[{"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-625":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},713494,952,"Chapter 625: Fear The Horde (Part 10)","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-625",625,"\u003Cp>The horde moved fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their forms—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some still looked close to human at a glance, but the moment stretched long enough, the details broke that illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arms bent where they shouldn’t, elbows angled backward or twisted inward unnaturally as they pumped with erratic force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legs dragged behind some of them at partial angles, joints misaligned yet still functioning enough to drive motion forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others were worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faces torn open where skin had split, one eye hanging loose against the cheek, bouncing with each step—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mouths stretched too wide, jaws misaligned but still snapping open and shut in uneven patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some stripped down to bone, fingers exposed where flesh had been worn away or ripped off entirely, yet still clawing at anything in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not uniformly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some moved low, almost crawling while still maintaining speed, shoulders driving their bodies forward in jerking motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others lurched side to side, their gait uneven due to broken hips or damaged legs, yet still covering ground with disturbing efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies held together better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muscle intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Movement sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like the usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something closer to direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t hesitate at obstacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They adjusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moved around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Used them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horde spread the moment it breached the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like liquid released into open space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fanned outward in all directions, filling the ruined level with alarming speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some slammed into walls and rebounded, correcting their path instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others vaulted over debris without breaking stride, hands slamming down against broken surfaces to propel themselves forward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal bars that jutted from the collapsed stairwell caught several of them mid-charge, tearing into their torsos or limbs—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SKRCH—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but even impaled, they kept moving, forcing themselves free with raw momentum, leaving pieces of themselves behind as they pushed deeper into the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within seconds—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space was full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies moved over bodies, stepping on each other without pause, using whatever surface they could to keep advancing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those that fell didn’t stay down—others ran over them, trampling, crushing, or dragging them along until they forced themselves back up into motion again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken sections of the ceiling—the parts that had collapsed unevenly, leaving gaps toward the next floor—became targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t assess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They climbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not clean or controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But piled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some leapt, catching broken edges with ruined hands, fingers scraping against metal and concrete as they pulled themselves up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others climbed over those already climbing, stepping on shoulders, heads, backs—forcing their way higher regardless of whether the bodies beneath could support it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few lost grip—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SLAM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but were immediately replaced by others taking their place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stronger ones moved faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More direct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They scaled the broken structure with disturbing speed, using any stable point to launch themselves upward toward the next level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements carried intent—not random scrambling, but a constant push toward higher ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest kept flooding in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruined floor held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under the weight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the movement—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the sheer volume pressing into it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The structure groaned again and again\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just kept coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At SHU—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lounge of the main academic building held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because it was safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no one dared to break what had already been set by Mr. Xiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students and staff remained scattered across the space, seated or standing in small clusters, their voices reduced to low murmurs when they spoke at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversations didn’t carry anymore—each word kept close, guarded, as if raising one’s voice might trigger something worse than what already loomed outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every so often—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outside reminded them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A distant blast rolled through the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass walls trembled faintly, a soft vibration running along their surface before settling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some heads turned at the sound, shoulders tightening, fingers gripping tighter around phones, bags, anything they held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one made a scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Xiao had made sure of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the entrance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood just outside the glass doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand rested in his pocket, posture straight, while the other held his phone firmly to his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression had settled into something firm, controlled, but the faint tightening around his eyes gave away the pressure building underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes... well I understand, General,\" he said, voice low, measured, each word carefully chosen. \"But by the time your people arrive, whatever that mass of infected may be—it cannot be allowed to overwhelm SHU.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another distant sound—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cut short—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A—gh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao didn’t react outwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t about property damage, General,\" he continued, tone lowering further. \"Tell whatever committee is in charge of this operation that if they don’t allow me—as the only S-Class citizen asset in immediate proximity—to engage...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted slightly, scanning the grounds beyond the building, where distant movement flickered between structures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...they may lose multiple talents to this. And face far more severe consequences afterward.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line remained open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For several seconds—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frostbite leaned against the glass wall a few steps away from the doors, arms loosely crossed, her shoulder pressed lightly against the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes stayed on Xiao, watching him closely, her head tilted just slightly as she focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could hear things most couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was never the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosions outside still reached her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distant metal collapse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint running footsteps somewhere beyond—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his voice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s not normal...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pushed herself slightly off the glass, leaning forward just enough to adjust her angle. Her gaze sharpened, focusing past the reflection, past the obvious—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distortions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around Xiao wasn’t still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin, wave-like patterns hovered around him, bending outward in subtle ripples that spread and faded almost instantly, only to reform again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They surrounded him in a loose field, expanding and contracting with each word he spoke, each breath he took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not visible to normal sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Sound isolation...? No... more than that.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The realization settled slowly.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He’s blocking everything...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call resumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Older.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Female.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are aware of the threats, Mr. Xiao.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tone carried authority without needing to raise volume. Each word came through clearly, controlled, leaving no room for misinterpretation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And we have already made a decision as the committee.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao’s brow furrowed slightly, his posture stiffening just enough to show the shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have settled on a different S-Class to provide tactical support only.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frostbite’s eyes narrowed further, her gaze flicking between Xiao and the faint distortions around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao’s expression tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m the only S-Class close enough to act and—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows pulled together more deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...you don’t mean.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the phone shifted slightly, fingers tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can’t possibly—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another explosion sounded in the distance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground gave a faint tremor beneath his feet, dust shifting along the pavement outside the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xiao didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the answer he already suspected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frostbite exhaled slowly, her arms lowering from their crossed position as her posture straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze didn’t leave him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Just what are you playing at...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waves around him continued to ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And whatever was about to be said—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already didn’t like it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1269,"2026-06-02T10:21:27.692Z",1,"novelbin.me","4e791b344ae5332b391791c58b949bafe761c2ee29a6bba91ded1890f33dd19c","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-626","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-624",647,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsupervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-cover.jpg"]