The next morning.
Waking up from a sweet yet heavy burden, Sumire took advantage of the time while Reze was still sleeping in and Perona was busy fixing her pink twin-tails in the mirror.
Sumire couldn't wait to summon the panel to see the harvest from last night.
The numbers before her eyes caused Sumire's pupils to shake, followed by a surge of ecstasy!
[villainess value: 995]
[simulation value: 840]
"Oh my god..." Sumire marveled internally.
It seemed that the "heart-to-heart" talk between Reze and Natasha last night had an outstanding effect.
Reze's tragic past didn't just trick Natasha out of her tears; it also determined that the role-playing degree for Reze's character had reached a new peak.
And Nick Fury didn't disappoint either. His wariness of "demons" and his assessment of Reze's danger level were all solidly converted into a high amount of [villainess value].
"But..."
Sumire stared at that [995] villainess value, her brow furrowing.
The cost to draw an Incarnation once was 1,000 points.
This was awkward—she was just 5 points short!
It was like finishing gym class and finding out you're one cent short when trying to buy a cold soda.
That agonizing feeling made Sumire unable to sit still.
"Perona!" Sumire called out.
"My Lord Sumire, what is it?" Perona had just come out of the bathroom with a lazy expression.
"I'm entrusting you with a glorious and arduous task," Sumire pointed out the window. "Go scare someone for me, anyone will do."
"Huh?" Perona had a "that's it?" expression, but seeing Sumire's urgent face, she still curled her lip.
"Fine, I was just looking for some exercise anyway."
Perona didn't even bother with the door; her spiritual body drifted straight out of her physical form.
Sumire quickly switched perspectives, following Perona's line of sight.
The surrounding area was an old neighborhood with crisscrossing alleys.
Soon, Perona locked onto a target—
A boy around ten years old, chasing a ball into a dead-end alley.
"Hehehe, kid, consider yourself unlucky~"
Perona drifted into the alley wall with a wicked grin, and the moment the boy bent over to pick up the ball—
"Waaaah!!!"
Perona suddenly thrust half of her body out from the wall.
To be scary, she specifically pulled her eyelids back with her hands and stuck her tongue out, making what she thought was a super-fierce ghost face.
"That's way too cute, who could that possibly scare..." Sumire was complaining internally.
But she had clearly overestimated the boy's courage.
The youth, who was about to pick up the ball, froze instantly.
He looked at the pink weirdo that had suddenly grown out of the wall, his pupils contracting violently, his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound.
A second later.
There was no scream, nor any attempt to run.
The boy's eyes rolled back, and his body fell straight backward.
Thud.
He was out cold.
"Eh?" Perona froze on the wall, still maintaining her ghost face. "Fainted already? Boys these days have such poor mental fortitude!"
[villainess value +10]
[Current villainess value: 1005]
"Beautifully done!"
Sumire pumped her fist in excitement, completely unconcerned about the poor boy's mental trauma; she only had eyes for that target number.
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