Yandere Levelling in Her World-Chapter 167 - 168: Yandere Magnet

Night pressed down on the forest like a damp blanket with several sounds of monsters and small insects coming from everywhere.

A crooked wooden shack squatted between trees, its tin roof rattling softly in the wind.

A single lantern hung from a nail, throwing yellow light over a rough table where six women sat drinking cheap liquor and slapping down greasy playing cards.

"Oi, stop cheatin', Laska," one of them laughed, swaying as she took a long swig from the bottle. "You always got them lucky fingers."

Laska snorted, spitting to the side. "Lucky my ass. You just don't know how to play proper. Fold already."

Another woman scratched her arm and leaned back on her chair, boots propped on a cage behind her. "Who cares. Cards ain't why we here anyway. Easy money tonight."

Behind them, several iron cages lined the shack wall. Men and women sat inside, dirty, bruised, eyes dull with fear. Some clutched the bars. Others just stared at the floor. Anyone with half a brain could tell what this place was.

Smugglers.

Probably leftovers from the Norbata incident.

After the incident, it wasn't just the Norbata Government and Astrid's community that rebuilt. Several small communities and groups also formed, creating different parties for different purposes. Not all of these groups were formed solely for survival. Some were smugglers and vile people who sought to take full advantage of the situation.

One of the women kicked a cage lazily. "Hey, quiet back there. You'll get your turn soon enough."

A muffled sob of a man answered her. The women laughed.

"Deal the next hand," someone said. "I'm on a streak."

Cards slapped down again. The bottle passed around. Their voices were loud, rough, full of countryside slang and careless cruelty.

Then the bushes rustled.

It was faint at first. Leaves brushing. Twigs snapping.

The women froze.

"Did you hear that?" one whispered.

They all turned toward the shack door, eyes narrowed.

Another rustle. Closer this time.

Laska clicked her tongue. "Probably just wind."

"Wind don't step on branches like that," someone muttered, already reaching for the iron pole leaning against the wall.

Before anyone could say more, something whistled through the air.

Crack.

A rock slammed into the temple of the woman sitting nearest the door. She didn't even scream. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed sideways, chair clattering to the ground.

"Shit!"

"Attack!"

The shack erupted into chaos. Chairs scraped. Bottles shattered. The women grabbed weapons in a panic. Iron poles. Knives. A short machete.

"Get ready!" Laska shouted. "Some of us can't use our gifts in a straight fight. Don't let whoever it is get close!"

They backed toward the table, forming a rough circle, all eyes locked on the dark forest beyond the door.

The cages rattled as the captives stirred.

"Please," someone whispered from inside a cage.

"Shut up!" a woman snapped, jabbing the bars with her pole.

Seconds dragged on.

No sound.

No movement.

Sweat trickled down necks. Fingers tightened on metal grips.

"What is that?" someone hissed.

Then the bushes parted.

A man stepped into the lantern light.

He was topless. Black hair hung messy around sharp eyes. His body was defined, lean muscle catching the glow like carved stone. Dirt streaked his skin, but he stood calm, almost tired.

For a heartbeat, no one spoke.

Then one of the women whistled.

"Well damn," she said with a grin. "Didn't expect a snack walkin' outta the woods."

Another laughed, eyes roaming shamelessly. "Look at him. Built like a damn statue."

"Hey pretty boy," Laska called, twirling her knife. "You lost?"

Vulgar comments flew. Crude jokes. Laughs filled with hunger and mockery.

The man flinched.

He raised a hand to his head, fingers digging into his hair. His face twisted in frustration.

"Fucking trash goddess," he muttered. "What the hell did she do to me…"

"What was that?" one woman sneered. "Speak up."

The man lifted his head. His eyes were cold now.

Smoke exploded outward from his body.

A thick gray cloud burst from the ground, swallowing the shack and the clearing in seconds.

"Cough, cough, shit!"

"I can't see!"

"Where'd he go?!"

The women staggered, swinging blindly. Iron poles whooshed through empty air. Someone screamed as a blow knocked her legs out from under her.

A shadow moved in the smoke.

Fast.

Silent.

A hand struck a throat. A knee slammed into a gut. A body hit the dirt with a dull thud.

"Behind you!"

Too late.

Another woman went down, pole clattering away as she gasped for air.

The captives watched through the bars, eyes wide, as shapes fell one by one.

Ren moved like a ghost.

He disarmed without mercy. Cracked skulls with precise strikes. Choked some unconscious. Dropped others with blows to nerves and joints. No wasted motion.

One woman tried to activate her power. Sparks fizzled uselessly around her hands.

"Damn it, it's not working!"

Ren's elbow met her jaw. She crumpled.

The smoke thinned slowly, bodies scattered across the dirt floor. Groans echoed weakly. No one stood anymore.

Ren emerged from the haze, breathing hard. He rubbed his temples again, clearly irritated.

"Tch."

He turned toward the cages.

Men and women stared back at him, fear mixing with hope.

He met their eyes and froze.

Something twisted in his chest.

Ren frowned. "What the hell…"

A strange pull tugged at him. Warm. Urgent. Annoying.

"Why now," he muttered. "Why the hell do I get the urge to go to my women all of a sudden…"

He clenched his fists, jaw tight. "I should be huntin' that goddess. Not this."

The captives shrank back slightly, unsure.

Ren exhaled slowly and looked away, forcing the feeling down.

"…This desire," he said quietly, irritation thick in his voice. "That shitty goddess put another curse inside me."

Muttering those words, Ren looked at his system and noticed something strange.

Name: Ren Arakawa

Level: [9]

Blessing: Yandere Believer

Sex: Male

[Attributes]

STR (Strength): 8

AGI (Agility): 4

VIT (Vitality): 6

INT (Intelligence): 4

CHAR (Charm): 10

**Available Points:** 0

[Skills]

Heartsteal – [Level 2]

Imperial Qi – [Level 2]

Healing Grace– [Level 1]

Hunteress's Domain - [Level 5]

Fog Presence - [Level 1]

[Affection Tracker]

??? – 100%+ (MAXED OUT — RUN.) - IN DANGER

Lan Meiling – 85% (You're mine, my beloved! my life!) - IN DANGER

Tachibana Kyouka – 88% (Deep connection) - IN DANGER

Tachibana Hiyori – 30% (Growing attachment)

Tachibana Misa – 90% (My baby boy! I am his mother...his woman...his cum dumpster

Annaliese Morgenstern (Anna) – 66% (Dangerous zone...approaching!) - IN DANGER

Nina Raj – 67% (Please...control me more...") - IN DANGER

"Ugh! This pain… it feels like I'm being pulled from all sides. It must be because of the Heartsteal ability. Why did it level up, and what do you mean these women are in danger?"

Ren had so many questions, but right now it felt as if a magnet was dragging him in several directions at once. He knew he had no other choice. Even though his mind resisted, his body was already moving on its own.

***

The wind howled around the rooftop.

Chiyo stood at the edge of the tall building, her long kimono fluttering as she looked down at the city of Norbata far below. Lights flickered like dying stars. Smoke curled up from distant districts. Sirens wailed faintly, swallowed by the night.

Beside her stood an angel.

Her wings were torn in places, feathers missing, some bent at cruel angles. Her white robe was stained and stiff. She did not move. She did not speak. Her eyes stared forward, unfocused, as if she was no longer fully present in this world.

Chiyo turned her head slightly and studied her.

"…Look at what happened to you," Chiyo said softly. "My niece."

The angel did not respond.

Chiyo sighed and crossed her arms. "Look at you. Silent. Broken. Standing like a corpse that forgot how to fall."

The wind hit harder, pushing against them. The angel's wings fluttered weakly, reacting to instinct rather than will.

Chiyo clicked her tongue. "All of this," she muttered. "All of this because you followed my sister."

She stepped closer, her sandals scraping against concrete. "That foolish goddess. Always acting like she knows what is best. Always forcing her will onto others."

The angel's lips trembled.

A whisper escaped her mouth.

"…Luxy…"

Chiyo's eyes narrowed. "Luxy?"

She leaned in, searching the angel's face. "So that is the name you keep muttering."

The angel said nothing more. Her eyes clouded, and her fingers curled slightly, as if gripping something invisible.

Chiyo straightened and let out a short laugh. "Another one of my nieces, I assume. Hah. So she managed to destroy more than one life."

Her smile faded. "It seems my idiotic sister even managed to kill an immortal angel with her stupidity."

The angel flinched at the word kill.

"I see it in you," Chiyo continued calmly. "Your divinity is cracked. Your core is unstable. You should not even be standing."

The wind surged again. Feathers shook loose and drifted into the night.

Chiyo turned back toward the city. Norbata stretched endlessly beneath them, scarred and wounded.

"Do you see that?" Chiyo asked. "That chaos down there. That suffering."

She paused. "That is her doing."

The angel remained silent.

Chiyo lowered her voice. "If I kill my sister, you can be free."

Her head tilted slightly. "No. We can be free."

The angel's eyes flickered toward Chiyo for the first time.

"She broke the balance," Chiyo said, her tone sharpening. "She played goddess without understanding consequence. She deserves to be erased."

The wind died down, as if the world itself was listening.

"You are the only one who can point me in the right direction," Chiyo said. "My niece."

She turned fully toward the angel now, her gaze intense. "Point. Just point."

The angel's hands trembled.

"Where is your mother?" Chiyo asked. "Where is the goddess hiding?"

Silence.

"I will end her," Chiyo said. "For you. For us."

The angel's wings twitched again, but she did not raise her arm. She did not speak.

Seconds passed.

Chiyo stared at her.

Then she smiled.

"…Of course," Chiyo muttered. "What did I expect from you?"

Her smile twisted into something colder.

She stepped closer, so close their shoulders almost touched. Her eyes burned with anger now, sharp and merciless.

"Even if you refuse," Chiyo said quietly, "I will find her."

The angel's breathing quickened.

"Even if I have to take you apart," Chiyo continued. "Piece by piece."

Her fingers brushed against a damaged wing. The angel flinched hard, a broken sound escaping her throat.

"One feather," Chiyo whispered. "One bone. One memory at a time."

The angel's eyes filled with fear.

"I will tear apart your angel wings one by one," Chiyo said, her voice low and furious. "And somewhere inside you, I will find the path to that shitty sister of mine."

She pulled her hand back and looked out over Norbata again.

"Run if you want," Chiyo said. "Hide in silence. It will not matter."

The angel stood frozen, trembling while Chiyo plucked out one of angel feather and blew it in the air, which quickly dissolved in the air.