The private jet was a flying palace of white leather and gold leaf, cutting through the clouds at forty thousand feet. Behind us, the lights of Seoul were a fading memory. Ahead, the vast expanse of the Eurasian continent awaited my arrival. I sat in a reclining captain's chair, staring at the holographic map floating over my drink.
"We've cleared Russian airspace, Jin-Woo," So-Hee said. She stepped into the main cabin, her voice humming with the new power I'd granted her. She had changed into a tight, black lace bodysuit that acted as a secondary skin, shimmering with frost. "The European Hunter Alliance is already tracking us. They've declared a No-Fly Zone over Mediterranean waters."
"Let them," I replied. I checked my interface. The EXP ticker hadn't stopped. The global broadcast of the WHA humiliation was still being shared, commented on, and loathed by millions.
[Current EXP: 3.8 Billion.]
[New Skill Available: Sky-Piercing Domain.]
Yuna suddenly materialized from the shadows of the galley, holding a tray of sliced fruit. She looked agitated. Her violet eyes darted between me and So-Hee, her fingers twitching near the hilt of a hidden dagger.
"You're paying too much attention to the map," Yuna whispered, leaning over me until her hair brushed my cheek. "And too much attention to her. I haven't had my... synchronization today. My shadows are feeling lonely."
The tension in the cabin was thick enough to choke a dragon. On one side, the refined, dominant MILF who saw me as her king. On the other, the obsessive yandere who saw me as her soul. It was a delicate balance of madness and power.
"I haven't forgotten you, Yuna," I said, reaching out to pull her onto my lap. She let out a small, satisfied purr that vibrated against my chest. "But we have company."
A sudden alarm blared through the jet's speakers. The cockpit door flew open, and the pilot, a Rank-A mercenary, looked pale.
"Sir! We have multiple bogeys on the radar. They aren't planes. They're... floating platforms?"
I stood up, gently setting Yuna aside. I walked to the window. In the distance, silhouetted against the rising sun, three massive obsidian disks were flanking the jet. On top of each disk stood a team of Hunters wearing silver-and-white robes.
"Cyber-Hunters from Interpol," So-Hee spat, her hands glowing with ice. "They use gravity-nullification tech and long-range mana-interference. They don't want to shoot us down. They want to hijack the jet's flight computer."
[Warning: External Hacking Detected.]
[The jet's auto-pilot is being overridden by 'Celestial Code'.]
[Notice: The God of Chastity is providing technical support to your enemies.]
"That petty old man," I laughed. I felt a surge of genuine amusement. "He can't kill me himself, so he's acting as an IT consultant for Interpol?"
"Jin-Woo, the engines are cutting out!" the pilot yelled.
The jet suddenly dipped, the floor dropping away as the turbines died. Gravity took over. So-Hee grabbed a handrail, her aura flaring to stabilize herself. Yuna simply clung to my waist like a leech.
"So-Hee, freeze the exterior hull. Create a secondary shell of ice so we don't burn up on reentry," I commanded. "Yuna, get ready to jump. We're going to give these tech-priests a lesson in manual overrides."
I opened the System Store. I needed something that would hurt their pride as much as their bodies.
[Item Purchased: Virus of the Succubus (Digital Grade).]
[Cost: 600 Million EXP.]
[Effect: Uploads a 'Lust-Based' Trojan into any connected network. Causes hardware to overheat and users to experience 'Sensory Overload'.]
"Upload it," I whispered.
I didn't wait for the plane to crash. I kicked the emergency exit door open. The roar of the wind was deafening. I looked at the lead obsidian disk, where a woman with a cybernetic eye was frantically typing on a holographic keyboard.
I jumped.
The wind whipped around me, my [Cloak of Partial Invisibility] flapping like the wings of a fallen angel. I didn't fall like a stone. I used my level 99 stats to kick off the air itself, propelled by bursts of mana.
As I landed on the first disk, the female Cyber-Hunter looked up in horror. Her holographic screens were suddenly filled with pink, pulsing code. Her cybernetic eye began to glow a deep, neon violet.
"What is... what is this?" she gasped, her hands trembling over her keys. "The firewall... it's... it's moaning?"
"It's called a bad connection," I said, grabbing her by the collar of her high-tech robes.
I funneled a spark of my [Indecent Aura] into her neural link. The effect was immediate. Her eyes rolled back, and the obsidian disk began to wobble as her concentration shattered into a thousand erotic hallucinations.
[Target Neutralized.]
[EXP Multiplier active.]
Behind me, the jet was encased in a massive, beautiful sphere of violet ice, gliding through the air like a comet. So-Hee was standing on the nose of the plane, her hair flying wild, looking like a goddess of the apocalypse.
Yuna appeared beside me on the disk, her blades already wet with the blood of the other guards. She didn't look at the enemies. She looked at me, her face flushed with the thrill of the hunt.
"Can I kill the next one, Jin-Woo? Please? I want to see if their circuits bleed!"
I looked at the remaining two disks. The Hunters on them were already falling to their knees, clutching their heads as my digital virus tore through their headsets.
"Don't kill them, Yuna," I said, looking toward the European coastline appearing on the horizon. "We need them to tell their bosses that I'm coming. And tell the God of Chastity that his firewall is pathetic."
I stood on the edge of the wobbling obsidian disk, the wind howling around us, the jet following us like a loyal pet. We were no longer just fugitives. We were a traveling calamity.
"Next stop, Greece," I muttered. "I've always wanted to see if Olympus is as stiff as they say."