[{"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-636":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},713505,952,"Chapter 636: Persistence (Part 6)","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-636",636,"\u003Cp>After several blocks—if they could still be called that—Don’s voice cut through all the noise present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m going higher to get a better view!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t wait for a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planted one foot hard, redirected his momentum, and launched forward—then angled sharply toward a nearby building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand hit the shattered edge of a window frame, fingers digging in as his other hand followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glass crunched under his grip, pressing shallow lines across his skin, but he didn’t slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He climbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each movement was direct—handhold, pull, step, repeat—scaling the outer wall in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loose fragments broke away under his weight, clattering down behind him, but he kept going until he reached the upper levels and hauled himself over the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rooftop opened wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had once been clean, structured—polished tiles, a rectangular pool set into the center, a small bar area off to one side with overturned stools and shattered bottles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was a mess. The water in the pool had turned dark, surface broken by dead bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spread out in uneven trails, slipping over the edge in thin lines that dripped down the building’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies lay across the space. Some still. Some not entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped past them without looking down, boots leaving faint prints across the stained surface as he moved to the edge. His head lifted, scanning fast—left, right, forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Searching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There!\" he shouted, voice carrying over the noise below. \"North-east! I don’t see any hordes that way!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, Olynk’s voice came back through the comms, immediate. \"Keep going ahead to scout!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don glanced down once, then back out over the city. \"Distance!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two hundred to four hundred meters!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t bother with the stairs. He sprinted straight for the edge and jumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drop lasted a fraction of a second before he hit the next rooftop, knees bending on impact before he pushed forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed it in seconds, leaping gaps between buildings without hesitation. Some roofs sat lower, forcing him to drop and roll before rising again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others climbed higher, requiring a quick pull-up or a shift in direction to keep momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city stretched out around him in pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sections burned. Others sat eerily still, windows blown out, interiors exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Streets below were scattered with bodies—some intact, others barely recognizable. In certain pockets, the air carried a foul edge that even distance couldn’t mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flies gathered in thick clusters, lifting in bursts when something disturbed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere far off, someone screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don kept moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, the jets circled again, tighter this time. He caught glimpses of them between buildings—fast enough that tracking them hurt more than it helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Missiles dropped in streaks, cutting through the air before slamming into targets below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One struck a towering sprout that had wrapped itself around a high-rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion tore through it, shredding thick vine-like structures that snapped and recoiled as if alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pieces fell away, crashing into the street below and crushing whatever remained beneath them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another missile followed shortly after, striking a separate structure that had begun to spread across multiple buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire rolled outward on impact, consuming sections of it before it could retract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don didn’t slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cleared another gap, landed on a narrower rooftop, then pushed off again toward the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing stayed controlled, though mild strain began to creep into his limbs. He ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focus forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, he reached a point where the noise dipped—just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not gone, but reduced enough to notice. He slowed, then stopped near the edge of another building and looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The street below was... strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few military vehicles lined it—parked at uneven angles, some partially mounted onto curbs, others left in the middle of the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every window was shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glass littered the ground around them in thick layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were no major impacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No crushed frames. No overturned hulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... abandoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies lay scattered between them. Not whole. Not even close. Limbs torn away, torsos opened, uniforms soaked through and darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were pressed up against the vehicles as if they’d tried to use them for cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others lay out in the open, twisted into positions that didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted across the area, scanning corners, rooftops, alleyways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body stayed still, but every sense reached outward, searching for movement, for sound—anything out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, nothing he could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t mean it was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don kept scanning the area for several more seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing moved between the vehicles. No dragging footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No distant growls. No shifting silhouettes in windows above them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the low crackle of distant fires and the occasional rumble from somewhere deeper in the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jets were farther now, though their presence still lingered overhead like a storm waiting to turn back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward the others and raised his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Over here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, Olynk immediately looked up toward the rooftop edge where Don stood. He gave one short nod. \"Copy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their comms still functioned, technically. Static bled through nearly every transmission now, sometimes swallowing half a sentence before spitting the rest back distorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had become easier to just yell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olynk stayed in front as they moved down the street toward Don’s position, rifle held low but ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes kept moving across alleys, windows, wrecks—never staying in one place long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Charles kept pace with more effort than he wanted to show. His wings were folded tightly behind him now, the injured one trembling every few steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every so often pain crossed his face hard enough that he grit his teeth and looked away slightly, trying not to show it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>K-4 remained behind Charles, pace slowed just enough to cover him if something rushed from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head tilted slightly every now and then, listening rather than looking, attention spread farther than the rest of them could manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It only took them a short while to reach the building Don had climbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they entered the street below, Don dropped from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground cracked lightly under the impact, small fractures spreading beneath his boots before stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had clearly controlled the landing. A harder drop would have sounded like an explosion down here, and after everything they had already seen, none of them wanted more attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don straightened immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olynk’s gaze moved first toward the bodies littering the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torn uniforms. Missing limbs. Some looked like they had tried to crawl before dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles focused more on the vehicles themselves, eyes narrowing as he examined the condition of the convoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>K-4 stayed still for half a second, listening again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don spoke while already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know what happened here, but if these cars still work we need to leave before that changes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked straight toward the least damaged vehicle in the line, boots crunching over broken glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military truck sat crooked near the curb, windshield and windows shattered completely but body mostly intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the driver-side door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside sat a dead soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body slumped sideways against the seatbelt, head tilted at an awkward angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the others outside, he wasn’t torn apart. No missing flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No brutal damage. But blood leaked from every opening on his face—eyes, nose, mouth, ears—dried dark against pale skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don stared only long enough to confirm the man wasn’t moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he reached in and turned the ignition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For half a second nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>VRRRRMMM!~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The engine roared to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s attention snapped toward it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don grabbed the dead soldier by the vest and dragged him out without ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse hit the pavement heavily, one arm folding underneath itself as blood smeared across the concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost immediately, Olynk frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey!\" His voice came rough and tired. \"Show them some respect... they’re not infected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don looked at him briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You say that like people wanted to get infected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t much emotion in the reply. Just exhaustion. Irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the driver’s seat after saying it, one hand already adjusting mirrors out of habit even though half of them were cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, he understood why Olynk reacted that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just didn’t care enough right now to pretend otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation kept changing every few minutes. New threats. New variables. New things no one had answers for. Every second spent standing still felt worse than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles glanced between the two men before speaking quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved first, opening the rear door carefully so his damaged wing wouldn’t strike the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slid inside with a restrained grimace, shoulders lowering slightly once seated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olynk hesitated another moment near the dead soldier on the ground before finally climbing in beside Charles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>K-4 entered last, rifle still in hand. He took the front passenger seat and shut the door hard behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment everyone was inside, Don pressed the accelerator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vehicle lurched forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>TIRES SCRREEECH!~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broken glass crunched beneath the wheels as they moved through the ruined street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suspension groaned every time they rolled over debris or pieces of collapsed concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind pushed through the shattered windows constantly now, carrying smoke, dust, and the foul smell hanging over large parts of the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they drove, all of them kept watching outside through the broken windows. Olynk scanned rooftops and intersections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles stared at the bodies lining the sidewalks with a troubled expression he couldn’t fully hide. K-4 watched reflections in storefront glass almost as much as the streets themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them understood what had happened here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infected?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horde?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something else?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncertainty sat heavy in the vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies appeared everywhere they looked. Some looked mauled apart violently, ribs exposed or torsos split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others appeared untouched except for blood pouring from their faces like the soldier Don had dragged out earlier. A few still held weapons in dead hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deeper they drove, the stranger it felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No active fighting nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No visible infected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just aftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don kept one hand tight on the wheel while his eyes moved constantly between the road and the surrounding buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burned-out stores passed by one after another. Some still had alarms faintly blaring from inside. Others stood open and dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then something ahead caught his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, his foot eased off the accelerator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cried openly, both hands pressed over her eyes while blood covered the front of her clothes and dripped down her arms in uneven streaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shoulders shook with each sob and she raised her hands to cover her eyes. One shoe was missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire vehicle changed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olynk straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>K-4’s grip tightened around his rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>",1796,"2026-06-02T10:21:27.692Z",1,"novelbin.me","39e77347f74b12440f871597b0a9010cff0f20a8a2193d8f00fdad49795d446d","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-637","supervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-chapter-635",647,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsupervillain-idol-system-my-sidekick-is-a-yander-cover.jpg"]