Yandere Levelling in Her World Chapter 208 209: Game Master

Angel gazed at the man seated before her. She produced a luminous screen that materialized in the air between them. Ren observed it with evident fascination, his eyes widening as he leaned in closer.

Ren's eyes widened further, a look of increased surprise crossing his face. Two unadorned screens now floated in front of him, fanning out like wings. Only select portions displayed any information; the remainder remained shrouded in darkness and emptiness.

He immediately turned to Angel. "How did I acquire this power? What aspect of me has been enhanced? I haven't engaged in intimacy with any new women. Out of twenty, I am only romantically involved with seven."

Angel offered a gentle smile and a slight shake of her head. "Eight, not seven," she corrected him softly.

Ren glanced back at the screens, murmuring, "But only seven screens are active here."

Angel remained silent for a beat. Then, she responded, "You will comprehend in due time."

Ren scrutinized her features intently. He recognized her then. This was Angel, Luxy's sister. Luxy had a penchant for drama and chaos. After the preceding events, Ren had no clue what had become of Luxy or her sibling. Yet, Angel stood before him, composed and steady.

"Angel," he said deliberately, "am I meant to await their mutual destruction? Or should I seek refuge to evade their reach?"

Angel tilted her head. "I cannot say. The decision rests with you." She paused, then added in a low mumble, "Yet, you know yourself that you will not choose that path."

A smile touched Ren's lips at her words. He nodded firmly. "Naturally, I wouldn't. These women… I desire to be intimate with them until they are spent. I long to cherish each and every one. Even with the inherent peril of them ending my life due to their jealousy. Even if they turn against each other. They are all desired."

He straightened his posture. The surrounding screens vanished in a flash of light. Ren indicated a single luminous name that lingered in the air momentarily. "It is time for a reunion, Misa Tachibana. My mother, whom I still address as mother."

He departed without a backward glance. Angel observed his departure. She unfurled her wings and ascended into the heavens. She understood her purpose had concluded. Once Ren became an active participant in the game, her role transformed.

Her duty was to safeguard the game master, not the player. After all, the established rules had fundamentally altered the moment he made his move.

Far from that location, several ailing individuals were being conveyed to a humble, aged hut. The majority were women, appearing frail and weary. Gentle coughs emanated from some, while others required assistance to walk. The hut itself presented a rather neglected appearance, its wooden walls showing signs of decay, and the roof sagging in sections. A layer of dust coated the interior floor.

Within the hut, a woman with raven hair was diligently engaged in work. She wore a mask over her nose, ostensibly to filter out unpleasant odors. Beside her stood a younger girl with vibrant pink hair, appearing smaller than the woman. She too wore a mask and assisted in preparing remedies within a large basin.

The raven-haired woman wiped perspiration from her brow. "Kindly pass me the herbs from the left shelf, my dear," she instructed the pink-haired girl.

The girl complied swiftly. "Here, Mother. Are these the correct ones?"

"Indeed, they are perfect. Continue stirring gently to prevent any spillage."

They labored together, side by side. Their masks somewhat muted their voices, but their focus remained unwavering. Another woman entered the hut at that moment, carrying a basket filled with fresh provisions.

"You should take a respite," the newcomer advised kindly. "You haven't been yourself recently. You appear quite exhausted these days."

The raven-haired woman ceased her work. She looked up, forcing a faint smile beneath her mask. "We are managing. Truly. Thank you for your concern."

The new woman moved closer, her expression etched with worry. "Are you certain? For the past two days, you've seemed somewhat distant, lost in thought. Allow me to take over for a while. You require a break."

The raven-haired woman nodded slowly. "Yes, yes, we are fine. But thank you for offering to help. I shall inform the boss that I'm taking a brief period of leave."

The other woman smiled and nodded. "Go ahead. I have matters under control. Rest soundly."

The raven-haired woman removed her mask and set it aside. The pink-haired girl followed suit. They departed the hut together.

They proceeded along a narrow pathway towards a modest flat situated at the perimeter of the area. The dwelling consisted of merely two rooms, furnished simply.

Upon entering, the raven-haired woman sank onto the worn sofa. She cradled her head in both hands. Initially, her gaze fell upon her pink-haired daughter with a hint of annoyance.

However, she swiftly drew the girl into a fervent embrace. Her daughter reciprocated the hug. Both seemed to share a similar inner turmoil of conflicting emotions.

The pink-haired girl spoke first, her voice soft. "Mother, do you believe Ren is still alive?"

The woman with black hair, identified as Misa Tachibana, responded promptly. "Ren and Kyouka should both be safe. We witnessed Kyouka being taken into custody. She is likely doing alright. Judith is a benevolent person, after all. She knows Kyouka intimately and will care for her properly."

Misa continued to hold her daughter tightly. However, a profound sense of emptiness gripped her chest as thoughts of Ren surfaced.

This void intensified with each passing second, causing her eyes to well up. Just as a tear threatened to fall, a forceful rapping echoed from the door of their modest apartment.

Misa swiftly wiped her eyes and inquired, "Who is it?"

A voice from the other side declared, "Miss Tachibana! The boss requires your presence immediately!"

Misa slowly got to her feet, keeping a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "What is this about?" she asked through the closed door.

The woman outside replied, "I'm uncertain. However, it appears to be quite significant. The boss sounded rather serious. You should come without delay."

Misa gazed at her daughter for a moment. "Stay here and rest. I shall return shortly."

The pink-haired girl gave a nod but remained visibly concerned. "Please be careful, Mother."

Misa opened the door and stepped out, finding the other woman awaiting her with a solemn expression. Together, they commenced their walk towards the main edifice where the boss resided.

Upon entering the imposing metal doors of the building, Misa observed its stark contrast to the humble huts scattered across Norbata's outskirts. Towering concrete walls stretched skyward, punctuated by concealed watchtowers at every juncture.

Guards clad in dark uniforms stood vigilant at the entrance, their firearms at the ready. The entire perimeter was encased in formidable metal fencing, crowned with barbed wire. It was an unlikely facade for a facility ostensibly dedicated to healing the sick; it bore the unmistakable resemblance of a wartime fortress.

Two guards intercepted her advance. One produced a scanner, stating, "Arms up, please, Miss Tachibana. Standard procedure."

Misa raised her arms without protest, a familiar ritual. The scanner's beam swept over her. The second guard, finding nothing amiss, offered a curt nod. "Clear. Now, please put this on."

He extended a slim black band. Misa accepted it, fastening it around her wrist. With a click, the band secured itself, sending a faint vibration through her skin that completely suppressed her powers. An immediate, recognized sense of emptiness washed over her.

The guard offered a slight smile. "Apologies for the inconvenience. The boss's orders are unusually strict today."

Misa simply shrugged. "I understand. It's no trouble at all."

She proceeded further inside, her expression betraying no surprise. This was no ordinary infirmary; she was privy to its true nature. At the end of the corridor, the elevator doors opened with a gentle chime.

Misa stepped into the lift and pressed the button for the lowest level. The doors closed, and the elevator descended rapidly. Upon resurfacing, she found herself in a vast basement, bathed in bright lights and outfitted with advanced technological equipment.

Scientists in pristine white coats moved with purpose among long tables laden with pulsating screens and intricate machinery. The air thrummed with the sounds of beeps and low hums. Flasks bubbled with vibrantly colored liquids, while large computer displays showcased rapidly changing maps and data streams. This was the true core of the operation, the sick patients upstairs merely a meticulously crafted illusion.

Misa advanced into the space. The scientists offered brief nods but remained absorbed in their work. Abruptly, a woman with short, curly brown hair hurried towards her, embracing Misa in a warm hug and exclaiming with her characteristic Italian flair, "Eh Misa, why the long face, my friend? Come, tell me everything right now!"

The woman's voice resonated with a comforting Italian cadence. She tightened her embrace, patting Misa's back with the affectionate gesture of an older sister.

Misa emitted a soft sigh, a faint smile gracing her lips. "It's nothing much. It's just... I've been wondering if my son is still alive. The boss shared some recent reports today. A young man bearing a resemblance to Ren was sighted near the border."

The Italian woman recoiled instantly, her eyes widening. She gestured animatedly, exclaiming, "Those treacherous scoundrels! To harm such a handsome boy, they deserve to pay! How dare they lay a hand on him! If I ever get my hands on them, I swear they'll regret every single breath they take!"

Her voice swelled, loud enough to draw the brief attention of a few nearby scientists, who quickly returned to their tasks.

Misa gently shook her head. "He is not dead. I feel it in my heart. Ren is resilient. He always finds a way back."

The Italian woman's demeanor shifted instantaneously. Her anger dissolved into sorrow, her gaze falling to the floor as her shoulders slumped. "I only wish I could say the same for my own daughter. She perished during their raid last year. A single foolish assault, and she was lost forever. That is why we undertake all this work here. Every day, I descend and recall her face."

She gestured across the expansive room towards a substantial metal cylinder positioned on a specialized platform. Resembling a thermonuclear device, it was adorned with thick wiring and softly glowing panels. Red warning lights pulsed rhythmically along its surface, and the entire structure emanated a palpable, contained power.

"You see this? We are diligently working on it, and when it's finally completed, it will bring an end to everything."

Misa observed the formidable weapon with an expression devoid of emotion. Neither a smile nor a frown graced her features as she gazed intently for an extended period. Finally, she softly­ spoken, "It remains in the developmental phase. We are still years away from its proper functionality. The constant failures in testing have plagued us, and the power core's stability is far from assured."

The woman, of Italian descent, brushed away a solitary tear, her voice resonating with a thick Italian accent as she responded, "Then it will take years for those treacherous scoundrels to be purged from this land. Whether it takes years or not, I hold no concern. So long as it occurs. So long as we exact retribution for every life they pilfered. My daughter… your son… all the others. They shall experience our vengeance."