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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

System_Department · Fantaisie
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Chapter 260: Plans In Motion (Part 6)

The G-wagon's engine died down with a gentle purr as Don guided it into an empty spot in SHU's student parking lot. The morning sun cast long shadows across the asphalt, painting everything in hues of amber and gold. 

Donald, who had been dead to the world for most of the journey, stirred in the passenger seat as the sudden stillness roused him from his slumber.

"Huh? We're here already?" Donald mumbled through a yawn, his arms stretching upward until they nearly touched the luxury vehicle's roof. His sandy blonde hair was even more disheveled than usual, sticking up at odd angles from where he'd been leaning against the window.

Don gave a curt nod, his sharp eyes scanning the nearly empty parking lot through the tinted windows. "Yep, good news is the school looks pretty empty today, at least when compared to yesterday." His fingers drummed absently against the steering wheel, already mapping out their route to the training center in his mind.