Psychic Overlord-Chapter 112: Casual Days 3

The trio wandered out of the café with content bellies and the vague warmth of unspoken camaraderie lingering between them.

Sophia clutched a small paper bag with a souvenir cookie shaped like a koi fish, Rina had her arms stretched up in a yawn that ended with a fist bump to Kaizer’s bicep, and Kaizer just... walked, his soul vaguely floating outside his body from the mental toll of being the personal ATM of two beautiful women with very different shopping philosophies.

"So what now?" Kaizer asked, watching Rina walk slightly ahead with a mischievous grin already forming on her face.

"The arcade!" Rina said, spinning on her heel.

She added while grinning at Sophia menacingly. "It’s the only place where I can legally humiliate Sophia without sparring."

"That’s not true," Sophia replied calmly, sipping the last of her tea.

She continued with a casual confidence. "There are also board games, riddles, and social dancing."

Kaizer raised an eyebrow. "You do social dancing?"

"I was trained in it as part of diplomatic etiquette." She paused.

She then added with a hint of shyness. "Also... I may be top three in the Academy’s waltz tournament bracket."

Rina snorted. "Of course you are. You probably bow when you sneeze too."

The arcade was nestled on the second floor, half of it a sleek, modern expanse filled with VR pods, haptic feedback suits, and competitive rhythm battle zones; the other half was retro-styled, with neon lights, woodgrain cabinets, and that distinct scent of popcorn and melted plastic nostalgia.

As they walked in, Kaizer muttered under his breath, "It smells like my childhood... and poor decision-making."

Rina was already tugging Sophia toward the modern section. "First, we dance-fight. Then, we retro it up."

"Dance-fight?" Sophia blinked, clearly unfamiliar.

"Rhythm Kombat," Rina said with an evil grin, dragging her to a glossy black dance floor machine with holographic pads that lit up in shifting patterns.

Kaizer sighed and handed his card to the staff member at the kiosk, the poor guy already wide-eyed as he realized he’d be watching two god-tier beauties and their overpowered sugar sponsor tear up the high score board.

Rina started first.

To no one’s surprise, she was terrifying. Her movements were flawless, her feet moved like she was born on a DDR mat, and the entire machine looked like it was being exorcised.

The crowd that had gathered — because of course a crowd formed — started recording.

Then Sophia stepped up.

It was unmistakably elegant.

Less flashy than Rina’s chaos, but hauntingly synchronized, as if the very beat of the music bent to her calm precision. If Rina danced like an overbearing tornado, Sophia moved like a gentle sea tide.

"Uh dude, are your ’friends’ famous or something?" One of the teens watching whispered to Kaizer.

"They’re... unavoidable," Kaizer muttered, arms crossed.

The moment the round ended, Rina almost flung her jacket off in mock anger. "Tie?! Who the hell programmed this machine?!"

Sophia tilted her head innocently. "We could try karaoke next."

"You would say that after using Jazz flow timing cheats!" Rina growled.

Sophia blinked. "I don’t even know what that means."

Rina huffed and stormed off. "We’re going retro! You’re not gonna beat me in air hockey!"

Minutes later, the three were in the vintage half of the arcade, a glowing chamber of pixels and CRT screens. Kaizer stood between the two at the air hockey table, watching the puck zip around like it had a death wish.

Sophia’s calm face contrasted sharply with Rina’s intense one.

"Say goodbye to your pride, Void Lady," Rina growled.

Sophia simply tapped the puck. It ricocheted once... then slowly slid to a stop.

"...Why didn’t it move?" Rina asked.

"I used minimal force to reduce rebound angles," Sophia said with a straight face.

"...Are you serious right now?" Rina asked, eyes twitching.

Kaizer leaned against the pinball machine, sighing. "Let me know when either of you scores."

Eventually, after four ties, two rage breaks, and one brief discussion on the ethics of puck velocity regulation, they moved on to a claw machine.

"That’s rigged," Kaizer said flatly.

"No, you’re rigged." Rina countered as she tried to grab a pink stuffed octopus with manic focus.

Sophia stepped in wordlessly, activated the claw... and won on the first try.

"...Okay, that’s black magic," Rina whispered.

"I calculated the center of gravity of the plush and adjusted grip timing by .23 seconds," Sophia explained casually.

Kaizer looked at her. "You do realize this is why most people never make friends?"

Sophia held up the pink octopus. "I’ll give it to Rina."

"...You’re forgiven," Rina declared as she hugged it close.

After the arcade madness, they migrated to the fourth floor’s bowling alley, which was sleek and modern, with glowing lanes and customized holograms that played each time a pin was struck.

Kaizer went first and rolled a clean strike with ease, his passive telesthesia calculating the entire alley with precision.

Sophia clapped politely.

Rina immediately accused him of cheating via telekinesis. "Your ball moved like it had something to prove!"

"I didn’t cheat, I just don’t suck." Kaizer said calmly, showing a rare moment of arrogance.

"Lies," Rina hissed, then stepped up, flicking her wrist with wild energy.

Her ball launched with fire and fury... and missed the pins entirely, bouncing into the gutter with a tragic whoosh.

Sophia raised a hand. "Do you want a handicap rule?"

Rina turned to her slowly. "I will void-walk your shoes into a public fountain."

Sophia stepped up next. Her throw was modest, clean... and got a spare.

Kaizer chuckled. "Not bad."

"Father taught us all probability-based physics," she said serenely.

Rina leaned in. "Can he teach me how to punch gravity in the face?"

"Not directly, but there’s a cousin who developed spatial inversion..." Sophia replied.

Kaizer turned away, muttering, "I’m going to invest in earplugs."

The game went on with bickering, laughter, and half-serious competition, making the scoreboard irrelevant, but you could be sure that for each of the three, the company wasn’t.

At the end of the day, after spending their time in the mall watching movies and doing other fun things, the trio walked through the neon-lit corridor heading back to the parking lot, Rina softly speaking her mind.

"Hey... today was fun."

Sophia nodded beside her. "I’m... glad you brought me along."

Kaizer just smiled. "Good. Because next time, you’re both paying."

Rina and Sophia exchanged a glance.

Then said, in perfect harmony: "Not happening!"

Kaizer could only suppress his despair with a weak smile.

The parking lot was dimly lit under the setting sun, the late afternoon haze blending with the mall’s ambient glow.

As they approached the Bentley, Kaizer walked ahead and clicked the unlock button, the sleek doors opening with a gentle hiss.

Sophia paused for a moment, glancing up at the fading sky, then turned to the siblings with a polite but warm smile.

"I’ll head back from here," she said softly.

Kaizer glanced back. "You sure? We’re already heading toward the city. I can drop you off."

Sophia shook her head lightly. "No need. I have a marker placed near the outer plaza. I can void-walk from there."

Rina tilted her head. "You sure you don’t want a ride in the Bentley one last time? I know you’re gonna miss the leather."

"I’ll live," Sophia replied with faint amusement.

She added after a short spell of silence. "Thank you both... for today."

Kaizer gave her a small nod. "You’re welcome. Try not to phase into a cinema seat on accident."

"I only did that once! The movie was too intense!" Sophia’s cheeks tinged a soft pink.

"And they’re still recovering the seat they think broke due to malfunction," Rina added dryly.

Sophia blinked. "They gave me free tickets for a marathon as compensation too."

Kaizer waved her off with two fingers. "Rest up. We’ll be called in soon, I’m sure."

Sophia gave them one last look, her expression softening, and then turned, stepping lightly toward the shadows of the plaza.

With a faint shimmer of energy, her form bent slightly at the edges before she vanished into the void, gone as if she’d never been there.

Rina stared at the spot for a moment, then got into the front seat with a sigh.

"She’s growing on me," she muttered, almost reluctant.

Kaizer got in and closed the door. "Should I be worried?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Maybe. I might adopt her." Rina smirked.

Kaizer stared ahead and started the engine. "You’re not qualified to adopt anyone."

"I am if I’m the older sister now." Rina retorted with a smug smile.

Kaizer was speechless. "...She’s technically older than you."

Rina clicked her tongue. "Technicalities are for losers."

The Bentley purred smoothly down the road as Alpha City’s lights began to flicker on, the world shifting into evening mode.

The drive home was quieter now, both of them content, Rina tapping at her phone occasionally, Kaizer focused on the road and letting the peace linger.

When they arrived back at the Lunin estate, the front gate opened automatically as the car slid into the familiar driveway. The scent of grilled meat and rich spices already wafted toward them from the mansion.

Charlene was waiting at the door in an apron, hands on her hips. "You’re late. The food’s hot and if it gets cold, so help me..."

"Coming, coming," Kaizer cut her off with a tired smile, grabbing the shopping bags and nudging Rina forward.

Keith poked his head out of the kitchen with a pair of barbecue tongs in hand. "We saved you two plates. But if you’re not quick, your aunt might ’accidentally’ eat Kaizer’s shrimp."

"Don’t test me," Katherine’s voice called from deeper in the house.

"Touch my shrimp and I will summon the spirits of the old world," Kaizer said without missing a beat as he stepped into the foyer.

Dinner was warm and loud and full of minor chaos. Rina flung green beans at Kaizer with a spoon while Katherine stole two pork ribs and blamed it on the family cat, who didn’t even live indoors. Charlene doted on them both excessively, and Keith simply sat there with a glass of wine, looking content.

After the meal, Rina dragged herself upstairs first, letting out a satisfied yawn. "I’m going to sleep like a queen. Do not disturb me unless the world’s ending."

"Noted," Kaizer replied, walking past her door toward his own.

He opened it, entered, and paused.

Home. It still felt strange that the word meant something beyond just shelter now.

He undressed, showered quickly, and tossed on a clean set of lounge clothes before collapsing into bed. The room was dark except for the faint glow of his phone screen, which he checked one last time.

No new messages. No alerts. No emergencies.

Just... silence. A consequence of his previous taciturn demeanor, as he had no real friends built up during the first 19 years of his life.

Kaizer lay back, eyes half-lidded, mind drifting.

He’d survived the mission and the various attacks, growing stronger for it.

On top of that, he had seen the elegant Sophia dance and also witnessed Rina smile like a kid again, acting as petulant as they were when they were younger.

He had a long road ahead, starting tomorrow when he entered the academy and began his hellish seclusion.

On top of that, danger was brewing in the world’s shadows as he definitely hadn’t forgotten about the Ancients who wanted to either control or kill Rina, as well as the various esper clans who wanted him squashed into meat paste.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was home.

And for now, that was enough.