Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 495: Be Afraid Of The Dark I (Part 5)

Chapter 495: Chapter 495: Be Afraid Of The Dark I (Part 5)

At the same time...

The winding mountain road bucked under the weight of engines pushed past their limits.

Four Escalades tore down the asphalt, their frames rattling from the uneven terrain and the punishment they’d taken breaking away from the mansion grounds.

Behind them, the defenders roared after the convoy—hulking armored SUVs, heavier frames but far more stable on rough inclines.

Their headlights cut through the trees in jittering beams, chasing shadows as much as they chased Gary’s people.

Gunfire cracked through the night.

BRRRT—BRRRT—BRRRTTTT~

Minions hung half out the Escalades’ windows, rifles kicked against their shoulders as they let off bursts.

The recoil pushed their bodies back against the frames, boots scraping for grip. A few of the smaller ones clung to the door rails outside, bracing their feet against the ridged panels while they fired downward at the road to scatter the defenders’ aim.

Return fire hammered back instantly.

A hail of machine-gun rounds tore chunks out of metal and glass. One minion on the left flank jerked violently as rounds punched through his side. His grip slipped, fingers clawing uselessly at the rail—

He fell.

His body bounced once off the slanted asphalt before a defender’s front wheel took him under with a rolling THUMPP-crkk~.

Another minion was clipped in the shoulder. The hit spun him sideways; he lost his footing, slammed into the side of the Escalade, and tumbled down the slope of the road.

His scream cut off as he slid into the trees.

Inside Gary’s vehicle, things weren’t any calmer.

Gary sat in the rear seat, tablet balanced on one knee as the car rocked violently from every turn. The map on the display flickered with plan views of the convoy—most of them red. Only a few Escalade sstill showed green, and even those ones were blinking with failure points.

Tires: flashing red.

Engine temperature: red.

Hood integrity: red.

Right door hinge: borderline.

Battery health: failing.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Front right struts are done. Rear left tire is almost gone. You’re riding on threads."

Up front, the driver—a nervous minion with arms too long for the seat—gave a tense, "Sui."

"And the chassis is bent. I can hear it grinding." Gary tapped the screen. "The third vehicle’s already down. The last one is two turns from a rollover."

"Sui..." the passenger murmured, gripping the dash as the Escalade took another hard curve, tires shrieking.

Gary sighed through his nose, long and tired. "We don’t have a choice. Pull over and engage."

The passenger raised the comm device. "Sui sui. Sui-sui."

The convoy obeyed.

The Escalades veered toward the tree line, engines howling as they braked hard. The few remaining minions hanging onto the sides leapt off the moment the speed dipped, rolling across grass and getting low behind the trunks.

Those inside kept firing out the windows, covering the exit.

Brass casings rained across the road in a steady stream—clink-clink-clink~

Gary stepped out last.

He dusted off his sleeves, calm in a way that made the others twitch.

Behind him, the defenders surged closer, still firing, still accelerating, clearly preparing to ram straight through the Escalades.

Gary’s brow furrowed as he rolled his right wrist. A faint glow traveled from his palm up his forearm.

It answered something behind them.

The trail they’d left down the road—broken bodies of minions, rag-doll in the underbrush—flickered faintly, just for a moment, the same glow moving through their skin like a current.

Gary exhaled.

A few strands of his hair regained color, darkening from washed-out grey to their past hue.

His eyebrows followed—only a shade, but noticeable. His posture straightened as though someone had cut a weight from his back.

His shoulders loosened.

His fingers flexed.

His grip tightened.

He murmured, rotating one shoulder until it gave a clean, satisfying pop—

"...It’s been some time since I’ve felt this light."

The defenders closed in.

Engines thundered.

Gary stepped forward once.

Gary’s boot dug into the dirt, ankle rolling forward with a crack as he launched himself ahead.

Not superhuman speed, not the blurring sprint of the captain or Predator—just brutally fast for a man built like a brick wall with a doctorate in "things most people shouldn’t survive."

The leading defender barreled straight toward him. Its grill shook from the uneven mountain road, engine howling as the driver pushed it beyond safe limits.

No hesitation. No brake lights. Just a full-size armored SUV slamming into him head-on.

BWHAMMM—KRNNCHHHH~

The impact sounded like metal folding around a wrecking ball.

The front end of the defender crumpled inward—hood twisting like paper, frame deforming with a deep metallic groan.

The entire vehicle lifted off the road, front wheels jerking upward as the rear bucked. It flipped once—slow, ugly—before crashing down on its roof, sliding across the asphalt in a shower of sparks.

And Gary—

Gary was thrown back like a shot-put.

His body arced through the air, spinning once before slamming hard into the hood of an Escalade behind him. The windshield caved inward under the impact, webbing instantly, and Gary’s torso embedded halfway through the glass.

KRKKK—THUDD~

He stayed there for a heartbeat, breathing out through his nose in a rough huff.

Then he pushed himself free.

Both hands pressed against the mangled hood, metal creaking under his palms as he shoved himself upright. The glass snapped and fell away in sheets as he hopped down, boots crunching over debris.

More engines roared from the curve ahead.

Another two defenders stormed down the hill—vehicles piloted by the men who’d fled the mansion earlier.

Their headlights bounced across tree trunks and the wreckage of their flipped comrade.

Gary’s jaw tightened.

He reached into his coat.

Two karambits came out—blades curved and unnervingly clean, the metal catching no light at all. He spun them once around his fingers, the motion fluid, almost casual.

When he stepped forward, the first blur of movement left a faint streak trailing behind the blades—green, thick, the same color as industrial waste left to stew too long.

It clung to the air like smoke.

The defenders didn’t seem to notice.

Or they didn’t care.

Either way, they accelerated.

Behind Gary, the surviving minions scrambled around the rear of one Escalade, tugging at something inside while yelling rapid-fire suis at one another. Their helmets knocked together as they fought the jammed release.

The defenders closed distance.

Gary shifted his weight.

Then he moved.

One leap—low, fast, legs moving through the air with the style of a trained brawler rather than a superhuman. He rose above the headlights, shadow crossing the beams.

He crossed his arms midair, blades facing outward.

Then—

WHOOM—WHRRRRTTT~

He threw both karambits, arms snapping open in a cross-arc.

The blades spun, carving corkscrews of green light behind them.

The first hit the left defender.

It tore through the windshield like nothing—no impact shatter, no delay, just a smooth, effortless puncture.

The second blade mirrored it on the right. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The moment they made contact with the interior, corrosion bloomed.

The dashboard sizzled.

Plastic shriveled.

Metal lost its color, then its shape.

The first blade passed through the driver’s neck.

The flesh around the cut browned, hardened, then disintegrated into pale ash as the man tried to choke out a scream that never formed. His hands spasmed off the wheel.

The karambit kept going.

Through the seat.

Through the skull of a man sitting behind him—his head collapsing inward with a muted crkk~ before turning grey, then powder.

The blade tore out the rear of the vehicle, cutting through the trunk like it was never there, and landed in the roadside dirt with a soft thup~.

The second blade finished its path at nearly the same moment, embedding itself in the gravel beside the first.

Behind them, both defenders lost control.

One veered off the road, tires screeching as the inert body of its driver slumped sideways. It slammed into a tree with a hollow WHUDDD~, bark exploding outward.

The second swayed violently.

But the passenger—panicked, eyes wide—lunged across the seat and seized the wheel, dragging the vehicle back onto a barely-straight line. The SUV fishtailed but held just enough trajectory to keep coming.

And Gary stood there, boots planted, eyes narrowing as the last defender barreled toward him.

He planted one foot back, tilted his head, and set his eyes on the incoming vehicle like he was preparing to greet a guest rather than be hit by two tons of armored steel.

His fingers tightened once.

He was ready to move—

But something on the ground twitched.

A flicker at the edge of his vision.

Small. Subtle.

Gary’s brows dipped.

’Movement...? Ability?’

His gaze cut down toward the asphalt even as the defender closed to only a few meters.

The ground looked normal—cracked from gunfire, soaked in oil, scattered with glass—

Until something beneath the surface shifted like fabric pulled from underneath.

He didn’t have time to process it.

The defender was nearly on him.

He braced, foot digging into dirt—

The road rumbled.

A deep, rolling tremor that shook dust off branches and sent loose gravel skittering downhill.

RMMBLRMMBLRMMBL~

Then—

Shadows burst upward.

They erupted from the asphalt like a geyser of black smoke compressed too long, forming a rising column that flattened and shaped itself into a solid incline—steep, wide, and angled straight into the sky.

The defender hit it before the driver could even understand what happened.

THUDDD—THUMMP—SCRRRTCHH~

The SUV shot upward, suspension screaming.

The incline shifted sideways mid-formation—a sharp, unnatural jerk that sent the vehicle rolling violently.

Panic took the wheel.

The SUV twisted in the air, flipping over Gary’s head and over the Escalades behind him.

Gary watched it pass overhead, attire flaring in the wind pressure, eyes half-lidded as if he were watching a poorly executed stunt rather than a life-or-death moment.

The defender crashed into the road with a brutal crunch, metal folding inward. It bounced once—

CLANGG~

—then rolled into the dirt, splintering a tree with the weight of its impact.

Leaves rained down in a messy fall.

Gary dropped his foot back to level ground and turned to face the incline.

Except it wasn’t there anymore.

In its place stood Predator.

Fully formed.

Fully present.

A looming shadow against the half-lit road.

Gary looked up, head tilting slightly. There was no fear in his face—only recognition. His brows eased, shoulders loosening.

His voice carried calmly through the smoke drifting past them.

"Your bond with this suit is growing."

Predator didn’t respond.

Gary continued, eyes half narrowed in assessment.

"Physically, I’d say you’re close to full assimilation."

He exhaled once, steadying himself.

"But..."

He raised his chin a little more.

"How do you feel, sir?"