I Became a Police Officer in a Superhero Genre

Fucking body. It would have been easier if I had just died, but this shitty thing stubbornly survives.

The first thought that came to mind as soon as I opened my eyes was why am I alive, and that my life is really fucking shitty. At the same time, I realized that I’m quite exhausted right now.

Recent events have been coming one after another, and the scale of the incidents has been no joke. In this incident, not just me, but most of the people who were dispatched to the scene got caught up in it and are hospitalized.

Most importantly, my body is completely wrecked and I’ve even become disabled. It’s natural to be tired, both psychologically and physically.

First, my right hand. I don’t know exactly what the one-eyed superpower user’s ability was, but my right hand that was holding the gun became like a lump of meat ground in a blender due to that bastard’s ability.

The doctor who rushed over as soon as I opened my eyes said that my right arm, which had become like a Sudoku puzzle, was somehow pieced together.

But it’s just made to look like an arm in shape. Its function has become incomparably weaker than before. I was told that even if the arm’s wounds heal, it will be in a state where it’s difficult to lift even a water bottle with my right arm.

The thigh pierced by the bullet also hit a nerve wrong and they say it will hurt for the rest of my life… Is there anyone who wouldn’t be tired of hearing such things as soon as they open their eyes?

It was shitty. Fuck, I did imagine maybe I could get out if I jumped into a car, but I never dreamed I’d really become a cripple and get out.

Retirement pay? If this country properly treated police officers, Grandfather Dangun sleeping in the grave over there would rise up asking if the ideology of benefiting humanity has been realized.
I’ve never seen this country properly give support money or compensation to injured police officers in all my time as a police officer. They’d rather take money away.

Meanwhile, I had a slight hope that Sai might let me go since I was injured like this. But I soon realized that this wasn’t the time to expect such things.

That Sai drives me to the point of leaving permanent disabilities? While knowing nothing about people. That bitch who’s an expert in methods of tormenting without killing?
…Well, it could be possible. She might have made me like this simply because she had another purpose, or maybe she was just in a bad condition.

But it’s hard to think like that. The Sai I saw at the scene was different from usual.
Not in the sense that her condition was bad, but a feeling that she couldn’t control herself?

Thinking about it, the process of the incident was too strange, and I heard that Yagi helped Minus escape.
I wonder why that thorough and disgusting thing made things so difficult. Was it really just a mistake due to poor condition?

…No, there’s no way that bitch of all people would make a mistake. Is she preparing something bigger after all? This might just be a simple preparation process.

Thinking about the original novel’s development [of course, the original development is already dead], the ‘Chosen Ones’ incident will come next, and that incident turns society itself upside down.

The next incident is when discrimination and oppression against superpower users accumulate and accumulate until it explodes like gunpowder. The aftermath of this incident alone will cause a great chaos that collapses society without Sai having to do anything separately.

I could just pass it off as such things happening – but how much have the original events been twisted by the butterfly effect caused by my existence?

Each of the cases I’ve solved could become dominoes, causing an even bigger mess than I know.

Let’s see. A bigger mess than what appeared in the novel. What could happen? Couldn’t Sai lead the superpower users to take over the country and become the king of this country?

Thinking that, I suddenly got goosebumps all over my body, but I shook my head to shake off the thought. Right now I’m hospitalized in the intensive care unit and resting.

Whether I become disabled or whatever, I’m in a state where I can’t even walk properly. To heal quickly, I should stay away from shitty things. But – it’s too bright in the room because of the bald old man next to me.

“Chief Kim. Why are you next to me?”

“You bastard. You don’t like sharing a hospital room?”

“No. When you sit by the window, the sunlight reflects and hurts my eyes. Like a mirror ball.”

Why did they arrange the hospital room beds like this? In a 4-person room, if you put a bald person right next to the window, how tired would the other people inside be?

I shook my head while criticizing the bald chief, and the chief struggled saying he’d kill me, but what could a person who looked like a tied-up turkey with casts on both legs do?

I ignored the chief’s nonsensical squawking and laid my heavy head on the bed.

My body is tired and injured, and I’m mentally fatigued. Five police officers even died in this incident. They say the funerals were already over before I woke up.

Considering the scale of the incident with over 30 rampaging superpower users, the number of deaths is small, but can you be happy about few deaths in front of the bereaved families? I chewed over their names while looking at the ceiling.

Damn that Sai bitch. It’s all her fault. Now that I’ve been diagnosed with permanent disabilities in my leg and arm, I probably can’t work as a police officer anymore.

I’ve been through hell because I unfortunately caught Sai’s attention as an ordinary police officer with nothing special, but now I don’t know what will happen to me going forward.

The supervisor-like person who will officially confirm the extent of my injuries and determine whether I can perform police duties or not hasn’t come yet.

It seems it will take a few more weeks for my treatment to be decided since there’s no movement from the Honor Restoration Committee regarding compensation payment.

But you can tell by looking at my condition. With my arm like this and not being able to walk properly, I can’t keep wearing the uniform.
But it doesn’t matter. Even if it’s just for my fucking pride, I’ll keep looking for ways to chase that bitch even if I take off the uniform.

But Sai has been orchestrating incidents to torment me as a police officer, so if I become an ordinary person, what will she try to do next? This worry suddenly occurs to me.

I hope she doesn’t do something like turning me into a mutant and using me like a limb. …The problem is that bitch would probably do such a thing saying it’s no fun if I’m injured and stuck in a room.

“…I’m fucked.”

Does this mean I have to somehow return to active duty to survive as a human? It’s really sad and shitty. It’s sad enough that I’ve become disabled, fuck.

…Since I was determined to catch Sai anyway, I was going to chase her no matter what happened. Let’s think that I need to stay in the police for my future safety too. If I do rehabilitation exercises like crazy, it should work out somehow.

Let’s think like that for now. While lamenting my life looking at the ceiling, the chief sitting next to me who had been squawking closes his mouth.

Wondering what’s going on, I look at him, and he speaks to me with an uncharacteristically serious face.

“Hey Mun-su.”

“Yes.”

“…Are you okay?”

That one phrase contained many meanings. But I could only shrug my shoulders. My deputy is the world’s number one psycho, so I have to be okay whether I like it or not if I want to live.

“Is there any reason I wouldn’t be okay? Isn’t my body really strong? I’ll probably heal on my own and leave the hospital again.”

“You tough bastard. Yeah, hurry up and get better so you can run around alone at crime scenes.”

Chief Kim said so while looking out the window with an uncharacteristically contemplative face. It was a face that seemed to have many thoughts along with worry for me – but do you think I’ll be fooled like before?

“Chief. Your retirement application was rejected. I just contacted Team Leader Yagi and asked her.”

“You son of a bitch!!!”

At my words, the chief rushed at me with casts on both legs, but I blocked it with my right arm cast and shook him off to the floor.

Of course, what I said was a lie. How could I have had time to contact anyone when it hasn’t even been a few hours since I woke up from surgery? In the first place, my fucking phone was smashed again in that chaos.

But the chief didn’t think of that. I was able to arrest a person who was dreaming of the perfect crime and trying to escape at the scene.

I might quit being a police officer. I’m thinking of throwing it all away if Sai is arrested in the future. But not that person. I will definitely keep that person tied to the police and watch him suffer forever.

I swear to God. Definitely. I absolutely won’t die alone.

I was in the intensive care unit and wasn’t allowed visitors because they said they needed to manage my surgical sites. I had nothing to do except take medicine, get examined, and sleep.

Normally I shouldn’t be able to sleep because I’ve slept too much, but maybe due to the effects of the medicine, even if I sleep and sleep, I feel sleepy, like I’m falling into a sand pit named Suma.

I wake up from sleep for a moment, but that’s only for a moment and soon I fall into the swamp of Suma again.

Swimming through dreams several times, I suddenly heard a sliding sound and felt my consciousness rise slightly. Was it the characteristic sound of a window or sliding door rail moving that rang especially loudly in the stillness of dawn?

I lifted my eyelids that felt heavy as if weights were attached, looking towards where the sound came from. There, with the blurry night view at her back, New Hope was hiding her body in the sinking shadows.

The night view shining instead of the hidden moon. Is it late at night? Normally I would have been surprised seeing someone who suddenly broke into the hospital room.

But the aviation jacket and black suit that could be called New Hope’s trademark clearly showed it was New Hope. But why did she come at this time? To someone in the intensive care unit, no less.

“…So you were here.”

As I painfully fixed my head that was shaking like a sick chicken and looked at New Hope, New Hope spoke to me.

There was crying mixed in that voice which made me quite worried that something had happened, but. This damn medicine, I just couldn’t get my mind straight no matter what.

“Meeting you again like this… I can’t think of what to say. I had so many things I wanted to say, but. Words, won’t… come out…”

New Hope came down from the window and approached me. There’s the chief too, and other people sharing the room. But the people in the room all seemed to have fallen into deep sleep like me, not waking up even as New Hope moved.

Ah damn, I can’t even tell if this is a dream or not right now. I’m painfully holding my head up, but if I lay my head back on the pillow, I feel like I’ll fall asleep right away.

Did New Hope really come to the intensive care unit now? Or is this a dream? I tried to shake off Suma somehow, but Suma persistently wouldn’t let me go.

“I wanted, to meet you. I dreamed every day… Since that day. I…”

New Hope. No, Mina came next to my bed and started babbling strange things. What is she saying now? It’s been about a week since I woke up from surgery.

Is she saying such things over just a week?

As I was wondering, the kid wrapped my uninjured left hand and sat next to me. Only then could I clearly see Mina sitting next to me.

…Wait a minute, this kid. Is this really Mina? Something’s different?

It’s strange. The facial bone structure and appearance. Even the voice was clearly the Mina I knew. But the person sitting next to me was somehow different from the Mina I knew.

I didn’t notice when she was hidden in the shadows, but looking closely, the olive-colored aviation jacket she was wearing had faded and worn so much that it had become almost ‘white’.
Her body had also grown more than I knew. Especially one part of her body had grown to an overwhelming degree.

Am I perhaps going crazy with sexual desire or something? I painfully shook my heavy head at this unbelievable reality.
After regaining my senses a bit like that and looking at Mina again, her hairstyle wasn’t the usual long straight hair but tied up in a ponytail.

There was an unfamiliar belt on her suit waist. It had various pockets attached whose purpose I couldn’t tell, but the most noticeable thing was a handgun. But that, no matter how I look at it. It’s mine…?

I know for sure that my handgun was smashed along with my right hand during this incident. But I could tell because it was a gun I had used for a long time. That the gun hanging at her waist was mine.

Why does Mina, that kid, have my gun? And why has she changed like that? Her atmosphere and everything was so different from the Mina I knew.

What on earth is this? I thought it might be a dream, but. The warmth of my left hand that she was holding, and the sensation of hot liquid hitting my cheek were telling me that this wasn’t a dream right now.

“Detective. There’s a way to heal your wounds now. Find the Dokkaebi’s younger sister. With that child’s ability, you’ll be able to return to the police.”

The being next to me who may or may not be Mina babbled strange words. The fact that she was talking about the Dokkaebi’s younger sister whom I had only seen once made me even more confused.

For a moment, remembering how Sai revealed her identity when I was hospitalized before, I wondered if this was Sai’s scheme too and my body trembled. But damn it. As expected, my body, won’t move.

Crazy. What kind of drug did they use to mess up a person’s body like this? A person has become unconscious, fuck!

Red eyes shine towards me from the shadows. Those eyes were shining with warmth, affection, worry, and longing completely different from Sai’s.

The being who may or may not be Mina put my arm under the blanket. Then she tidied up the blanket that was roughly spread out and covered me up to my shoulders.

The warm affection felt in each of those actions made it hard to believe this was something Sai had plotted.

“And… if, if. If I’m in danger, please don’t save me. I’ll somehow manage on my own. So…”

The person who looked like Mina trailed off there. That voice sounded more pitiful than the cry of an abandoned puppy, but-

“…Sleep well tonight. Let’s definitely meet again next time.”

With those words, Mina forcibly laid my head on the bed. I felt my eyelids closing right away.
But as my eyelids closed, the white faded jacket worn by the person who may or may not be Mina caught my eye.
The fortune teller’s words to be careful of white things also stuck to my eyelids and wouldn’t fall off.

Surely I don’t have to avoid all white things for the rest of my life?
I should visit that fortune-telling house again when I get better. I fell into Suma’s grasp with such thoughts.

The morning sun rose. As I came to my senses in the morning, I blankly stared into space,
Now that the effects of the medicine seem to have worn off, Suma released me freely. I quietly searched for and picked up the chief’s phone, who was still asleep.
I was urgent. My intuition was screaming that I needed to confirm whether what I saw in the early morning was a dream or not.
Isn’t it said that human intuition is not just a simple hunch, but future prediction through much experience?
I’ve never been harmed by following my intuition and honestly I really want to check if it was a dream or reality, but-
The current time is 7 AM. It’s early, but it’s time for students going to school in the morning to be awake.
But she often oversleeps because of late night patrols, will she be awake? I was a bit worried, but worrying alone doesn’t solve anything.
I dialed Mina’s number that I knew on the chief’s phone. The call connected after a few rings.
“[Hello?]”
“Hey kid. It’s me. I have something to ask you right now.”
“[De-Detective?! Is that really you?! Are you okay?! I heard you were badly injured! I, I haven’t heard anything. I……]”
Ah, right. I woke up after a week and haven’t contacted her at all. But I couldn’t help it. My phone was completely smashed.
As I was rationalizing to myself like that, I heard Mina’s voice on the verge of bursting into tears.
That voice overlapped with that fleeting moment last night that I couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality.
Because that voice overlapped with last night’s vision, I asked Mina more firmly.
“Calm down. This is an important question so answer me. Did you come to the hospital last night by any chance?”
“[Um… No?]”
“I see? Then next. Did you pick up my gun by any chance?”
“[What…?! Uh, oh. No. I haven’t picked up anything like that…?]”
“Then lastly… Do you-”
I was about to ask about the most prominent physical difference between the Mina I saw yesterday and the current Mina.
But in a split second, I realized how it would look to ask such a question to a high school girl and hurriedly stopped my tongue.
I twisted and rolled my tongue with all my might and asked something else instead of the original question I was going to ask.
“Have you… grown taller recently?”
“[Um… No. My height and everything is the same recently… even though I’m in my growth period…]”
Mina complained that she wasn’t growing taller, but. I laughed with a “hah”.
So that last night was really just a weird dream after all. I must have had a really strange dream, and the medicine I took must have been insanely strong. I sighed in relief and chatted with Mina for a while before ending the call.
Then I happened to check the chief’s phone screen and-
“Whew, that old man’s tastes…”
I decided to pretend I didn’t see the chief’s tastes that I accidentally saw. They say men shouldn’t look at each other’s phone search histories after all.