Command issued.
The massive virtual roulette wheel on the panel began to spin, its colorful lights interlacing across the retina and reflecting on the three girls' slightly languid faces.
Su Modie felt a sense of anticipation; who would this Villainess avatar be? What rank would it be?
It couldn't... be another B-Rank, could it?
Could Reze actually have been right?
Does she really have such an affinity for B-Ranks? A room full of B-Ranks...
[Drawing...]
The humming sound of the spinning wheel was exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom.
The pointer slowly decelerated, eventually settling on a somewhat familiar, slender, and elegant female silhouette.
The notification sound of the "villainess simulation game" rang out like a thunderclap—
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing an S-Rank avatar—Makima (chainsaw man · Control Devil)]
...
Wait...
Who the heck did I just draw?
Makima?!
[Image]
Makima
[Image]
Sorry... wrong one.
Su Modie was completely stunned, unable to believe her ears at first.
Unlike Perona and Lux, this one was a true Villainess and antagonist; in terms of being "bad," she was simply at the pinnacle!
More importantly, she and Reze...
Almost at the same second, Reze, who had been resting her head on Su Modie's lap with sleepy eyes, shuddered violently!
"!!!" Reze seemed to sense the aura of some natural predator, her muscles tensing to the limit.
She sprang up from the bed, just like a feral cat that had had its tail stepped on!
Reze had not experienced the despair of being ambushed by Makima in an alleyway.
But ever since being summoned, she had seen the original plot trajectory of "chainsaw man" from Su Modie's memories.
She knew that if Su Modie hadn't summoned her here, she might have faced a miserable ending—she would have been killed in a dark alley by the Angel Devil controlled by Makima, and from then on, become another one of her controlled slaves.
Reze understood what a terrifying existence the woman before her was.
Long before heading to Japan, Reze had heard of Makima's reputation...
She was a monster that even the superpower of her World, the Soviet Union, felt deeply wary of, and even feared.
"Reze?" Perona was startled by Reze's intense reaction, still rubbing her eyes in confusion.
Reze didn't answer; she stared at the empty space beside the bed, her face deathly pale, and even the ring on her neck emitted a faint metallic clinking sound due to her trembling—last night's nightmare was still vivid in her mind...
In front of everyone's bed.
The air seemed to have solidified, and even the dust had stopped dancing.
Suddenly, a slender figure appeared there elegantly, as if she were the true Master of this place.
Reze hadn't even noticed when she appeared, as if she had actually been here all along...
The woman was wearing a long black Public Safety coat, with a meticulously buttoned white shirt underneath and a black tie.
That head of red hair, which shimmered with an orange-pink luster under the light, was braided and hung behind her back.
What was most heart-stopping was those eyes.
They were a pair of eerie golden eyes with pupils that formed concentric circles.
At this very moment.
These eyes were slightly curved.
Carrying a gentle smile that made one feel like they were bathing in a spring breeze, yet without the slightest hint of warmth, she gazed quietly at the three people on the bed.
She was beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.
But she always gave Su Modie an indescribable "uncanny valley" feeling...
Rather than a smile from the heart, she was more like some high-dimensional humanoid creature using superb acting skills to imitate a human smile.
This could fool the eyes, but not the sixth sense; it inexplicably made a chill similar to the uncanny valley effect rise in one's heart.
"Modie-chan, nice to meet you."
Makima's voice was as gentle as a caring older sister; she tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over Su Modie, and finally lingering almost imperceptibly on the stiff Reze: "Reze-chan, are you... trembling?"
The atmosphere in the bedroom, following this rhetorical question, suddenly dropped from cozy to freezing point.
Su Modie hadn't expected this to happen, and for a moment, her heart was complex; she didn't know whether to be happy or uneasy.
On one hand, this was the first time she had drawn an avatar above B-Rank, even an S-Rank, which should be worth celebrating, but on the other hand...
No one had ever taught her what to do if Villainess avatars not only knew each other but also had a blood feud?!
This was completely different from the petty squabbles of the past.
Reze and Perona not getting along was at most just bickering between frenemies who didn't like each other; after spending time together, they could eventually hug and sleep together.
But Reze and Makima...
That wasn't just not seeing eye to eye.
That was prey and hunter, slave and controller, truly enemies!!
A deathly silence spread throughout the bedroom.
Reze was stiff all over, not answering; it was a form of rank suppression deeply carved into her bone marrow.
Perona, through memory sharing with Su Modie, also understood the terrifying nature of the woman before them, and her little face turned deathly pale.
However.
Right in this suffocating awkwardness, Makima seemed not to notice the tension in the atmosphere at all.
Or rather, she didn't care at all.
She acted as if she were in her own home, unhurriedly taking off her heavy black Public Safety coat and tossing it onto a chair nearby, revealing the white shirt tightened by her incredibly alluring figure underneath, as well as the black trousers that outlined her slender leg shape.
Following that, in the surprised eyes of Su Modie and the others.
Makima actually elegantly lifted her leg and climbed directly onto the bed!
Her target was precisely—Su Modie!
"Eek—!!"
Perona let out a weird scream in fright, clutching her pillow and scrambling to slip off the foot of the bed.
Reze remained stiff beside Su Modie, like a stone statue.
Makima didn't even glance at them, leaning directly towards Su Modie.
That scent, mixed with high-end perfume and a dangerous aura, slowly approached.
"Y-you..."
Su Modie panicked, subconsciously wanting to retreat, but this was the head of the bed, and as she retreated, her back pressed directly against the cold headboard.
There was nowhere left to retreat.
Slap.
A slender, fair hand pressed against the padded wall beside Su Modie's ear.
It was a "kabedon" full of oppression and predatory intent.
Su Modie was like a little white rabbit targeted by a snake, only able to watch as that exquisitely inhuman, stunningly beautiful face continued to enlarge.
Until their noses were almost touching.
Makima extended her other hand.
Her cool fingertips landed gently on Su Modie's lips, the movement as soft as if she were caressing a fragile piece of porcelain, slowly stroking them.
"Modie-chan, why is your heart beating so fast?" Makima's breath sprayed on Su Modie's face, her voice carrying a numbing magnetism: "Don't worry, and don't be afraid, I'm very obedient... just like your other avatars."
As an avatar, Makima naturally understood what Su Modie was thinking.
She smiled, those circular eyes seeming to be able to suck a person's soul in: "Because, we are one, aren't we?"