My Borderline Supervillain-Slash-Hero System-Chapter 83 Warning

In the dead of night, deep within the dense woods south of the Fresher Meet Village, Kora Veyne crouched silently in the crook of a tall tree. She hadn’t moved a muscle in hours.

Her body was locked in place—not from fear, but from necessity. One wrong move would unravel the two spells cloaking her: Chimaeric Camouflage and Mana Shroud.

She had watched every moment of Vann Hooper and his team’s arrival, their bickering, and their eventual retreat. The team’s inability to track her down only validated her choice to flee.

But Vann’s final warning still echoed in her ears:

"Consider this your lucky day. If you ever come near the village again, I’ll be prepared."

She didn’t take such things lightly. Anything she disliked was automatically a threat.

You’re on the list now, Vann Hooper, she thought coldly. Next time, I won’t just run.

Kora’s mind swirled with thoughts.

I made the right call. Individually, none of those twelve could take me, but together? It would have been troublesome. Especially Vann—he’s not someone I want to face head-on. Something about him... I don’t trust.

Still, she had no intention of moving yet. Her instincts told her it could be a trick—better to wait longer. Just to be sure.

And then, Zane Carter’s face appeared in her mind.

She hadn’t meant to attack him.

At first, she’d simply approached him with an offer—join her organization, The Bastard Union. She had no personal grudge against the boy.

But the moment he opened his mouth... the way he looked at her... spoke to her...

It was him.

Zorro.

The boy’s expressions, mannerisms, even his calm tone were identical to the man who’d shattered her heart. That unbearable resemblance had struck a nerve so deep, she’d lost control of herself for a moment.

A scar from the past had bled into the present.

Zorro... you bastard. You really left a stain that still burns.

She clenched her fists.

And Shelby... damn him too. Always interfering.

Two more hours passed.

Still, she waited.

The night was calm now. The hum of crickets echoed gently through the trees, bringing an eerie stillness that soothed her frayed nerves. Just as she finally considered moving again, a loud voice cut through the silence:

"Everyone’s long gone. Why don’t you come out?"

Kora froze.

Her eyes narrowed, and she turned toward the voice. A tall, muscular figure stood in the darkness. A devilish mask covered his face, concealing everything except his presence.

Who is he? Not one of Vann’s people. They’ve already gone. But how did he find me? My spells are perfect—nobody should be able to detect me like this.

She sneered silently.

Wearing a mask, standing alone... suspicious. Very suspicious.

The man didn’t move. He simply waited. Then, after a long pause, he raised a hand and pointed.

Directly at her.

"You think that lousy spell of yours can fool my eyes?" he said with a cold sneer.

Kora’s heart thudded in her chest.

He saw her.

Panic tried to bubble up, but she crushed it.

Who is this guy? Even I can’t sense his level... and I’ve seen plenty of monsters in my life. He doesn’t feel like a student—or a dean. What is he?

With no other choice, she finally released both spells. Her form shimmered into visibility as she stepped into the moonlight.

They stared at one another in tense silence.

"I don’t know you," she said, her voice low and sharp. "I have no business with you. So what do you want?"

Her mana flared subtly—ready to erupt at a moment’s notice.

The masked man tilted his head, silently observing her.

Then, without a trace of hesitation, he asked:

"Why did you attack Zane Carter?"

The name alone stirred a storm within Kora Veyne. Pain. Hatred. Rage.

Behind her white mask, her eyes narrowed. "Why are you asking that question?" she growled. "I know him. You’re definitely not Zorro Carter. But if you’re bringing up his son, then you must have some rotten karma with him, too."

The masked man didn’t respond to her bait.

Instead, he repeated, voice as firm as stone, "Answer me. Why did you attack Zane Carter?"

Kora’s brows furrowed. Is this man truly concerned about that brat... or is there another reason?

To test him, she answered coldly, "Because he deserved it. For the record, I’m the victim here—not that boy. And don’t pretend to be Zorro’s friend. I know that scumbag. He used people like pawns and threw them aside when they outlived their usefulness. Everyone who’s ever been involved with him hates him to their bones."

She panted, chest heaving. Just saying it out loud lightened a weight in her heart.

But the man’s tone remained cold. Judging. "That’s not a valid reason to strike his son. A father’s sins have nothing to do with his child. I’ll give you one more chance. Justify your actions. Give me a better reason."

"What?" she exploded. "You were supposed to understand me! So you are siding with that brat? For what Zorro did to me, Zane deserved more than just a punch. And believe it or not, I was being generous. I used only 1% of my strength!"

She stepped forward, her voice trembling with fury. "And you... who are you to judge me?!"

But the masked man didn’t budge.

"Good. That’s all I needed," he said, his voice now laced with subtle authority. "I know you, Dean Kora Veyne. Despite your Veyne lineage, you carry something far more ancient—your mother’s blood. The forgotten bloodline known as The Soul of the Nine-Tails Cat. Each tail represents a life."

Kora froze.

In a fraction of a second, her world tilted.

Her heart pounded. Even the Academy Director doesn’t know that... How could he? Who is this man?!

Her voice cracked. "How do you know that? Who are you?!"

"I don’t care who you are, what you’ve hidden, or what you’ve done," the man said flatly. "But hear this—Zane Carter is not someone you’re allowed to touch."

Then he leaned forward, voice becoming sharp and cold:

"And one last question—how many tails do you have left? Don’t lie. For your sake."

He snapped his fingers.

Her eyes glazed over.

In a trance, she replied, "I still have eight tails. I lost my first tail to Zorro. It takes a hundred years to regrow a tail."

The moment passed. Kora snapped back to reality, reeling.

"What did you do to me?!" she screamed.

But the masked man was already on the move.

"So you used 1% of your strength to punch Zane?" he said quietly. "Then prepare yourself. This is my 1%."

His figure blurred.

In that instant, the laws of power behind his approaching fist were so overwhelming, Kora found herself paralyzed. Her brain screamed at her muscles to move, to dodge, to do something—but her body refused. She understood, in that terrifying moment, exactly what Zane must have felt facing her.

The fist connected.

No sound. No shockwave.

Her body... simply exploded.

Not in a spray of blood or broken limbs—but disintegrated. Atomized. Vanished at the microscopic level.

The masked man stood still.

Twelve minutes passed.

Then, from the same spot, a glowing white cat with eight tails appeared—its body shimmering with faint purple light. One of the tails caught fire and vanished into embers.

Seven tails remained.

Moments later, Kora materialized. Naked. Trembling. Her body newly reborn, her breath ragged from the trauma of death.

She stared at the man, pale as snow.

"W-Who are you, mister?" she stuttered.

"Who I am doesn’t matter," the masked figure replied. "Consider this your first and final warning. If you ever come within a hundred meters of Zane Carter, I’ll know. And I’ll come."

With that sharp warning, he vanished—disappearing into the night like a phantom.

Kora collapsed onto the grass, her body too shaken to stand.

I died... I actually died and came back...

Her mind reeled. She clutched her chest.

"Who was that bastard...? If that was just 1% of his power... then even the Academy Director isn’t his equal."

Fear lingered like a shadow in her heart. But beneath it—deeper, colder—her hatred for Zane grew.

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