I Became a Police Officer in a Superhero Genre

Time passed. The secretary said that because the prayer failed, a more difficult trial would be imposed on me, and took me somewhere.

Being moved in a van with such heavy tinting that the outside couldn’t be seen at all, I wondered if I was being kidnapped now? But.

I was certain it was kidnapping when those bastards threw me into some strange retreat or whatever it was and even took away my phone.

“Since you failed the previous trial, you can’t receive the next trial right away. Your soul needs to be purified. For that, you need to reflect on your sins for 2 days here.”

The secretary told me that while urging me to go inside after getting off the car.

Next to her were the two hulks I had seen at the headquarters before, sitting silently threatening.

Seeing that spectacle, I considered just flipping them over and leaving. But thinking about it, these bastards were also superpower users. Even though they’re idiots, I can’t win.

Honestly, it hurts my pride as a police officer. So I decided to vent this frustration by lightly provoking this secretary.

“Don’t you have to pay to enter here?”

“Not necessary. Well, ordinary people who aren’t superpower users can’t enter this place even if they want to pay.”

“No, originally retreats are places where you pay money to suffer. Like where they make students do military-style training while teachers rest comfortably, and even fill their back pockets. Isn’t this place for that purpose too?”

“…What on earth do you think we are?!”

Criminal bastards.

As I swallowed those words, the secretary glared at me with her eyes wide open showing the strange patterns engraved on them, causing my body to stiffen again.

But that didn’t last very long either, and the secretary pushed me inside the retreat center with a deep sigh.

The building looked shabby enough that it wouldn’t be strange if ghosts appeared from the outside, but when I went inside, the interior was bright, well-decorated and clean.

About 5 floors. There didn’t seem to be many people, and the building with most facilities concentrated on the first floor had the structure of a common accommodation facility.

The only notable feature was that there were almost no windows to see outside?

There were many windows when looking from outside, but inside it was as if walls had been erected in front of the windows, so no windows were visible.

Is this a facility for brainwashing by isolating them from the outside? Seeing that they even had a place like this, I was impressed.

There must be someone who only researched petty and people-tormenting methods. Or someone who should be thrown in jail had taken a doctoral course.

I clicked my tongue and followed those bastards. I headed to the accommodation where I would stay for 2 days. I headed to the second floor.

Meanwhile, surveillance cameras visible throughout the building. People wearing clothes labeled “Staff” were walking around.

Good. I confirmed that it doesn’t seem like I can easily escape or check the interior.

Moreover, when I went to my room, that room also directly represented the purpose of the building.

All the locks could be locked from outside. The window was in a position that seemed unreachable even for someone over 2 meters tall, and that window was only about the size of 3 finger joints.

A place that could be mistaken for a solitary cell in prison if there wasn’t a bed and desk in the room.

Where on earth did these bastards find such a building? I was genuinely curious.

“I just need to stay here for two days?”

“Yes. This is a place for people who have difficulties in life after becoming superpower users, or those who need temporary isolation from society because it’s hard to control their abilities.”

“Originally, an ordinary ‘human’ like you can’t come here, but the representative said he wants to teach you, a detective, the correct perception about superpower users, so he allowed you to come here. So don’t act rashly and for that grace-”

“Can I order chicken to eat?”

“Oh really! How can such a crazy person be called an incorruptible police officer?! Do you have a backer?!”

If I did, would I be doing this shit?

I cut off the nonsense she was saying while setting the mood and asked the most important question, but why is she reacting like that?

Sneering at the secretary getting angry, I lay down on the bed in the room.

The secretary twisted her face a lot but soon seemed to give up, threw a piece of paper saying to follow the schedule written on it, and left.

The door closed with a thud. The sound of clicking high heels echoed and gradually disappeared.

After confirming there was no presence outside the door, I checked if there were any cameras or microphones in the room.

Fortunately, nothing like that was visible. Only then did I check the schedule the secretary had left.

If the purpose was to lock people up in a place like this and make them anxious, there would be no need to leave such a schedule.

Wondering about this, I checked the schedule and soon let out a hollow laugh.

The so-called schedule was filled with some strange thing called mental and physical training except for eating and sleeping times.

It seemed like even a mentally healthy person would go crazy in a week if they moved according to this schedule.

But the problem is – did Park Jung-hoon bastard think I would be brainwashed in just two days and dumped me here? I could understand if it was about a week, but just two days?

While pondering lying on the hard bed that made my back hurt, I realized that bastard’s purpose only after being dragged to the auditorium for mental and physical training time.

“- Our lives as superpower users are miserable. Adults and children alike are mercilessly trampled on, exposed to discrimination, oppression, and violence simply for becoming superpower users!

The police! The government! No one helps us! But everyone!”

Park Jung-hoon, standing at the very front of the auditorium, stopped speaking after shouting emotionally as if performing an opera, even trembling his fist.

About 30-40 superpower users of various appearances besides me were blankly staring at Park Jung-hoon bastard with faces as if possessed by ghosts.

People focusing on Park Jung-hoon’s next words as if his superpower was speech rather than passing on.

What does Park Jung-hoon say? Everyone watched that bastard’s movements.

In the auditorium where not even the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard, Park Jung-hoon trembled with his fist clenched without saying anything, then opened his mouth.

“Our superpowers are still an unknown realm with almost nothing revealed. Our abilities are constantly growing. Not only that, but more powerful superpower users are appearing as time passes! And the number of superpower users is still increasing!”

“That’s right. Someday our numbers will exceed theirs! Today! Right now! If we endure just this moment! We will be able to reclaim our rightful rights!
We will be able to repay all the resentment we received to them! For our future! To prepare for the day we will face! We must endure! Together!!”

Oh my, this bastard. He’s subtly babbling about overthrowing everything.

The speech talking about differences between superpower users and non-superpower users along with revenge and hatred was content that made me frown.

But at Park Jung-hoon’s words, people cheered and clapped, and some were even seen shedding tears.

It was a scene that made me wonder if this was a civic group or a pseudo-religion like Human-Centered that I had destroyed before.

It was disgusting beyond unpleasant. Roughly looking at the clothes of the gathered people, those gathered here didn’t seem to be very affluent.

But the bruises and wounds visible on people’s faces simply explained how they ended up coming here.

And just knowing the reality of people being used by Park Jung-hoon’s words was enough to feel shitty, but there was something even shittier.

“Then – I’ll introduce two new people who have joined us today. One person is not our compatriot, but someone who came saying they wanted to help us after hearing our intentions.
Some of you may already know. This person is – Detective Lee Mun-su!”

That was the reason this bastard dragged me here.

This bastard brought me here in front of these people to use me for whatever, whether it’s to be torn apart or to be cursed at.

Listening to Park Jung-hoon’s speech content, the people who came here are all those who experienced unfair treatment but couldn’t get help from anyone, let alone the police.

Just because they’re superpower users. I knew there were such people, and I had seen them directly too, but.

Seeing these pitiful people gathered like this and being played by the honeyed words of such sons of bitches directly made my blood boil.

Park Jung-hoon bastard drags me, who was standing blankly beside him, to the front of the platform. People’s gazes gather.

Those gazes were mixed with hostility, hatred, or disgust. It seemed they harbored disgust towards me, a non-superpower user, whether consciously or unconsciously, influenced by Park Jung-hoon’s words.

Or could it be that they’re looking at me like that because I’m a ‘police officer’? I stood in front of the auditorium feeling a bitter taste on the tip of my tongue.

After standing there, I irritably asked Park Jung-hoon what I should do.

Honestly, I just wanted to keep my mouth shut because I didn’t think anything good would come out if I opened it now, but Park Jung-hoon bastard looked at me like that and said softly with a smile as if enjoying it:

“Why don’t you say some words of comfort for those who are having a hard time? The more good deeds you do, the more they accumulate. If you do that – won’t the temptation in you disappear a little?”

Is this bastard threatening me with this?

Somehow managing to hold back my face from twisting, I maintained an expressionless face.

The moment I open my mouth to comfort or whatever to such people, what will come back is jeers and curses.

They say it’s everyday for police to be cursed at, but it feels really bad to just be told to be a punching bag.

Biting my lip while looking at the people glaring at me from in front of the platform, I decided to just babble anything instead of the words of comfort this bastard wanted, with the mindset of telling him to eat shit.

Not saying anything to have a battle of nerves here is also an option, but isn’t it not the right timing to pick a fight? Fuck.

“Hello. My name is Lee Mun-su. I’m a detective. I-”

“Thank you for your good words. Thank you, Detective Lee Mun-su. Hohoho, your words were very touching.”

This son of a bitch?

Park Jung-hoon bastard arbitrarily gives a closing remark even though I hadn’t even started speaking yet.

Moreover, even the people sitting down clap and show reactions as if telling me to get off the stage right now.

Are these people collectively mocking me now? I tried to glare at Park Jung-hoon bastard with vicious eyes. But my eyes discovered thick fog stuck to the ceiling of the auditorium.

Is there any reason for such fog to form indoors? No, is fog forming nothing special when various superpower users are gathered?

Thinking that, I tried to go back to my seat, but. Suddenly I felt something catch in my mind.

Didn’t Park Jung-hoon bastard say “two people” when he was talking about those who joined them?

It was words I had brushed off in the moment because I was so disgusted by the part where he expressed me as someone joining them. But no one else besides me was visible at the front of this auditorium.

Who else is there? As I moved my neck to look around, Park Jung-hoon was continuing to speak while ignoring me.

“Let me introduce! The symbol of justice who surely judges those who commit crimes, regardless of whether they’re politicians or chaebols!
One who enchants people! The strongest superpower user that even New Hope doesn’t dare to defeat! I introduce our hero, Dokkaebi-nim!”

What?

When Park Jung-hoon bastard flapped his wings once greatly, suddenly someone appeared in front of Park Jung-hoon bastard.

Dokkaebi in a familiar appearance wearing white hemp clothes and a dokkaebi mask, holding a danso in hand. He appeared according to Park Jung-hoon’s words.

“Those who know will know. This person has been watching over us and helping us until now, but hasn’t officially joined us!

But today! Dokkaebi-nim has finally made up his mind and said he will join us in our cause! And he said he wanted to meet you all directly and came to help those who have experienced unfair treatment!

What a wonderful hero! We will work harder with Dokkaebi-nim for an even brighter tomorrow!”

“Ooooh!!!”

At Park Jung-hoon’s words, the gathered people started clapping with thunderous cheers.

To the public, unlike Justice or other lunatics, Dokkaebi has an image of a judge who only punishes truly evil people, so they must be reacting like that because him joining them means they are justice.

I rubbed my chin feeling that something was going strangely.

It’s already expected that Dokkaebi bastard is involved here for whatever reason.

But what is it for him to appear with such good timing when I’m here? There’s no benefit for Park Jung-hoon bastard in making me and Dokkaebi meet.

And listening to those words, it seems Dokkaebi came here deliberately – can that bastard find out so easily that I’m here?

As long as he’s forcibly tied down here, Dokkaebi must not be in a very free position either.

Thanks to his ability, he can deceive people’s eyes and move around, but unless Park Jung-hoon bastard is an idiot, he must be marking Dokkaebi and preventing him from moving easily.

Yet for whatever reason, he appears here where I am? It’s impossible without a third party passing on information about me.

Who on earth passed information to Dokkaebi bastard? What immediately comes to mind is Sai’s evil hand.

Realizing that in the worst case scenario, I probably won’t be able to ask this guy for help either, I gritted my teeth and stared at his dokkaebi mask.