I Became a Police Officer in a Superhero Genre

“There’s misfortune in your fate! Misfortune! Every woman you get entangled with eats away at your life force! No money, and nothing you want works out! Tsk tsk tsk. Even I can’t fix this. How can I do anything when your horoscope is like this from the start?”

“Just think that you were born wrong and live with it. At least you chose your profession well. You should live thinking you’re doing good deeds. There’s no hope for you.”

“Elder. Did I perhaps do something terribly wrong to you?”

I was scolded at the fortune-telling house I visited for the first time in this life and my past life combined. The elder wearing hanbok, with white hair and sharp fox-like eyes, said the above as soon as I entered the fortune-telling house.

She looked quite fitting and spry with her neatly gathered hair finished with a hair pin, but seeing her curse at someone as soon as they entered made her seem beyond spry to almost violent.

I wondered if I had entered a cursing grandmother’s fortune-telling house. I tried to recall what the sign outside looked like, thinking it might be a fake, but realizing it was futile, I just let out a snort and relaxed my body.

Honestly, what the elder was saying seemed right even to me. I had no money, nothing was working out as I wanted, and even I felt like this life was cursed.

Just look at what happened a few days ago.

After rescuing the kidnapping victims from the North Four’s workshop, it was fine up to the point where I rushed to where Mr. Giant, who had helped me, said his family was, because he asked me to save his family. That’s what the police should do.

In the meantime, I heard about why Mr. Giant was there. He was in a situation where he was being forced to cooperate with the North Four because his family was being held hostage.

He said he took the risk to ask me for help because he recognized me. After hearing that, I immediately moved to save his family. It was the right thing to do both as a human and as a detective.

But fuck, the place we went to find the family was another workshop of those North Four bastards? Moreover, when I skimmed through the documents in the workshop.

These bastards are crazy, they’re not just doing this shit with Mr. Giant, but they’re also holding the families of other superpower users with strong physical abilities hostage and exploiting people?

After confirming those documents, I naturally contacted the Violent Crimes Unit and the Special Investigation Team for cooperation. This wasn’t something I could handle alone.

After requesting support like that, normally I would have waited for support troops to arrive and people to gather, but-

The superpower users who cooperated with me while going around the two workshops were innocent civilian superpower users begging me to save their families. At the same time, they had very large, huge, and robust arm muscles.

When people like that were begging me to please save their families, I couldn’t bring myself to say we had to wait for support according to the manual.

When those muscular giants were pulling on both my arms begging me to please save their families, how could I say anything about manuals when the atmosphere was like I’d be drawn and quartered right there if I did? I had to say I’d go right away, fuck.

So I charged into another workshop where their families were said to be held captive, taking two giants with me. While the two giants dealt with the North Four trash, I succeeded in rescuing the families.

It would have been good if it ended there, but after the incident was over. As a result, I had smashed three workshops of the largest organization in Seoul. And I revealed the fact that those bastards were using civilian superpower users to increase their forces.

This is also a huge incident worthy of making the news. And I’m the one who solved this incident. And because of that, now should I say finally? This kind of talk started among the police:

“He’s really obsessed with achievements. He just rushes in thinking he’s so great. Look at him acting like a drunk colt because the media is praising him”

A voice I heard while watching my colleagues who had been dispatched escort the North Four bastards away, as I was completely drained after being stabbed a few times.

That didn’t seem to be just one person’s thought, as the gazes of those at the scene were flowing with envy and jealousy.

Ah, it’s about time. I scratched my head and rolled my eyes.

I knew this incident would cause friction with the Violent Crimes Unit since I rushed in without waiting for support. This is a pretty important turf war.

And I knew other people from the Special Investigation Team would look at me like that. They must be angry that only I’m being praised while they’re just getting cursed at in the media.

They say the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and it’s human nature that when someone who was just getting by normally suddenly starts doing well [even if unwanted], even people who didn’t care before start to get jealous.

If the news praises me as an upright and righteous detective, but at the same time curses other police officers as incompetent, it’s natural for them to have such thoughts.
It was a fantastic cycle of fucking shittiness where the more famous I became, the more other police officers’ efforts were ignored.

It’s really fucking shitty how that bitch Sai doesn’t see people as people but uses this so well.

I understand it’s her fault, but honestly, shitty things are shitty. But even with that shittiness, I can’t take out my anger on the cause, so I came here to relieve my frustration at least.

But to hear as soon as I enter that everything I’m experiencing is all fate. I feel like crying from the unfairness.

I just went to any church to pray, but I don’t want to experience such shitty things like that place actually being a gangster workshop.

Does this make any sense, fuck. There’s probably something more behind those North Four bastards – but that’s not my business right now. I’ve got my own problems to deal with. I asked the fortune-telling elder without hiding my depressed emotions:

“Elder. Wouldn’t things get better if I received a talisman or had an exorcism performed?”

“Your fortune can’t be changed by such things. It’s fate, I tell you. Even if you brought a great shaman, it wouldn’t work for you!”

“Shit.”

I don’t know what a great shaman is, but I can tell it’s someone important. The fortune-telling elder told me to go back, saying she wouldn’t even take money from me. She said there was nothing she could do for me.

“Tsk tsk, there’s nothing I can do, but I’ll give you one warning. Kid. Be careful of white things. It could completely ruin your life. You need to be careful. Don’t even go near white things!”

White things. I wondered if fortune-telling houses usually tell you about unlucky items for the day. I had questions, but seeing the elder shooing me away saying she had nothing more to say, I trudged out of the fortune-telling house.

I came to the fortune-telling house wanting to at least have an exorcism performed, but to be chased out after only hearing that my fate is fucked. Now that I’ve come this far, I’m not sad but angry.

Fuck, I get that I should avoid white things, but shouldn’t you tell me what’s dangerous? Does that mean I shouldn’t eat anything white? Can’t I even eat bread?

Grumbling as I went down the slightly dark stairs, I saw a place where light was shining down. A person with a familiar face was standing there.

“Deputy Chief, so what did they say? Should you have an exorcism or something? Looking at you reading books these days saying you’re studying something, it seems like you might be possessed.”
“Is me studying the same as being possessed?”

Sai greeted me at the entrance of the fortune-telling house while munching on a red bean bun. I didn’t come here with her, I came alone. When did that guy follow me?

I had a lot to say, but I didn’t bother to speak and just waved my hand saying:

“They say I’m so unlucky that even exorcisms or talismans won’t help.”

“Wow! This must be what they call the real deal!”

This bastard?

I glared fiercely at Sai, but that guy nonchalantly handed me a cup of coffee, ignoring my gaze.

Huh, good grief. So you think I look that unlucky too?

Come to think of it, it seems I’ve been unlucky from the start, getting stuck with this thing as my deputy.

If Sai wasn’t my deputy – Sai would have been active like in the original work, and I would have legally passed on the deputy chief position.

If only it had turned out like that, I wouldn’t have heard those disgusting words at the hospital. They say life is about accumulating regrets, but I think mine is a bit too much.

“Yeah, even I think I’m really unlucky.”

I muttered as if lamenting while taking and holding the coffee. Sai chuckled as if amused and covered her mouth.

What could the white thing the fortune-telling elder mentioned be? I returned to the station with Sai while holding that small question.

That night. I was able to realize what the white thing the fortune-telling elder had mentioned was.

It was a late hour with only a few minutes left until midnight.

Today was a rare off day that happens maybe once a month, but stupidly, I had left my card at my desk, so I had no choice but to return to the station.

These days they say there’s something called smart pay or whatever, but it’s annoying to apply and get approved, so I just carried around my card, and now my plan to celebrate my day off with a chicken was ruined.

Cursing my own stupidity, I trudged into the station, and what I saw was a scene of an almost empty station as if an incident had occurred.

And then what I saw was one of the juniors from the Special Investigation Team trying to put a plastic bag filled with white powder into the drawer of my desk.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, this is… uh.”

The junior stumbling over his words. What was this guy’s name again? I think it was Cha Jin-woo.
He was a guy who joined the Special Investigation Team and was trying to accumulate more years of service to climb higher.
I also remember him looking at me with eyes full of hatred beyond envy as I got special promotions and accumulated achievements recently.

But such a guy is trying to put a bag of white powder in my desk alone in the middle of the night? If it’s not a prank trying to put a flour bomb or something in my desk, then that’s probably – drugs.

It looks about 200 grams. I don’t know exactly what kind of drug it is, but that size would be quite expensive.

But he’s deliberately trying to put such a thing in my desk. I see what’s going on. I understand very well.

He’s planning to put that there and then report it before I come to work to frame me as a drug criminal. I understand very well. I must have really gotten on his nerves.

I immediately understood Cha Jin-woo’s objective, but one question remains. That is, I don’t understand how that bastard obtained 200 grams of drugs.

If he just harbored jealousy and wanted to frame someone he disliked, there was no need to put in such a large amount of drugs. If he wanted to, there were plenty of other ways to screw me over.

But why try to frame me with drugs specifically?

“It’s the suits, right? The ones who planned this.”

“……”

You call yourself a detective but can’t even control your expression? I let out a snort and shook my head.

Cha Jin-woo’s reaction just now proved that there was indeed someone behind this. I had noticed the company’s suits watching me lately, was it them?

No, seeing that they even persuaded a detective, it doesn’t seem to be just the company’s auditors who planned this, but the will of someone even higher up.

From the perspective of the higher-ups, I’m becoming famous and being called a symbol of integrity, but they must have things they’ve done in the past, so I must have been a thorn in their side, and they must have wanted to bring me down somehow. Or to put a leash on me.

What persistent bastards. My tongue clicked, but I suddenly remembered the fortune-telling elder’s words.

White things. Poison. Things to avoid. I had been wondering if I shouldn’t eat bread if even flour was bad, but to think it was this white thing.

I kicked that guy once, then grabbed his collar and was about to throw him in for illegal drug possession.

If this guy has backing, he’ll probably get out soon, but he still won’t be able to stay behind the Special Investigation Team.

For a moment, I thought about pretending not to notice the drugs being planted and going along with this guy’s scheme? But escaping from Sai’s hands with such a clumsy method would be – impossible.
If I could have escaped with something like that, I would have already put flour in my desk drawer long ago. Lots of it, fuck.

“You bastard. Don’t you know how shameful this is. Selling out a member of the same investigation team.”

“Y-You’re the one who did wrong…! Fuck, do you think I want to do this?! If I don’t, if I don’t do this, that bastard said he’d kill me…! Why did you have to mess with bastards like the North Four…!”

“Huh?”

Suddenly the North Four? I stopped in my tracks while dragging him by the collar.

I thought the higher-ups were involved, but suddenly he mentions the North Four. No matter what, a detective wouldn’t be scared of mere gangsters. Someone who received orders from the higher-ups

I slowly rolled my eyes and continued my train of thought.

The North Four is an organization that wasn’t properly dealt with even in the novel after the Food Ghost bastard overturned things once. Not an organization with secrets or one that was touched by Sai’s hand, but one that disintegrates and gets absorbed by others.

It was clearly strange that such a North Four was increasing their operations in this neighborhood and even bringing in civilian superpower users to expand their forces.

How does an organization that could collapse at any moment suddenly figure out who has awakened superpowers, kidnap their families to threaten them, grow their forces, and even do ‘human trafficking’?
“There must be someone behind this.”

The words that came out of my mouth on their own. It was strange. It’s impossible for an organization to grow this rapidly without the help of an underworld big shot.
In the first place, the boss of the North Four that I know isn’t smart or skilled enough to suddenly expand the business like this.

Could this be that bitch Sai’s doing too? As I was tilting my head thinking this, I suddenly realized that there were unusually few people at the station compared to normal.

Today is my day off, so I had already put my gun in the armory. It’s difficult to go get it right now. I quietly put on the handcuffs like brass knuckles and rolled my eyes. I felt a presence behind me.

“As expected of you, Detective. I didn’t think you’d notice right away.”

I strongly kicked Cha Jin-woo behind me and raised my fist towards where the voice came from. What I saw was the face of that shitty bastard I had met before.

A face with small eyes and a snake-like smile. A man in his 180s with snow-white hair and wearing a snow-white suit like his hair.

The damn root cause who got me into this Special Investigation Team and a son of a bitch who’s no help to my life whatsoever.

That bastard whose name was even ‘Minus’.

“This is the first time since I was with New Hope before. Have you been well?”

Minus smiled broadly with a suspicious-looking smile. I looked at his face and realized.

Everything from head to toe was white.

I realized that the white thing the fortune-telling elder mentioned was this bastard. And I started to think that the fortune-telling elder might have been a real fortune teller.
More importantly, why is this fucking criminal bastard in a police station? Did he come to turn himself in? This guy wasn’t that conscientious.
I furrowed my brow alone in doubt.