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Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

After being wrongfully accused and killed, a young man reincarnates into a superhuman society as a third rate villain named Don, whose biggest asset is his side-kick with mental issues. With few options available to him, Don accepts the mantle of his predecessor and must now not only survive in a new and dangerous world, but also conquer it.... **Congratulations, you have died and awakened the Supervillain Idol System.** **The path to fame, fortune and world domination is yours is take!!** **Disclaimer**: This work of fiction is set in an alternate reality and is purely a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental. The author has taken creative liberties with historical, cultural, and geographical elements to craft a unique and fictional world. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

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Chapter 136: Law & Heroics (Part 4)

The next morning, Don woke up at his usual 4:30 AM and went through his morning routine with the same discipline that was becoming second nature. 

By 6:30, he was back from his morning run, feeling invigorated despite the early hour. The kitchen was warm and inviting as he joined Samantha for breakfast. She was having eggs and toast, while he stuck to his usual oatmeal with mixed berries and a protein shake. 

As they ate, Samantha looked at her plate, poking at her toast absentmindedly. "Maybe I should go on a diet," she muttered, a touch of self-consciousness in her voice. "I've really gained weight."

Don, chewing thoughtfully, raised an eyebrow. "It's the good kind of weight," he said casually, knowing just what to say to make her feel better.

Samantha laughed, shaking her head. "You're only saying that to make me feel better."

Feigning offense, Don put down his spoon. "You don't trust your own son? That hurts."