Common Sense Hijack System-Chapter 147: Chaos

The silence was thick and heavy, pressing down on everyone in the room. The air felt stifling, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Greg’s face was pale, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. He was trying—desperately—to form an argument, a defense, anything.

And then, he snapped.

"BULLSHIT!" Greg suddenly shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. "This is bullshit! That video—it’s out of context!"

Nobody reacted.

Because nobody believed him.

Greg’s breathing hitched, his eyes darting around the room, realizing.

Realizing that he was done.

That everyone knew.

That he was, from this moment on, a dead man walking.

And like a cornered animal, Greg did what every coward does when they have nothing left.

He lashed out.

"You’re all a bunch of self-righteous hypocrites!" he spat, his voice shaking with fury. He pointed at Emmet. "You’re a fucking loser! You were never a man to begin with! That’s why she let me do it! That’s why she wanted me!"

Emmet’s hands clenched into fists. His breath came out in sharp, uneven gasps.

Greg turned next. His wild eyes landed on the crowd, scanning for someone to blame, someone weaker than him.

And then—

He locked onto Julia.

A twisted, ugly grin spread across his face.

"And you, Julia," he sneered, stepping closer. "Acting all high and mighty, like you’re better than the rest of us?" ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Karl instantly tensed.

Greg laughed, bitter and cruel. "Let’s be fucking real. You walk around like you own this place, like you’re some kind of leader, but what are you really? Huh?"

Julia’s expression remained calm, unreadable.

But Greg wasn’t done.

"You’re just another pathetic woman stuck with some fat, useless husband while you pretend you’re too good for anyone else!" He spat on the floor. "Bet you haven’t been properly fucked in years, huh? Bet that slob you call a husband can’t even get it up anymore!"

Karl felt the temperature in the room drop.

Curtis inhaled sharply.

The crowd stiffened.

Julia... didn’t move.

She just stood there, staring at Greg.

And that?

That was the scariest part.

The room was charged, a silent pressure pressing down on every single person present.

Greg’s words still hung in the air, vile and venomous, but his smirk was fading—he was starting to realize he had gone too far.

And Julia?

She stepped forward.

Not angry. Not rattled.

Just in control.

Her expression was calm, cold, her eyes sharp as a blade. She looked at Greg like he was nothing.

"You know, Greg..." she murmured, voice steady, deliberate. "For someone who talks so much about being a man..."

She took another step.

"...You sure sound like a whining little bitch."

Greg twitched. His ego was still too big to back down. "Oh, fuck off, Julia. You’re just mad because I said the truth—"

Julia turned away from him—completely dismissing him—and faced the crowd.

"This man," she said, her voice clear, commanding, absolute, "has taken everything from Emmet. His home. His dignity. His wife."

The crowd murmured.

"After everything we’ve suffered, after everything we’ve lost, we rely on each other to survive. But Greg?"

She gestured toward him.

"Greg thinks he can take whatever he wants. Greg thinks the rules don’t apply to him."

Greg stepped back. "W-Wait—"

Julia raised a hand, and he froze.

Because everyone was listening.

Karl saw it.

The undeniable truth.

Julia wasn’t just respected.

She wasn’t just a leader.

She was in control.

These people didn’t just listen to her.

They obeyed her.

And then, Julia gave the order.

"Greg," she said, her voice ringing through the air. "You don’t deserve to walk away from this."

She turned to the crowd.

"Punish him."

A ripple of shock and bloodlust spread through the room.

Greg froze. "W-Wait, what?! You can’t—!"

"Do it."

The crowd moved.

Hands grabbed Greg, dragged him down, fingers curling into fists.

Karl saw Emmet step forward, his face twisted with years of rage, years of humiliation.

And then—

The first punch landed.

Greg screamed.

But it didn’t stop.

More hands. More fists. More rage.

They weren’t just hitting him.

They were tearing him apart.

And Julia?

She just watched.

Expression calm.

Expression satisfied.

Karl stood frozen.

This wasn’t just justice.

This was power.

Julia had control.

And none of them even realized it.

The sounds of fists against flesh filled the room, each impact sending a visceral reminder of what happened when order collapsed.

Greg’s screams had faded into gurgled sobs, his once-smug arrogance completely obliterated. Emmet, wild-eyed and trembling, had lost himself in the violence, swinging with everything he had.

But Karl?

Karl just watched.

He wasn’t horrified. He wasn’t sympathetic.

He was processing.

Because this?

This wasn’t chaos.

This was control.

And at the center of it all, Julia stood untouched.

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Then, she turned.

Her sharp, piercing gaze landed on Karl and Curtis.

For the first time since this started, she addressed them.

"You two."

Her voice was smooth, steady—like a blade slipping between ribs.

"Not interested in punishing a man like Greg?"

Curtis shifted uncomfortably, his usual bravado momentarily absent. "Uh... I mean, I think he’s getting plenty of punishment already."

Karl just shrugged. "I don’t do mob justice."

A long silence.

Then, Julia smiled.

A slow, knowing, dangerous smile.

She stepped closer, reaching out—

And before Karl or Curtis could react, she gently ran a hand through their hair.

Like they were pets.

Or children.

Be good boys, she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Then she patted their heads.

And with that, she leaned in, her lips so close to Karl’s ear he felt the warmth of her breath.

"Don’t mess up."

Karl’s blood ran cold.

Curtis stiffened beside him.

For the first time, they both realized.

Julia wasn’t just some hot milf running things by accident.

She wasn’t just respected.

She wasn’t just feared.

She was in charge.

And she had just warned them.

The commotion had reached its peak when he arrived.

A massive shadow loomed over the entrance. The crowd instinctively parted, as if making way for something unstoppable.

Karl immediately recognized him.

A walking mountain of muscle.

A man built like a brick wall wrapped in human skin.

He was the silent type, the kind who never spoke unless necessary. No one knew much about him—just that he trained every day, ate whatever protein he could find, and spent most of his time alone.

The bodybuilder.

And now, he was here.

Greg, still barely conscious, let out a choked breath, his bloodied face tilting up.

The bodybuilder’s deep, gravelly voice finally broke the silence.

"What happened here?"

His tone was flat. Calm.

Julia turned toward him, expression as composed as ever. "Greg stole from Emmet. But more than that..." she gestured toward Emmet’s shaking form. "He took something that can’t be returned."

The bodybuilder stared at Emmet for a long moment.

Then, he spoke.

"Thank you... for fighting."

That was all he said.

But somehow, it was enough.

Emmet froze, his breath hitching.

And the people?

The beating stopped.

They backed away, confused but obedient.

Karl knew why.

The bodybuilder didn’t need to ask.

People just listened to him.

And then—

He turned toward Greg.

For a moment, nothing.

And then—

He smiled.

A slow, terrifying smile.

"Let me defile him."

Silence.

Karl blinked.

Curtis choked on air.

The crowd collectively recoiled.

"HELL NAAAHH...!" Someone in the back shouted.

But the bodybuilder wasn’t joking.

He unfastened his belt.

Karl watched, horrified.

Curtis whispered, "Holy shit, he’s actually doing it."

Greg, barely conscious, suddenly found new energy.

"Wait—WAIT—WHAT?!!" He tried to crawl away, but his body was too broken to move. "You—you can’t be serious!!"

The bodybuilder grabbed him.

The crowd panicked.

Then—

"Stop."

Julia’s calm voice cut through the madness.

The bodybuilder halted.

For a moment, Greg looked relieved. His bloodied, swollen face twisted into something resembling gratitude.

"J-Julia—! Thank you! I— I knew you wouldn’t let this happen—"

Julia slowly tilted her head.

"Big Boy," she said, voice smooth, almost amused.

"Make sure his mouth get punished too."

Greg’s soul left his body.

Karl covered his mouth. Curtis collapsed against the wall.

The crowd lost their minds.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"JULIA, YOU’RE JUST GONNA LET THIS HAPPEN?!"

"WHY DID SHE SAY THAT SO CASUALLY?!"

Even the bodybuilder looked surprised. He blinked once, then nodded.

"Noted."

Greg screamed.

And just like that—

The day got even worse.