[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander":3,"chapter-supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-338":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},713107,952,"Chapter 338: Crisis In Santos City (Part 10)","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-338",338,"\u003Cp>Medusa felt hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Predator's words had drained what little color remained in her face, leaving her even more pale, looking lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betray Barclay. Save the others. Die anyway. It was a cruel mockery of her earlier plea for sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the worst part? It was logical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she meant what she said—if she truly wanted to protect her people—then this was the only solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why did it feel so wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of his words settled in her chest, heavy, suffocating. She parted her lips, ready to speak, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mistress, don't do it!\" Pantheress' voice reached out through the darkness. A desperate plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medusa barely had time to react before—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mistress! Egor will save you!\" The voice came from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous roar, heavy footfalls slamming against the theatre steps, each one a declaration of unshakable, foolish loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Egor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medusa's chest seized as she whirled around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! Egor, STOP!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cyclops of a man was already charging down, fists clenched, ready to fight a battle he couldn't begin to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two tendrils lashed out from the darkness. They coiled around his legs mid-stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**THUD!**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed forward, his massive form hitting the steps with a bone-rattling impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medusa could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thermal vision painted the scene in reds and yellows—the tendrils were nothing, pure void, but they moved like they had a will of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pantheress could see it too, her feline eyes locking onto Egor's struggling form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them were prepared for what happened next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath Egor shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**SHLK!**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadowy spikes erupted from below. Massive, jagged, and unforgiving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tore through flesh, bone, organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One ripped through his stomach, skewering him upward like meat on a spit. His intestines twisted around the spike, shredded beyond recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pierced through his ribs, shattering them outward, exposing what lay beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right arm was severed instantly, a spike cutting clean through the shoulder, sending the dismembered limb tumbling down the steps with a wet slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the worst was the one through his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It silenced him before he could even scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His one eye bulged, blood filling it instantly as his body convulsed in sheer, indescribable agony. A gurgle escaped his lips, wet and unnatural, blood spilling in a thick stream down his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pantheress screamed. \"NOOO!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medusa collapsed. Her knees buckled under her, legs refusing to support her any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had seen violence. She had killed before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something else. This was loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret crashed into her like a freight train, suffocating and cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barclay's deal. The mission. The moment she accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had led here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spikes lingered for only a second. Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**SHHHK—**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They retracted, vanishing back into the bloodstained floor as if they had never been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Egor's ruined body fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**THUMP**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact sent a spray of blood outward, splattering across the steps—across Medusa's face, her chest, staining the fabric of her attire deep red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She barely reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her vision blurred—not from tears, but from the anger clawing inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pantheress, however, did not restrain herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"YOU BASTARD!!\" Her voice was raw, animalistic, all traces of playfulness gone. Her fur bristled, her eyes burned with pure, unfiltered hatred, her fangs bared completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body trembled—not from fear, but from the sheer rage ripping through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Predator didn't acknowledge her. Didn't acknowledge Egor. Didn't acknowledge the carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice came unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make your choice quickly. I have better things to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medusa's jaw clenched so hard it hurt. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tear him apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing but more death waiting if she made the wrong move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her tongue—literally, hard enough to taste blood—just to keep herself from yelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pantheress didn't hold back. \"I'LL KILL YOU!! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body struggled against the tendrils, teeth bared like a wild animal. She had never looked more primal—more feral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medusa felt everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage. Pain. Hate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn't afford any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced her lips to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forced the words out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Fine.\" Her voice was dead. \"…I agree to your terms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Predator tilted his head slightly. Then, as if nothing had happened, his voice came calm, detached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll be hearing from me very soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>———\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Predator moved through a darkened alleyway, his steps soundless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only noise came from the distant crackle of bin fires and the occasional drip of leaking pipes. The alley stretched long, empty, like a corridor to nowhere, littered with old crates, broken glass, and the remnants of lives that had long since fallen apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his grasp, Pantheress hung limp, unconscious, her body slung under one arm like nothing more than a discarded bag of meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was breathing—shallow, slow—but otherwise still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weak lights flickering in the alley seemed to react to his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows on the walls shifted unnaturally as he passed, stretching, curling, following.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the alley's end, the passage opened into a wider, equally desolate street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The few figures lingering outside—a pair of men smoking near a rusted dumpster, a woman digging through trash—glanced his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't see much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the faint outline of something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silhouette that the weak lamp from blocks away barely illuminated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a vehicle appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black EV sedan turned the corner, its electric hum barely noticeable as it rolled down the street before coming to a stop directly in front of Predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rear door unlatched on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Predator didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted Pantheress slightly, then tossed her inside with as much care as someone might give a sack of groceries. Her limp body hit the seat with a dull thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door then clicked shut and the car pulled off immediately, disappearing into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few eyes remained on Predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't fully see him. But they knew—whatever they were looking at didn't belong here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the men shifted uncomfortably, flicking his cigarette away. The ember landed in a small puddle with a soft hiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Predator stepped backward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and vanished into the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>———\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A different place. A different mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don stepped out of the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer in the alleyways, no longer deep in the ruins of New Coral City's underbelly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he stood just outside the stadium parking lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shift was almost surreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright lights. The sound of murmuring voices, distant sirens and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crowd had gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of them were bystanders—civilians desperate for news, for answers, for a glimpse of someone they knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had family inside. Some were just curious, eager to see the aftermath of something they didn't understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The security presence had doubled. Armed personnel held the crowd back beyond the perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don scanned the area. His eyes settled on the G-Wagon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes passed. Then, three familiar figures emerged and headed toward the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donald. Hector. Tori.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked wrecked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donald's usually neat hair was a mess, his glasses smudged, his clothes covered in dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hector's shirt was ripped at the sleeve, his face marked with exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tori's expression was unreadable, but the way she carried herself—slow, fatigued—told Don all he needed to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been through hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don pushed off the wall he had been leaning against and stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he did, Hector let out an irritated sigh, lifting his phone up and down, shaking it like that would somehow fix the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it, the network was there for like a minute or so, but now it's just gone again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donald, still cleaning his glasses with his sleeve, answered somberly. \"Could be they only made minor repairs. Now the system's overloaded with users.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before anyone could add to the conversation, Tori's eyes locked onto Don.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand shot up to her mouth. \"Oh my gosh—Don, are you okay!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes ran over him—the blood stains, the cuts, the bruises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair, he was already healing. His body worked fast. But exhaustion? That stuck around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her question brought Hector's attention over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step closer, eyes narrowing as he got a better look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, bro—that was crazy. We saw the damage on the way down. Was that all you and Silverwing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before Don could answer, Hector added—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The bodies—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hector!\" Tori cut him off, her tone sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don withheld a sigh. He hadn't even thought about how they'd see him after all this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, the deaths back there were inevitable. A necessity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Tori?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did they see?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no avoiding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he answered plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was. Unfortunately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried no pride. No guilt. Just exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hector, oblivious to the weight of that answer, started—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unfortunate? That was awe—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**THUD**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tori's fist connected with his shoulder. Hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hector winced, rubbing the spot with a scowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donald, however, had been silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment Hector mentioned the bodies, he had gone distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind had wandered back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the church. To the corpse pile he almost became a part of. To the moment he nearly wasn't here at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he called to him directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Donald.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donald blinked, snapping back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should probably get going. Are you good to drive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donald stared for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he nodded, quickly, almost too quickly, fumbling with the keys in his pocket before clicking the car open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got in fast, closing the door behind. Inside, he gripped the steering wheel. Took a slow breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm good… yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1613,"2026-06-02T10:21:09.395Z",1,"novelbin.me","a249a6b36292bf1fe3c75e6859d20f8c319b955d3c8c0cd4ea8a3a967bdeb6f7","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-339","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-337",647,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsupervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-cover.jpg"]