267 Allen's rizz is corrupting Bocchi and Nokotan?!

Step by step...

Allen's footsteps approached like a death sentence. With each step, Vincent inside the car had no time to feel the pain of his head wounds or worry about his men, one of whom was stuck through the glass.

Allen watched with little expression. Killing is never a pleasant thing to do, there may be people who get used to it, but Allen never will.

Kindness is a wonderful thing, even now, Allen couldn't help but view it without contempt. But in situations like this, when his resolve wavered, Allen reminded himself that life wasn't fair.

In another world, a world where Allen didn't have the System, a world where he was a normal kid, maybe one with a relationship with Gwen or MJ, that would be it. In a world where only his powers were missing, things would be different. Right now, Allen would have been taken to a factory where he would have been killed and then thrown into a smelting furnace, or maybe tied up and thrown in the river. Who knew?

Allen watched the blood run down the shattered windshield, but his heartfelt no remorse. He couldn't afford to feel sorry for people who tried to do terrible things to him; he wasn't that kind-hearted.

Kindness is a wonderful thing, but in excess, it's cruel to oneself.

...

Vincent tried to get out to escape, but the door was jammed. He knew he didn't have time, so he kicked at the door until it opened.

He ran down an alley, but stumbled and fell after a few steps, feeling immense pain in his ankle. Adrenaline and fear made him get up and run.

Allen calmly entered the alley and followed him.

"How long has it been since you were on the losing side, in the position of the weak, the hunted, the prey?"

Allen kicked a big dumpster, sending it flying at the terrified Vincent.

Vincent Fortunato screamed miserably and narrowly escaped certain death by jumping away. The dumpster crashed heavily to the ground.

"Are you afraid?" Allen scoffed. "That's normal, isn't it? People who do terrible things to others never stop to think what will happen if those terrible things happen to them."

Vincent stood up, his fine suit dirty, his shoes stained, his face bruised and bleeding. This man had spent the last decade living in luxury and extravagance.

"Ah!"

Vincent ran without thinking of a survival plan. He was just a pawn, from beginning to end. Neither his power, nor his money, nor his influence could save him in this situation.

His mind couldn't come up with a plan; his thoughts were blocked, limited to the simple survival instinct of putting as much distance as possible between himself and the monster.

Vincent shouted for help on the street, but everyone ignored him as if he didn't exist, and in a way, he didn't. All it took was a little magic.

"Police! Help!" Vincent cried to those he had always treated as little more than fools. The police, however, did not help him, even as he clung to the officer.

Vincent was accustomed to his words being law for his subordinates and at least being heard by his enemies.

'Ignored? I am Vincent Fortunato!'

The shock was so great that for a moment he forgot who was chasing him. Allen appeared around a corner, and knowing that the crowd wouldn't save him, Vincent decided to run and run.

Vincent was panting; although he was in shape, he was no longer young. His limit was approaching and he knew it, but what could he do but run?

This was only an action that postponed the inevitable; after turning down a few streets, Vincent found himself in a dead-end alley.

Vincent wanted to turn around and look for another escape route, but Allen was already standing there, Vincent backed away while shaking his head.

"I guess this is the end, isn't it?"

Vincent pressed himself against the wall, wanting to speak but only making sounds of helplessness.

Allen watched with disdain. "Isn't that a bit hypocritical? Cowardly? Don't you remember how much you enjoy doing the same thing?"

Memories flashed through Vincent's mind. At first, like everyone else, he remembered the deaths he had caused, but as time passed, it all became irrelevant.

One day, while doing exactly what he had done to Allen, he looked at the man he had kidnapped. Unlike Allen, he was terrified, with blood in his mouth and tattered clothes.

"Is your life worth less than this glass of wine? Hahaha."

Vincent laughed because it was true. The wine he was drinking was worth one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and one glass was worth more than five months of five of his men's wages.

...

"Why aren't you laughing?"

Allen's words snapped him out of his reverie, and Allen's gaze made it impossible for him to ignore reality.

For his part, Allen felt that killing him wasn't enough, but he also didn't want to spend any more time on someone like Fortunato. Allen didn't just want revenge; he wanted those whose lives had been made miserable or ended by this bastard to have redemption.

Allen looked at the man whose fate he could control. He really disliked that feeling; it made him uncomfortable to have control over other people's lives.

Allen briefly considered torturing the bastard but felt that he would pay a high price. He thought for a moment, looking at Fortunato, and then remembered what he had said at the beginning.

Vincent loved his position, his power, his money - everything he had...

Allen held out his hand, and as Vincent screamed, thinking he was going to die, a contract in flames appeared instead.

"Vincent Fortunato... you will sign this contract. It is not a request or an option; if you don't, you will face eternal torture in hell. Don't worry, I will make sure that every second of your life will be agonizing."

Vincent watched in horror as demonic deer antlers sprouted from Allen's head, his clothes turned red, and his eyes became an abyss. It was all part of the power of the radio demon.

"There is no redemption... only suffering..."

"I'll sign, I'll sign anything!"

Vincent had seen this appearance before and knew that Allen also had demonic powers, although he rarely used them. Terrified, he realized that the man before him could fulfill his words.

Vincent bit his finger and made it bleed. When he was about to sign the contract without reading it, Allen stopped him.

"You will give up all your money, all your property, all your power... This contract obliges you to never again enjoy any luxury, not even a decent life."

Vincent froze, looked down the alley where he was, then at Allen, and asked with an empty, fearful look, "You want me to...?"

"All you have is an empire of blood and flesh, built on countless corpses..." Allen's look was extremely cold, filled with boundless contempt. "There is nothing for you - no more expensive wine, no more elegant clothes, no more luxury, no more power, no more money, nothing! Either you give up everything or I promise to make your life a living hell!"

Vincent, with a shattered look and an empty soul, signed the contract. It was a contract with immediate effect: His Armani suit was torn into a thousand pieces left him in his underwear, his bank accounts emptied and transferred to the families he had ruined, and his properties transferred in the same way.

Vincent fell into oblivion, his very existence erased from the memories of his "powerful" friends.

In the end, Vincent was too much of a coward to end his own life and chose to live even in misery.

Allen remorselessly turned away from Vincent Fortunato, he didn't want to devote any more thoughts to the bastard.

2B and Artoria rested on his shoulder and head respectively, Allen smiled as he felt both women trying to tell him that they would be by his side at all times.

...

Allen returned to his apartment where Rebecca had brought Tearju. He took a deep breath before entering; today he had done many things that weren't characteristic of him. Today he acted like a real villain, like a monster.

Any regrets? No, there were definitely things Allen could regret, but destroying a bunch of sons of b*tches wasn't one of them.

Allen entered his apartment.

Inside was a strange scene. Voices could be heard as Allen walked down the hallway from the entrance to the living room.

There was Gwen, MJ, and Felicia laughing, and Tearju wearing a black gala dress with a scandalous neckline that only women like Jennifer Lopez or Marilyn Cyrus would wear on the red carpet. Tearju covered her chest in embarrassment.

'I don't know what's going on, but Sensei, if you don't want to be embarrassed, don't dress like that in the first place...'

Allen's gaze shifted to Rebecca, who was assembling a time bomb on a small table.

"I don't want to know."

Allen left the room and went to the dining area where Nokotan and Bocchi were.

"I told you, I'll do whatever it takes to protect the Deer crackers!"

"Pero Noko-san... i-isn't raiding Congress illegal?"

"It's their fault; they put high taxes on imported products, making it very hard to buy Deer crackers here!" Nokotan slumped down on the table, tears in her eyes.

"I can buy you as many as you want, or take you to Japan right now, or even make them myself if I knew the recipe, so Nokotan doesn't go to Congress," Allen finished, a drop of sweat falling from his cheek. It wasn't a joke this girl could interrupt in the Congress with a herd of deer.

"Yay! I love you so much, Allen-tan."

"I don't need a nickname..." Allen didn't know what face to make when he heard such a strange way of referring to his name.

"Hee hee... eh... ah?"

Nokotan, paralyzed as if in shock, opened her eyes and mouth so wide that it seemed her soul was leaving her body. No, literally, her soul came out of her body when she saw Allen.

Allen didn't know what expression to use when seeing such a surreal event, it would be okay if it was a curse or the power of some mysterious sorcerer, but that Nokotan removed her soul from her body because she was in shock was too unacceptable.

Bocchi also looked at Allen in confusion.

"A-Allen-san?" Bocchi called embarrassed and Allen looked at her with a smile, she blushed and lowered her head, then weakly raised her finger and pointed at Allen's head. "Y-You have horns like Nokotan..."

"Ah... hahaha that's right." Allen opened his eyes and realized after a laugh that it was true. "They appear when I use the power of the radio demon, they feel light, I had forgotten it happened."

Allen laughed, not knowing what he had caused.

Allen is handsome, even if there are preferences like stars in the sky, any woman can objectively admit that Allen is the epitome of an attractive man.

Nokotan is not an ordinary girl, far from it. She often behaves strangely, but she's not an alien, she's a girl too.

He admires the fact that his "owner" is so handsome that he would not disturb her if he were to brush her and lie on her lap to do so. Of course, Nokotan would not allow a man to brush her, she would not lie on his lap either, if she did not like it and approve of him. She is a girl too, a deer girl, but a girl nonetheless.

But now something happened, something in Nokotan changed.

*Nokotan's POV*.

I have no idea what happened, but one day I woke up and I was here... why?

I figured it didn't matter and I should find a source of deer crackers before it was too late. The rations I had stored would only last a day, or so I thought, but before I knew it, I had eaten them and felt very sleepy. I transformed into an anime girl for camouflage and got into a box to sleep. I was sure that no one would harm an innocent girl, and that's how it happened; the young man on whom my life and, more importantly, my supply of deer crackers depended took care of me until I woke up.

In the process, I also came to understand Allen's nature. He wasn't a bad person; in fact, he was a very good person. When I looked into his eyes, I thought I could accept him as my temporary owner in this world until I could return to mine.

It was all very amusing; he doesn't mind when I do crazy things and say nonsense. My horns don't bother him, nor does my strange personality.

He bought me a mountain of cookies, sheltered me, and took care of me without any obligation. Of course, being a girl and him being a flirt, you might think his intentions were obvious. But I realized that wasn't the case; he doesn't go through life trying to charm or seduce women...with a few exceptions like Kara and Raven.

One significant detail that increased my confidence in him was the care he showed for Bocchi. He knows that Bocchitan is a fragile girl who would not cope well in this world with everything that happens to her. He understands that she needs a lot of support and would probably break down. I watched him do this consistently and understood that there was nothing to worry about with him.

A man born, raised, and trained to carry the weight of the world without flinching.

Frankly, my heart warmed, and I truly began to feel more familiar with Allen. It's like accepting a new deer into your herd. So I decided to be Allen's older sister, although I ended up being spoiled by him rather than the other way around.

It's okay, it's fun, it's comfortable, it's warm, it's pleasant. This place isn't my world or my home, but I like it... although it's a pity not to be able to meet Koshitan; life with her seems to be a lot of fun.

Maybe I can convince Allen to bring her to this world. I'm sure Koshi won't refuse if the prince of princes appears before her~.

While I was thinking about that, the door opened and my owner came in while convincing me not to raid the congress. Tsk, I'll have to cancel the operation, but his words calmed me down. He said he would get me all the deer crackers I wanted, he really is the best owner!!~

"Yay! I love you so much, Allen-tan."

Huh?

My mind stopped working as he turned around, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. I know my owner is handsome, very handsome I wouldn't mind sharing my deer crackers with him, even though I don't know him.

But there was something different; he had male deer antlers on his head, unlike mine, they were larger and extended upward as if designed to confront other deer.

They were very powerful and gave off an aura of danger; what is that? That alone made my owner about three times cooler.

While I thought about what to say, he greeted Bocchitan with a smile.

*Thump*

Huh?

What happened? No, it doesn't matter; Bocchitan started talking to Allen. It's very obvious that she's falling in love with Allen, but it's strange.

At that moment, I didn't like that he was paying more attention to her...

Huh?

Noticing my discomfort, he turned to me, and out of nowhere, I panicked and ran out of the dining room. I don't know what happened, but I didn't want him to see my face right now!

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A/N: It's happening... Allen's rizz is crossing species boundaries, is that good or bad? 🍷🗿