Yandere Levelling in Her World-Chapter 191 - 192: Odd Saviour

In the command room of the Norbata, Olivia sat at the long wooden table, her fingers drumming idly on the surface. The air smelled faintly of gun oil and burnt coffee. Across from her, Kazami lounged in her chair, arms crossed, eyes sharp as always.

A young officer, uniform crisp but face pale, stepped forward and saluted.

"Report, ma'am," the officer began. "The expedition party that went after the blonde traitor our prisoner Astrid captured... they lost contact three days ago. We sent a search team. They found the bodies this morning."

Olivia leaned forward slightly. "All of them?"

"Yes, ma'am. Every single soldier. Massacred. No survivors. Weapons scattered, some still warm. No sign of the traitor herself."

Kazami slammed her fist on the table. The sound echoed like a gunshot.

"How is this possible?" Kazami growled. "One powerless woman. No anti-power weapons. No enhancements. And she wipes out an entire squad of our best powered fighters? This cannot be her doing alone. Someone else is helping. Someone from outside."

Olivia stared at the report in her hand for a long moment. Then she spoke quietly.

"It looks like we have actual traitors among us."

Kazami turned her head sharply. "What do you mean?"

"Not the powerless ones we usually deal with," Olivia said. "Traitors with powers. People who oppose us. For whatever reason. Someone is feeding information. Someone is pulling strings."

The officer shifted uncomfortably, waiting.

Olivia waved her hand. "Dismissed."

The woman saluted again and hurried out, boots clicking on the concrete floor.

Silence settled between them for a few seconds.

Kazami broke it first. "So when are Astrid, Kyouka, and Nina going to trial?"

Olivia let out a long sigh. "It looks like they won't."

Kazami blinked. "What do you mean they won't?"

"I received orders from Judith herself," Olivia replied. "Release them. Immediately and bring them to her. It seems she got plans with them"

Kazami's eyes narrowed. "That is ignoring the law. Completely. They were caught red-handed. Evidence is stacked against them. Astrid is the reason traitors are here first place."

Olivia rubbed her temple. "People love Astrid. Really love her. Stories are spreading already. How wonderful life was in her little community. How fair she was. How she treated everyone like family. Meanwhile, we are being painted as the tyrants who crushed that dream."

Kazami snorted. "Propaganda."

"Effective propaganda," Olivia corrected. "Judith sees the mood of the streets. If we send them to prison now, riots could start. If we let them go quietly... we control the narrative. We look merciful. Astrid becomes a symbol we can twist to our advantage later."

Kazami scoffed louder this time. "Politics. I hate politics. What I care about is when we are going to kill the real traitors. The ones hiding in that laboratory of theirs. The ones who are probably laughing at us right now or planning to attack us either of that."

Olivia's lips curved into a small, tired smile. "Well, it's going to happen rather soon."

She reached into her coat pocket, pulled out a folded sheet of paper, and tossed it across the table.

Kazami caught it mid-air. Her eyes scanned the page quickly. Her expression changed from irritation to genuine surprise.

"When did you get this?" she asked.

Olivia gave her a strange look. "How did you not get this? Madame Judith told me she sent it to you first. You're in charge of the army, after all."

Kazami's cheeks flushed slightly. She looked away. "Well... I was not in the office."

Olivia raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Kazami folded the paper and tucked it into her belt. "Fine. When do we move?"

"Soon," Olivia repeated. "Very soon. Be ready."

Kazami nodded once, sharp and decisive. Then she stood up and walked out without another word.

Meanwhile, high above the city, on the roof of an abandoned office tower, Silver crouched in the shadows. The night wind tugged at her dark cloak. In her hands she held compact binoculars, lenses trained downward.

Through the glass, she watched a balcony two buildings away.

Ren stood there, tall and relaxed, his arm around Anna's waist. The woman laughed softly at something he said. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Deep. Slow. Anna's fingers curled into his shirt.

Silver's lips curved into a smile.

"What a whore this man is," she murmured to herself, voice low and amused. "I love it."

She kept watching for a moment longer, enjoying the private scene like it was her own personal entertainment.

Then something shifted in the corner of her vision.

She adjusted the binoculars slightly.

Figures moved in the alley below Ren's building. Dark clothing. Careful steps. Weapons glinting under streetlights. They were spreading out, surrounding the structure.

Silver's smile faded.

"Liberators are coming under attack," she whispered.

She tried to count them. Ten. Maybe twelve. Hard to tell from this angle. Their movements were practiced. Too practiced.

"Not the time," she muttered. "Not the correct time. Unlucky, Ren. You're there exactly when they decide to attack."

She lowered the binoculars for a second, thinking.

"Mother would have loved your company," she added softly, almost fondly. "Too bad."

Silver slipped the binoculars into her belt. Then she stepped backward into the deeper shadow of the rooftop vent.

One moment she stood there.

The next, she was gone.

Vanished like smoke in the wind.

Down below, Ren pulled back from the kiss. Anna rested her forehead against his.

"You okay?" she asked quietly.

Ren smiled. "Never better."

He did not notice the shadows closing in or the other liberators.

Not yet.

Back in the command room, Olivia sat alone now. She stared at the empty chair where Kazami had been.

She picked up the report about the massacre again. Read the same lines for the third time.

One powerless woman.

No anti-power gear.

An entire squad dead.

She set the paper down.

"Someone is playing a very dangerous game," she said to the empty room.

***

In the dim, twisted depths of the forsaken land of unknown, the goddess perched on her jagged resting place. This place had become her prison, a labyrinth of swirling lava and echoing shadows that trapped even divine beings.

Around her, several demon-like imps scurried about, their leathery wings fluttering as they served her with reluctant obedience. Their eyes glowed like embers, and their clawed hands offered trays of wilted fruits and murky elixirs.

The goddess's face, usually etched with unyielding arrogance, held a suppressed edge today. She had tried to escape this cursed realm countless times, only to lose her way in the endless fog. Her powers were nearly drained, but in a final surge, she had summoned a mortal to aid her.

Below her, the man knelt on the cracked ground. His face was half burnt, scarred tissue twisting across one side like a map of forgotten battles. He looked familiar to the goddess, a faint echo in her immortal memory, but she pushed the thought aside. It did not matter now. She had a job for him, and that was all.

The man appeared broken, his shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed on the dirt. He had seen things no mortal should, horrors that stripped away emotion. The goddess leaned forward, her voice dripping with haughty command. "My kind hero," she said, her tone laced with arrogance, "I have summoned you here to grant you the divine purpose of serving me."

He did not answer. His face remained blank, emotionless, as if her words were mere whispers in the wind. This unsettled her, even a goddess like herself. Mortals usually trembled in awe or begged for mercy. But this one? Nothing. No surprise, no fear. Just silence.

She pressed on, unwilling to let his indifference derail her. "Listen well, mortal. I am trapped in this wretched place, a prison not fit for one of my stature. My husband is lost somewhere in this vast, chaotic world. He wanders scared, waiting for me to find him. Would you do the divine favor of seeking him out? In return, I shall grant you any boon your heart desires. Wealth, power, eternal life. Name it, and it is yours."

For the first time, the man lifted his head. His eyes, dull and haunted, met hers. "This isn't going to work," he muttered, his voice low and steady. "My father is suffering because of you."

The goddess blinked, confusion flickering across her flawless features. "What do you mean, my hero?" she asked, her arrogance cracking just a fraction. "I have done nothing to your kin. You are here to serve a greater purpose. Speak clearly!"

The man stood slowly, his burnt face twisting into a faint, bitter smile. "This loop won't end the same," he said. "I'll make sure of that."

Before she could respond, he vanished. No flash of light, no swirl of magic from her own power. Just gone, like smoke in the breeze. The imps chittered nervously around her, their serving trays clattering to the ground.

The goddess stared at the empty spot, her mind racing. How had he slipped away without her influence? It was impossible. Yet, in her divine wisdom, she dismissed it as an insignificant interaction. A flawed summoning, nothing more. Little did she know how deeply it would alter her eternal life.