But then, a thought struck me, and I hesitated for a moment. 'Does it really work on anything within a 10-meter radius?' The prospect was both thrilling and unsettling.
I knew I had to find out.
With a sense of anticipation, I focused my mind and activated the Quantum Breach skill. My target was not one of the devices in my room, but rather the smartphone of the man who lived in the house next door, separated from me by only a thin wall.
That mysterious stranger was probably fast asleep by now, oblivious to the fact that his digital world was about to be breached.
His nocturnal habits were no secret to me; he would often venture out into the night, only to return in the early hours of the morning.
And when he didn't go out, there was a 70% chance that he would bring a woman back to his lair.
With a deep breath, I gave the mental command: 'Quantum Breach, activate!' The words echoed in my mind, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I waited to see what would happen next.
As I breached the digital defenses, a triumphant message flashed before my eyes:
[Quantum Breach successful]
The thrill of victory coursed through my veins, and I reveled in the knowledge that I had gained unfettered access to Dong Min's smartphone for a tantalizing 3 minutes.
A translucent window materialized before me, its ethereal glow illuminating the dark expanse. I instantly recognized the familiar layout of a smartphone's home screen, and my gaze was drawn to the wallpaper – a vibrant image of a popular character that had been making waves in recent times.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind: 'Was his name Dong Min?' It was a name that had been shrouded in mystery until now, and I felt a sense of satisfaction at having uncovered this tidbit of information for the first time.
With my curiosity piqued, I swiftly moved my hands, my fingers dancing in the air as I navigated the holographic interface. Though I couldn't physically touch the projection, it responded with eerie precision to the movements of my fingers, as if sensing my every command.
There was an undeniable thrill to snooping through someone else's personal information – a guilty pleasure that I couldn't quite shake off.
My gaze landed on the bank app, but I resisted the temptation to delve into its secrets. "It's not that I hate it that much," I muttered to myself, feigning a sense of disinterest.
My attention was instead drawn to the gallery, and I homed in on it with unerring instinct. As I accessed the treasure trove of images, a triumphant cry escaped my lips: "Bingo~"
The sweet taste of discovery was intoxicating, and I reveled in the secrets that lay hidden within the digital recesses of Dong Min's smartphone.
A photograph lay before me, capturing the image of a woman whose face was obscured, yet her body was laid bare. However, the clumsy attempt to conceal her features with a hand only served to pique my curiosity, making it relatively easy to imagine her appearance.
"She's nowhere near as captivating as Mizuno Asahi," I thought to myself, a hint of disappointment creeping into my mind. "Asahi, on the other hand, was truly something special."
As I gazed upon the woman in the photograph, I couldn't help but feel underwhelmed. Neither her face nor her figure held any appeal, and I couldn't even begin to compare her to my little brother's standards.
Her body was marred by an abundance of flab, and her chest was woefully underdeveloped, barely scraping an A-cup.
Moreover, the lighting seemed to accentuate the imperfections of her skin, leaving it looking dull and lackluster.
For someone like myself, who had experienced the exquisite taste of Mizuno Asahi, this woman was hardly a morsel worth savoring.
In fact, I wouldn't even bother with her if she were offered to me on a plate... or so I thought.
But then a spark of carnal curiosity ignited within me, and I couldn't deny the primal urge that whispered, "I would eat her if given the chance."
Just then, a hint of surprise escaped my lips as I scrolled through the gallery and stumbled upon a photograph of another woman.
It seemed that the man next door was quite the accomplished ladies' man.
A sly smirk spread across my face as I opened Chat app, my fingers dancing across the screen with a newfound sense of intrigue.
As I scrolled through his contacts, I couldn't help but notice the unusually large number of women listed. A glance at the man's user profile revealed his occupation – he worked at a club.
The pieces began to fall into place, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for his exploits.
But what caught my attention was the peculiar notation attached to each woman's name – a grading system, of sorts. A. B. C. D. The letters seemed to whisper secrets of their own, a mysterious code that only served to deepen my fascination.
As I delved deeper into the depths of his twisted game, I discovered that the women were divided into four distinct grades.
It didn't take me long to decipher the criteria behind these grades - it was based solely on their physical appearance.
A quick glance at the profile pictures revealed that the women ranked A were, without a doubt, the most stunning.
A wicked grin spread across my face as I thought to myself, "What a despicable human being. He's got some serious issues." I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
As I pondered my next move, a flurry of vengeful thoughts crossed my mind. Should I unleash my wrath upon his family, causing them undue suffering? Or perhaps I should sabotage his job, leaving him to pick up the pieces of his shattered career? But after some careful consideration, I decided to take a different approach. I would save these innocent women from his clutches, freeing them from the shackles of his twisted game.
With a sense of determination, I created a chat room and invited all the women with grades attached to their names. The total count was 17 - a staggering number, to say the least.