[{"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-605":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},713474,952,"Chapter 605: This Is Our City (Part 10)","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-605",605,"\u003Cp>Don didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes remained fixed on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Charles, can they handle those things?,\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles exhaled slowly beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No,\" he replied. \"No... they can’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Olynk’s jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projection continued to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And outside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The perimeter was starting to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Olynk stared at the projection, eyes narrowing as the grotesque figures advanced without resistance. His jaw shifted slightly before he muttered, almost to himself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...what the hell are those things.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don didn’t take his eyes off the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Think of them like a mutant infected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was still flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles exhaled through his nose, his expression tightening as he watched the same feed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Power, speed... inhuman reflexes,\" he said, gaze fixed. \"And no function for pain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His frown deepened. His head turned slightly toward Mr. Olynk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think it’s best you have everyone retreat inside so we can make a proper—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three of them saw it at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the projection—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every round that had been suspended in the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then with intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rotated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until every barrel of metal pointed back toward the perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The personnel outside saw it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the feed, several of them staggered back a step, rifles lowering instinctively as confusion hit first—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them lifted his arm, shouting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GET DOW—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rounds fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of metal tore back toward the perimeter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHRRRRAAAAM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force behind them had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weren’t fired bullets anymore—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were launched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first impacts hit the SUVs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal folded inward instantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRAAASH—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doors buckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Windows shattered outward in violent bursts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>GLASS spraying in all directions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KRRRSH—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rounds punched straight through reinforced plating, tearing through engine blocks and out the other side without losing momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people behind them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t stand a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies jerked as the rounds tore through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One guard took a hit through the chest—his back erupted outward as the round exited, his body snapping backward into the vehicle behind him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another tried to dive—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His leg was taken clean at the thigh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wet, violent tear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit the ground screaming, hands clawing at the pavement as blood poured beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAH—! MY—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another burst followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Civilians who had been hiding among the dead were caught in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One woman tried to crawl—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A round struck her shoulder, spinning her sideways before another tore through her torso—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man tried to run—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made three steps before a round punched through his lower back and out his abdomen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He collapsed forward, sliding across blood-slick ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some tried to scatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some didn’t even realize what was happening before it hit them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise swallowed everything—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal impacts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concrete breaking apart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tower itself taking hits along its lower structure—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD—THUD—THUD—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chunks of reinforced material chipped away under repeated strikes, cracks spreading outward from each point of impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through it all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infected kept moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive stitched man stepped forward, each footfall burning into the ground—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SSSS—~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pincers clicked once—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLK—~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hovering woman followed behind, her body drifting forward at the same slow pace, her hair dragging across the ground—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SCRRRRT—~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arm lowered after the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like it had cost her nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the room—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’s jaw set slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes didn’t leave the projection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen enough destruction on the way here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was organized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles stood beside him, his expression just as grim, his gaze narrowing as he tracked the movement patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t something you held at a perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Olynk cut the feed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projection vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand shifted to his communicator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watcher team, aerial units—report,\" he said, voice tight but clear with authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crackle responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watcher team here—multiple infected signatures in the distance, sir. Not isolated. Movement patterns suggest coordinated advance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another voice cut in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aerial units reporting—large civilian groups moving within those zones. No visible signs of infection among most. They’re panicking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re relocating to rooftop helipads. If extraction is needed, we’ll be ready—but...\" he hesitated slightly. \"...risk of being shot down is high.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Olynk’s gaze hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Understood,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir,\" he addressed Charles directly, \"this building may become overrun soon. I advise you and your friend leave with one chopper. We’ll cover your exit and exfil with the second.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles didn’t answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there for a second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned away, already moving toward the weapon rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoever wants to leave can leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand reached the rack, selecting two silver pistols without hesitation. The metal caught the light briefly as he checked their weight, their balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won’t let them take my building,\" he added, voice final. \"They have a better chance trying to take my life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don moved as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the rack, grabbing a rifle first, checking the chamber in one smooth motion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CHK—~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a pistol—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a knife, sliding it into place along his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our lives you mean,\" Don said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Correcting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then gave a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yes,\" he said. \"My mistake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cocked one of the pistols—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CHK—~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then slid it into its holster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Olynk watched them both, concern clear now, his posture tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, I really think—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles was already walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed him without stopping—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then paused just enough to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know by now you won’t convince me otherwise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint trace of a smile was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What remained—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I suggest you get your weapons and gear ready,\" Charles added, voice lower now, more direct. \"And help me defend this place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Olynk straightened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand came up in a sharp salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you command, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building shook again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But closer than before.\u003C\u002Fp>",1024,"2026-06-02T10:21:27.692Z",1,"novelbin.me","dc75d1452abb25e0e7b9138a3b5acc22a63625ad812bc2d3258c594c970f7bac","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-606","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-604",647,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsupervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-cover.jpg"]