Free Web NovelChapter 55: Chapter 55
Ray finally opened his mouth. His voice was flat, zero anger or fear in it.
"I didn’t say shit to Kevin about you, Julia. And I don’t give a fuck about your relationship. That’s your guys’ business."
Julia blew the fuck up. Her face, already caked in thick makeup, went even redder, veins bulging in her neck. She stepped forward until she was basically in Ray’s apartment doorway.
"Don’t fucking lie, Ray! Kevin suddenly said he wanted to break up with me right after he met you last night! He’s never had the balls to pull that shit before! You must’ve said something or put some idea in his head!"
Ray just let out a long-ass sigh. His hand was still on the door handle, body half inside the apartment. He really didn’t wanna get dragged into this mess.
"I just heard him venting ’cause he was drunk. I didn’t tell him to dump you. I don’t care about your drama."
Julia smirked. Cold, threatening smile. She crossed her arms under her big tits, pushing her cleavage out even more.
"Fine then... don’t blame me, Ray. If you still won’t admit it, I’m spreading that video everywhere. Let everyone see it."
Ray frowned. "Video? What video?"
Julia let out a little laugh, sounding all smug and victorious.
"C’mon Ray, you remember. That time I told you to come to Kevin’s concert this weekend. I said if you showed up, I’d suck your dick. But only if you got on your knees and begged first... and kissed my feet."
Ray stayed quiet.
In his head he already knew. Julia’s memory was completely fucked from the alter. The real story was nothing like the bullshit that just came out of her mouth. Ray wanted to laugh his ass off at how backwards and messed up her memory had gotten. But at the same time he was kinda annoyed. Why the hell did it have to twist into that? The whole "beg on your knees and kiss my feet" part? Especially him dropping that low.
But Ray kept his face blank. He wasn’t gonna give her a big reaction.
"I don’t care," Ray said quietly, voice calm and flat. Ray already knew the video wasn’t even real. Hell, Ray was the one who actually had a video of him slapping Julia across the face with his dick.
Julia looked a little thrown off. Her smug smile dropped for a second, replaced by this confused-angry look.
"You... you’re not scared? That video—"
"There is no video," Ray cut her off. "You’re just talking shit. And even if there was one, I still wouldn’t give a fuck. ’Cause I didn’t say anything to Kevin. And I’m not getting involved in you two’s bullshit. Go home. It’s too early in the morning to be causing a scene outside someone’s door."
Ray didn’t even give her a chance to answer. He shut the door slow but firm. The lock clicked loud and clear.
Behind the door, Ray stood there for a second. Then he shook his head and sighed. A small smile crept onto his face — half amused, half annoyed.
"Damn. Her memory got altered like crazy. The whole begging on her knees shit... what the fuck was that," he muttered. "But lucky she really doesn’t have anything to hit me with. If she did, she would’ve already spread it."
Ray dropped onto the couch and stared at the cracked ceiling.
"Level 6... and now there’s crazy bitch drama first thing in the morning," he muttered. "Life’s getting more complicated, but... for some reason it ain’t even that bad."
He smiled a little to himself.
Outside, Julia’s angry footsteps and high heels clicking down the hallway slowly faded away. Ray could still hear it faintly before it disappeared completely.
"I don’t care," he said quietly, more to himself this time. "Let her be mad on her own. I’ve got a new PC coming, streams to plan, and way hotter chicks to think about."
This morning he decided he was done thinking about Julia.
There were more important things to check — like the global alter results from last night. Were the celebrities already losing their minds over that public ass-groping incident?
He pulled out his phone, opened his banking app, and yeah... the number was looking kinda sad. Money was thinning out fast.
He didn’t panic though. Just let out a quiet laugh, put the phone down, and walked over to the couch. Dropped his ass down, leaned back, and opened up social media.
And boom.
The global alter from last night had already gone completely nuclear.
It started with some female streamer who accidentally bumped into this old dude at a convenience store and somehow ended up grabbing his ass. The clip was everywhere. She looked mortified in the video, but the comments were losing their minds. People were confused as hell — half the internet was like "wait, did she really just do that?" while the other half was already memeing it.
Then it got even crazier.
Another clip dropped. This time it was some high-ranking government official straight-up groping his male aide’s ass in what looked like an elevator. The video quality was shit, but clear enough. Within minutes the whole thing exploded — people were saying the guy was secretly gay, that he’d been hiding it for years, that this was proof. Gossip accounts were already running wild with theories about secret relationships, blackmail, the whole circus.
What made it even more fucked was that a ton of people genuinely didn’t remember ever groping anyone’s ass in public. Like, zero memory. But the footage was real. Multiple angles. Some of the people in the videos were even tagged and commenting shit like "this never happened" or "I would never do that," while the evidence was right there in 1080p.
The conspiracy theories were already back in full force.
"Mass hypnosis."
"Government mind control experiment gone wrong."
"Timeline shift."
"Some new drug in the water."
"Aliens testing human behavior."
"Simulation glitching again."
Ray scrolled through it all, occasionally smirking. He knew exactly what was going on. The alter had flipped a bunch of people’s memories again, just like it did with Julia. Only this time it was on a global scale, and the internet was having a full meltdown trying to make sense of it.
He leaned back deeper into the couch, phone still in his hand, thumb lazily scrolling. freewёbnoνel.com
"Damn," he said quietly to himself, half amused. "Last night really did a number on everybody."
Outside, the city was probably already losing its shit. News channels were probably running emergency segments. Influencers were probably making "explaining the ass-grab pandemic" videos. And somewhere out there, Julia was probably still fuming about her own altered memory while the whole world argued about who grabbed whose ass and why nobody remembered doing it.
Out of nowhere, a thread popped up on his timeline that actually made him pause. The title was bold and massive:
This is mass mind hijacking.
Ray tapped on it without even thinking twice.
Inside, people were losing their minds over that viral butt-groping incident. Some were convinced someone was orchestrating the whole thing from behind the scenes, others swore it was some government experiment, and a few just said it was a massive prank. But what really caught Ray’s attention was this long-ass comment from one user:
"Guys, this is literally the plot of one of those trashy sci-fi novels you find in those fast-food web novel apps. Y’know the ones? Where suddenly everyone forgets they did some weird shit, then footage drops and they’re all sitting there confused as hell. It’s the exact same formula."
Ray raised an eyebrow. He didn’t expect anyone to actually connect it to something like that. He kept scrolling, now genuinely curious. The replies were all over the place—some saying "could just be a coincidence," others straight up going "nah, there’s definitely a system behind this."
Then, way down at the bottom, one comment made him stop cold.
The username was [Daoofreader].
The comment was short, but it hit different: frёeωebɳovel.com
"Yeah, no cap. This is exactly like that web novel Common Sense Hijacking System. In it, the MC can hijack people’s common sense, make them accept the craziest shit without questioning anything, and reality slowly warps around them. Except in the book it’s just fiction... or maybe it’s actually happening right now?"
Ray just sat there for a second, finger frozen on the screen. He reread it twice.
Common Sense Hijacking System.
He didn’t know why, but the name made his chest do this weird little thump. Not fear. More like... this intense, hard-to-explain curiosity. Like something in his brain just got poked.
Ray smirked, half amused at himself.
"Wild," he muttered. "Internet people really be connecting dots faster than I thought."
He kept scrolling, slower this time, lowkey hunting for more comments from [Daoofreader] or similar threads. But that one title just kept looping in his head.
Common Sense Hijacking System.
He shrugged it off, but the smirk stayed on his face.
Out of pure curiosity, he googled the title and opened the web novel site.
Ray burst out laughing.
"Dude... this shit has the worst rating ever."
