Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 486: A Messy Visit (Part 6)

The chaos from outside reached the inside like a rolling thunder—gunfire layered under screams and the thrum of explosions.

Kasanda heard all of it. Every ricochet, every scream. His ears still rang from the last blast, a high tone bleeding through the sounds of breaking stone. He pushed himself up, body taut, scanning the ruined room.

Abraham stirred beneath him, groaning as he shifted upright. His once-crisp polo was torn, smeared with dirt and dust, his forearms streaked with cuts and small bruises. Kasanda looked him over quickly; nothing fatal.

Kasanda himself was untouched. His clothes were singed and grayed at the edges but not torn.

Han got to his feet a few meters away, his shirt hanging open where the blast had tugged at the buttons, a streak of blood down his forearm where he’d shielded his face. He rolled his shoulder once, testing it.

Both men turned toward the settling dust where the wall had been.

They couldn’t look away.

The guards who were still alive staggered up, forming a jagged semicircle. Their rifles came up in trembling hands. None fired yet.

The dust thinned.

First, a shape. Then another.

Two silhouettes stood framed against the faint firelight coming in from outside—one upright, slim, and still. The other hunched low on the floor.

When the haze finally broke, they saw him.

Gerald Richmond.

He was on one knee amid the debris, his once-white shirt the color of ash. Dust clung to his hair. His glasses lay beside him, one lens fractured. The look in his eyes wasn’t fear—it was fury, threaded with calculation.

His gaze stayed fixed forward.

The same direction everyone else stared.

At her.

Elle stood where the wall had collapsed, framed by the night beyond. Her figure was cloaked in black tactical gear, half her face still obscured by the half-balaclava. Her hair whipped slightly in the draft from the open wound in the mansion wall.

Her eyes glowed faintly—bluish, misted light drifting from them like vapor.

Even for those who had faced monsters before, the sight made their nerves pull tight.

Han muttered, low enough for only Kasanda to hear, "She looks dangerous."

Kasanda’s jaw tightened. "She is," he said under his breath. His instincts screamed at him to move, to drag Abraham out, to disappear entirely. "We need to—"

He stopped.

His ears twitched again—another sound cut through the lingering smoke. Gunfire, close.

"Down!" he yelled.

The guards didn’t wait for orders this time. The ones still steady squeezed their triggers.

BRRRRTT~

The living area filled with thunder as muzzle flashes strobed across the wreckage. Bullets tore through the air toward Elle.

Gerald dropped flat, arms over his head.

The air hissed as rounds zipped past him—whick-whick-whick~—the shockwave brushing against his face, tiny fragments of marble biting into his skin.

’Idiots,’ he thought, teeth clenched. ’Firing with me still here...’

The volley lasted seconds. Then it stopped.

The echo remained.

Gerald exhaled and lifted his head, brushing a layer of dust from his sleeve as he prepared to stand—ready to scold whoever survived this idiocy—

And froze.

The air around him shimmered.

Hundreds of bullets hung there—suspended mid-flight above him, a swarm of alloy caught in invisible current. Each round rotated slowly, caught between gravity and something else.

They weren’t standard ammunition. Matte casings, faint tracer lines—anti-superhuman rounds, the expensive kind.

Kasanda’s breath hitched. Han’s eyes widened, the faint light from the rounds reflecting across his face.

Both men spoke at once, almost whispering.

"An arcane..."

The guards reached the same realization slower. Some just stared. One let his rifle slip from numb hands and bolted for the nearest hall. Others froze, fear eating through discipline.

Elle didn’t move.

Her gaze remained locked on Gerald.

When she finally spoke, her voice was even, almost quiet.

"You have something Predator wants."

The words lingered.

Then, softly—almost like an afterthought—she added,

"As for the rest..."

She lifted her hand.

The suspended bullets turned. One by one, they rotated midair until every one pointed backward—toward the men who had fired them.

The movement was silent, mechanical, almost graceful.

Eyes widened across the room. Fingers twitched on triggers, as if that could help.

The moment the bullets turned, the air itself seemed to warp.

Every man in the room felt it—an unnatural pressure crawling across their skin, prickling their nerves, tightening their chests. Fear. Disbelief. A kind of instinct that made even trained killers want to run.

And many did.

Another guard stumbled backward, eyes wide, muttering prayers under his breath before spinning to flee toward the side corridor. Another tried to follow, but froze mid-step as the hovering rounds began to hum softly.

Others chose differently.

A big one gritted his teeth and flexed. His veins bulged, his arms swelling grotesquely as muscle packed on over muscle until his sleeves tore apart. The sound of it was wet and wrong.

Across the room, another opened his mouth and screamed.

It wasn’t a voice—it was vibration.

SKRREEEEEEEE—!!!~

The sound split the air, shaking the walls, sending cracks running up the marble pillars and across the ceiling. Glass shattered somewhere above, raining fragments.

Gerald and Abraham both flinched, hands clamping over their ears.

Elle didn’t move.

Her hair lifted slightly in the sonic wind, the blue haze in her eyes glowing brighter.

She waved her hand once more. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

A small motion. Almost casual.

Kasanda’s eyes widened instantly. His instincts flared—the same primal alarm that had saved his life more times than reason could count.

He turned without hesitation, grabbed Abraham by the collar, and heaved him over his shoulder like dead weight.

"Han!" he called out, but his partner was already moving.

Kasanda launched himself from his spot, legs driving into the cracked floor. The impact cratered the marble beneath him—BOOM!—as he shot forward and punched through the nearest wall, shattering it outward into the next hall.

Dust and chunks of concrete flew in his wake.

Han sprinted after him, head low, weaving through the madness.

They didn’t look back.

Elle finished the motion of her hand.

And the bullets obeyed.

The hovering rounds spun once, then shot forward—

BOOM—CRACK—SNAP~!

The room lit up with streaks of death.

Each bullet moved faster than sight could follow, cutting through air and bone alike. The guards didn’t even have time to scream. One moment they were standing, the next—limbs separated from torsos, flesh torn open like wet paper.

Blood sprayed across the walls in fine mist.

The muscle-bound guard’s arms exploded outward as rounds punched through them, shattering bone to powder before ripping through his chest. His body folded in on itself, dropping in a heap that barely resembled human shape.

The screamer’s voice died mid-note, his jaw snapping sideways as a bullet took off half his skull. The sound cut short with a wet choke.

Others dropped like severed puppets—dozens of impacts sounding almost at once.

THUDTHUDTHUD~

Blood splattered across marble. Shards of armor and bone rattled across the floor. One man hit the pillar beside Gerald and slid down it, leaving a red streak in his wake.

In seconds, the room was quiet again.

Only Gerald remained upright.

He stayed crouched, breathing through his teeth, a low hum still ringing in his ears from the sonic blast. The air smelled of burnt powder and iron.

He lifted his gaze through the haze—

Elle still stood there.

Unmoved. Expression unreadable.

Behind her, the distant flashes from the firefight outside flickered through the hole in the wall, painting her figure in alternating bursts of blue and orange light.

For a moment, she looked almost spectral.

Then her gaze lowered—locking on Gerald again. Before asking...

"...are you going to resist?"