Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 483: A Messy Visit (Part 3)

Around the time Elle carved the life from the two pilots, a lone guard paced the length of a mansion balcony.

His boots tapped against the stone rail as his flashlight cut lazy arcs across the tree line. The sky above was clear enough that the patrolling helicopter was visible—a distant silhouette circling beyond the outer perimeter.

Then it faltered.

The bird dipped, rotors whining uneven for the briefest moment before the pilot pulled it level again. It hung crooked before evening out, wobbling against the stars.

The guard frowned when he saw this. He lifted his comm, and pressed a finger to his earpiece.

"Echo-Two-One," he said into the channel, tone casual. "Be advised, I just saw the helicopter wobble on its loop. Could’ve been nothing, but logging it."

Static hummed a second, then a voice came back, calm and unconcerned.

"Copy that, Echo-Two-One. It’s probably just the pilots screwing up. No report from them on our end. Let me confirm with the crew, stand by."

"Roger," the guard replied, dropping his hand. He lingered a moment longer, eyes fixed on the circling shadow above, before resuming his route across the balcony.

The call clicked out.

—

Beneath the canopies, Gary still stood in front of the command setup. The rear of the Escalade glowed with projected holo-screens, faint light washing over his gear and the pale curve of his cheek.

Behind him, minions moved with renewed purpose. Cases were pulled shut and stowed into the vehicles, weapons slung across backs, magazines clicked into place with dull chk-chk~.

Gary’s eyes flicked across the holo. Blueprints of the mansion spread across the projection in crisp detail: ground floor, upper balconies, service corridors. One even showing a detailed map of wiring for network and electric cables.

He raised his comm, voice still calm as ever.

"Well," he said, "this could be problematic. If they feel alerted, we may lose the element of surprise."

His gaze stayed on the blueprints, one finger sliding across the projection to zoom on the upper balconies.

———

Meanwhile...

Two floors beneath the mansion, was a server room.

The space stretched wide, rows of tall black racks filling it from end to end. Fans whirred, the air sharp with cold coolant, lights blinking in coded rhythm. The walls were reinforced steel, their surfaces broken only by sealed conduits and fiber-optic ports that webbed through the ceiling like arteries.

Eight workers filled the room.

All wore tactical blacks, pistols strapped high against their thighs, though none had hands near the weapons. Their focus was elsewhere.

Two stood at a cluster of monitors, eyes scanning detailed schematics. The screens mapped electrical pathways, branching blue and green webs that linked every corner of the estate. One section displayed the mansion’s safe: a bright node surrounded by layered strands, marked as shielded redundancies.

Two others sat at a table stacked high with binders and printouts, hands flying across pages. Their eyes weren’t human—binary code streamed in pale flickers across their irises, processing columns of information faster than paper should have allowed. Each sheet flipped in a blur, dropped into sorted piles with machine level accuracy and speed.

The remaining four worked the hardware. One knelt, swapping server drives into racks with clean, methodical clicks.

Another dragged a length of cabling across the floor, hands fitting it into couplings. A pair traced circuits along the far wall, re-seating ports and tightening connections.

The room was alive with muttered conversation, clipped phrases that belonged to techs more than soldiers.

"Server sync between B-14 and B-15 is lagging six milliseconds, I’m patching..."

"Fiber bundle four’s losing light return. Could be dust in the coupler."

"Cooling node’s stable—twenty-one Celsius across all racks."

Then one of the men at the monitors leaned closer. His fingers hovered above the keyboard as his brows narrowed.

"...I’m seeing an alert," he said, tone calm but firmer now. "Sector C-12 just flagged red."

One of the binary-eyed readers glanced up, streams of light still flickering in his gaze. "That’s the main power supply for the underground network."

That drew heads. Hands slowed. Even the man threading cables paused mid-motion.

The second binary-eyed worker leaned back, still typing. "Error code shows movement picked up down there."

The one crouched by the drives scoffed. "Impossible. That whole run’s been flagged with false alarms for years. Every time a sensor twitches at an insect, it throws a warning." He straightened, voice carrying across the room. "That cable trench is kept at minus sixty Celsius. No normal person could survive in there for a minute."

He snapped a drive into place before continuing.

"And the whole system’s shielded in coroxium plating. Dense as lead, no cracks for anything to slip through. Add to that? Perpetual darkness. One vacuum-sealed door. That’s it. Nobody’s down there."

The first binary-eyed worker lifted his chin. "Maybe. But protocol dictates—"

"You’re just saying that," another worker cut in from the cabling line, "because it’s a nightmare to run checks down there. You hate it."

The drive tech sighed, shaking his head. "Fine. I’ll go check it. Just give me a—"

Flick~

The overheads snapped out. White light gone in an instant, replaced with black.

The monitors flickered once, green lines spasming into static—then collapsed.

The servers groaned low as their fans wound down. One by one, the racks dimmed, lights winking out in sequence until the whole room fell dead.

whrrr... whnnn... click~

The air swallowed itself into silence.

Almost instantly, the server room broke into panic.

The two who’d been swapping drives dropped their binders, hands flying to the pistols at their hips.

Chairs scraped back as the pair who’d been at the monitors stood in a rush, fingers stabbing across dead keyboards as if insistence could force the machines awake.

One of the binary-eyed techs leaned forward, his gaze still flickering in shifting streams. "Battery power will come on soon for the servers," he said quickly, voice tight. "Data won’t be lost. But the lights—"

As if on cue, the racks groaned back to life.

whrrr~

One by one, faint status LEDs blinked green and blue, scattering dim halos across the room. Not enough to see clearly, but enough to make shadows stretch into long claws against the steel walls.

One of the men turned, eyes darting between the pale glows. "Fuck... alright. One of you report this to Mr. Richmond. I’ll go check what the fuck is happening."

He snapped his holster shut, spun, and moved down an aisle between racks. His boots thudded twice—

Then... a scream ripped back at them. High, raw.

"Ahhhh—!"

It cut into a gurgle.

"Help—!"

The cry collapsed into wet crunching. Flesh tearing. Blood spraying.

Splat~ splurt~

A crimson mist painted the floor where the man had gone, droplets running across the steel tiles in thin rivers.

Every face went wide.

One worker stumbled back into a rack, eyes wild. Another raised his gun with shaking hands, finger trembling on the trigger. One of the binary-eyed techs froze in place, lips working soundlessly, while his partner muttered code fragments like a prayer.

Others shouted over one another—half orders, half panic.

"The fuck was that?!"

"Where is he—where—?!"

"Back up—watch the corners!"

And then some noticed.

The shadows moved.

Not the jitter of weak lights. Not imagination. Darkness itself slid along the racks, curling, creeping.

"What the—"

Snap~

A violent crack cut through the room. Then another.

One by one, the servers began dying again.

click~

whnnn...

click~

Rows of lights winked out in sequence, until the hum bled away and the room collapsed into black.

Voices broke, rising in pitch.

"Shit, what’s going on?!"

"Where the hell is the backup?!"

"—I can’t see!"

One man, steadier than the rest, yelled out fast: "It doesn’t matter—report this. Now!"

As if realizing he was the only one thinking straight, half the room scrambled at once. Hands fumbled against belts, clawing at secured devices. Plastic cracked beneath their frantic grips.

Whoosh~

But before they could succeed, something fast swept through the dark. Tendril-like, thick as cable.

It lashed across their waists—crunch!—the comm devices crushed flat in an instant. Sparks spat as belts snapped loose, leaving them staggering back with gasps of pain and shock.

Their heads jerked up—

And froze.

A few meters ahead, down the narrow aisle between two server rows, a pair of eyes glowed.

Bright. Unnatural. Burned into the dark like fire left in the void.

The glow made the black thicker around it. Made the shape it belonged to impossible to see—except for the certainty that it was there.