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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 50: Meeting Family and Friends (Part 10)

Shortly after Jasmine left, Aunt Amanda returned and asked Don how he was feeling. Don showed her his injured hand and flexed it slightly, saying, "I feel better already."

Amanda smiled and came closer to take a look at it. She held his hand and said, "It looks many times better than what the police did for you."

Don nodded. "Jasmine said we could go when you came back."

Amanda showed a bit of surprise but just sighed. "Jasmine may have a busy shift. I'll likely call her after she's off so we can catch up."

Don nodded at the information and got off the chair he was seated on, holding the paper Jasmine had given him. Amanda noticed the paper and asked, "What's that?"

"Instructions," Don answered briefly.

Amanda just nodded, and they began walking out. As they did so, she asked, "Do you want anything?"

"A beer wouldn't hurt," Don said casually. He didn't care about the views on alcohol; he really needed a drink in that moment.