felt surreal. I'd never been abroad before, which made it even more special. I'd once entered the world of Japanese AV, but that was just stepping into a fictional realm.
Hmm. I'm already bored after just ten seconds.
I turned my gaze away.
A little boy was staring intently at me with wide, bright eyes.
"Do you have something to say to This Sovereign?"
"Mister! Mister! Dance for me! I saw you dancing on the Imperial Throne last time!"
"Haa..."
I took a deep breath and shouted at the child, "Get lost! This Sovereign doesn't have time to deal with brats like you!"
The child stumbled backward and landed on his bottom. He looked at me, his eyes welling up, before bursting into tears and running away.
"Waaaaah! Mommy!"
The child fled to a woman in a dress. The woman, her brown hair twisted up in a bun, panicked and tried to soothe him. Once the child had calmed down somewhat, she stormed up to me and snarled, "You! How dare you yell at my son?!"
"You! You clown! How dare you yell at my son and threaten him?! What circus did you crawl out of?!"
"This Sovereign is Cheonmada."
"What circus?! Do you even know who I am? My husband is the Eastern Police Chief!"
"Ma'am!"
I took a step toward her, and she flinched, retreating a step.
"W-what?! What do you want?! If you don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison, you'd better get on your knees and beg me for mercy right now!"
"Ma'am, if you keep glaring at This Sovereign and spitting insults..."
I strode forward until I stood directly in front of her. The woman glared back, tense but defiant.
"Keep glaring and spitting insults? What are you going to do about it?!"
"You'll make me lose my temper."
I reached out and pulled her into a heated embrace, then paused to let her decide. The woman stared at me for a tense moment, then grabbed my collar and pulled me back in, letting me press my slightly erect cock against her abdomen. My right hand cupped her firm breast, while my left hand lifted her long skirt to caress her shapely buttocks beneath her underwear.
"Aah...!"
The woman shivered and whispered against my ear, "Then take responsibility if you start this."
"Auntie, you're beautiful and have a great body. Your voice is nice too. Your husband's the Police Chief? Perfect. Fucking perfect. You're driving me wild. If you want this too, let's make a second child today!"
Just as she bit her lip and gave me a breathless nod, and I started to slip her clothes off, two police cars screeched to a halt in the distance, and six officers sprinted toward me.
"Freeze, Clown!"
"Get your hands off her!"
"You lewd clown! You caused scenes at the flower shop and on the bridge! Now you're fooling around in the middle of the square?!"
"Wait! That woman... she's the Police Chief's wife!"
"You fucking mad clown!"
The moment was ruined.
I clicked my tongue, released the woman from my arms, and bolted.
Bang! Bang-bang-bang! Bang!
The revolver spat fire.
Demonic Heavenly Art
Heavenly Demon Step
With dazzling agility, I dodged every bullet and fled into the alleyways. Once out of sight, I activated my Deception (SS) skill to turn invisible.
The Lord of the Heavens sighs in regret.
I felt the same regret.
I could kill them all and finish what we'd started somewhere private... but where's the fun in that? Besides, my goal is theft, so I need to play it cool until then.
Despite being labeled the "Lewd Clown" and pursued by a few cops, I've been keeping a relatively low profile.
Hobson is the wealthiest man in the city. His wife must be a real beauty. This is going to be interesting.
I slipped out of the alley just as a swarm of police officers rushed in to search it.
"Damn it! He's vanished again!"
"Shit! Does he have teleportation powers?!"
"Why would a guy with such a useful ability waste it on public indecency?!"
Leaving the frustrated officers behind, I headed toward Hobson's mansion.
"Oh God, grant me permission to become a sexy thief."
The King of the Demonic Heavens has donated 10,000 AP.
"Permission granted."
Why is this guy suddenly speaking politely in a kind woman's voice?
Fuck. I almost got turned on.
"Aaaaaah!"
Startled by the woman's scream, I froze in my tracks as I headed toward Hobson's Mansion.
I would have ignored a man's scream, but a woman's was different. I raced down the alley where the sound had come from.
A man in a fedora and black coat was standing over a fallen woman, repeatedly slashing at her abdomen with a knife. Blood and viscera splattered outward with each frenzied strike.
I checked the woman's face. She was beautiful.
"You bastard! What the hell are you doing?!"
The man stopped and turned to glare at me. Beneath the fedora, I saw the face of a young man with a mustache.
"Heh... Heh heh heh!"
The moment the man saw me, he turned and fled.
"How dare you laugh at me?"
I immediately drew my Desert Eagle from my Inventory.
"Cheonmachong!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots echoed through the air. The man moved with surprising agility, dodging most of the bullets, but not all. A bullet pierced his back, another his skull. His body collapsed to the ground, motionless.
"Trying to escape from me? How dare you."
Having delivered my righteous judgment, I turned to resume my journey.
If six police officers hadn't suddenly appeared, surrounding me and aiming their weapons.
"You insane clown bastard! You've finally committed murder!"
"He's a criminal caught in the act! Kill him!"
The officers pulled their triggers.