[{"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-631":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},713500,952,"Chapter 631 631: Persistence (Part 1)","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-631",631,"\u003Cp>Redstar's gaze moved slowly, taking in the field, the stands, the broken edges of what used to be structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her brow pulled in slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they sent S-Class immediately…\" she muttered, voice low, the accent thick, \"this would not happen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips pressed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scoffed softly, the sound carrying no weight beyond the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damned capitalists,\" she added under her breath, eyes narrowing faintly. \"Always calculating… always waiting. Maybe there is profit in this, da… they wait, let damage grow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head tilted just slightly as she continued to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No anger held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No pride either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just observation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief flicker of something closer to pity passed through her expression—and left just as quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body lifted higher without effort, drifting upward past the height of the stadium lights, past the surrounding buildings, climbing steadily into thinner air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind picked up slightly as she ascended, brushing against her skin, tugging faintly at her hair and the towel around her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The campus shrank beneath her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shapes became patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Movement—what little remained—became easier to isolate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clouds approached slowly, their lower edges stretching across the sky like a thin barrier waiting to be crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-ascent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body stilled without drift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head turned slightly to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far out—still distant—but closing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Formation tight, speed high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint roar reached her a second later—low at first, then building as it carried through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She studied them briefly, gaze narrowing as she tracked their approach path, their altitude, their spacing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Four minutes,\" she said quietly. \"Maybe less.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone remained even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her attention shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Away from the incoming aircrafts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this height, it all opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her senses extended without restriction now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She heard it first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not clearly—too many layers—but enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different pitches. Different distances. Some cut short. Others drawn out. Voices calling names. Others just noise, breaking apart under fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much stood out without effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her jaw tightened just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw movement across multiple districts—streets broken, vehicles abandoned, people running in uneven lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some fought back. Most didn't last long enough to matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infected moved through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not all the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze narrowed further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shifted focus from one group to another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hordes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moving in patterns that didn't align.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some tore through anything in front of them—humans, structures, even infected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others… ignored certain targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adjusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redirected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not same…\" she murmured. \"Not behaving the same.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head tilted slightly as she watched one cluster break formation to collide with another—violence immediate, no hesitation, no coordination between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They fight each other…\" she said, quieter now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze continued to move, scanning, comparing, isolating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something wasn't consistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something underneath the movement differed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression shifted—subtle, but present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far across the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ebon Crest Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its height made it stand out even from here, its edges catching what little light broke through the haze above the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her focus tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was happening there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes narrowed further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just over the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Body angled forward, weight balanced at a point where one wrong shift would send him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And below—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closer to the side of the structure—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female infected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her form hung against the surface, limbs positioned in a way that defied normal movement, fingers embedded into the wall for grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair spread outward, lifted slightly by the wind at that height, framing a face that didn't look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze was fixed on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unblinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Locked right back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redstar didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes remained fixed on that single point across the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the noise—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incoming jets—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it fell away from her focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>———\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don felt the edge leave his boots as the destruction he caused made it collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no surface under him anymore—only open air and the long drop waiting below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fraction of a second, his body stayed aligned with the roofline, momentum carrying him forward even as gravity took hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes never left the female infected. Her figure tipped over with him, her grip on the structure gone as both of them slipped past the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind rushed up immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hit hard—dragging at his attire, pulling at his limbs, forcing his descent faster with every passing second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city stretched beneath them in a blur of broken streets and scattered movement, but Don didn't look down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His focus stayed locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had one move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached inward and pushed—aiming to catch himself, to redirect his fall back toward the roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in that instant, he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subtle at first—thin strands shifting against the wind in ways that didn't match the fall. Then more followed, the mass beginning to spread outward like something alive waking up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Too close.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped the attempt immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, his focus snapped outward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His will pressed against the strands, forcing them back, driving the mass away from his position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air between them warped faintly under the pressure as invisible force clashed against the unnatural movement of her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It resisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strands jerked, slowed, forced back halfway—only to surge again, pushing against his control as if something beneath them refused to yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were fighting over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distance between them barely held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind roared louder as they dropped faster, the pressure building against his face, dragging at his eyes, forcing them to narrow just to keep focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don heard it even through the rush of air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horde inside the tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closer now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw clenched harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The infected are getting closer to the roof!\" he shouted, voice cutting through the air as best it could. \"You have to leave now!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words tore out of him, thrown upward toward the edge they had just fallen from. Whether they heard him or not didn't matter anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't getting back up there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His focus snapped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground was approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>",1088,"2026-06-02T10:21:27.692Z",1,"novelbin.me","a159d3adbfc2f4a54e8dce23c19e0bfacc9a3add2973d068b2a515e18e682687","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-632","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-630",647,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsupervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-cover.jpg"]