Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: The Age of Great Repression

”Shh—”

Jason made a shushing gesture, his eyes glittering with excitement. ”Keep it down, don’t scare her off. We’re going to give her a massive surprise.”

The four grown men tiptoed through the door, entering one after another.

Jason even sinisterly locked the door behind them.

”Hehehe...”

At the thought of what was about to happen, he couldn’t help but grin, revealing a row of nicotine-stained yellow teeth.

The room was pitch black with no lights on; only a faint glimmer of moonlight spilled in from the window.

To the left of the entrance was the bathroom, its door slightly ajar.

The man at the front, whose face was full of scars, immediately spotted a few pieces of intimate clothing hanging on a rack inside.

”Holy crap...”

The man almost drooled at the sight and made a move to grab them.

Smack!

Jason slapped him on the forehead and cursed, ”You worthless piece of trash! The main prize is right here, what do you want those rags for? Focus on the job!”

The man scratched his head awkwardly, reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and followed the others forward.

The living room was silent; no one was there.

But a warm yellow light seeped through the crack of a nearby bedroom door, clearly indicating someone was inside.

This made them even more excited, their breathing becoming rapid.

The thin, small man who had picked the lock led the way, fumbling forward in the moonlight.

Suddenly, his elbow seemed to brush against something furry.

”Huh?”

He instinctively looked up and glanced to the side.

Beside him stood a massive shadow.

In the dim light, he made out its silhouette—it was actually a giant stuffed bear, over two meters tall, covered in patches.

Its eyes were disproportionately large, looking particularly jarring in the darkness.

”Holy shit, scared the hell out of me...”

The thin man shuddered and sighed in relief, patting his chest, then cursed quietly, ”What kind of unlucky thing is this? Looks like a zombie... What’s with girls’ tastes these days, liking such ugly things?”

Jason glanced at the motionless ”doll” and didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just a beautiful girl’s quirk, and waved them forward.

Everyone held their breath, creeping toward the bedroom door where the light was coming from.

Just as Jason’s hand was about to grasp the doorknob.

A massive shadow rose silently from behind them, enveloping everyone... Inside the bedroom.

The crisis outside hadn’t reached this little sanctuary.

Sumire was comfortably resting her head on Reze’s supple thighs, holding her phone and scrolling through videos.

Reze helplessly let her lie there while absentmindedly playing with Sumire’s hair, twirling the ends around her fingers.

Playing on the phone screen was the battle in Harlem from a few days ago.

Although the official news live stream was quickly cut off because no reporters dared to get close for fear of being killed by the shockwaves, some reckless minor influencers had hidden in the ruins to film the battlefield and post it online.

Although most high-view videos had been ordered deleted by S.H.I.E.L.D., many still slipped through the cracks.

Sumire opened the comment section and read with great interest.

The comments were diverse; most netizens were cursing the U.S. military’s incompetence and worrying about New York’s safety.

Others were cursing the Hulk, saying he destroyed the entire block, just as Sumire had expected.

They also debated what those two ugly green and yellow things were—aliens or lizardmen.

Some even joked lightheartedly that if a red one showed up, they could debut as the ”Traffic Light Trio.”

Sumire couldn’t help but chuckle.

Tell me about it, you really can’t argue with that.

This prophet’s wish would come true in just a few years.

Of course, many people also noticed Reze, who had suddenly appeared to disrupt the scene.

[New York Panicked Guest]: Holy crap! What kind of creature was that woman who appeared at the end? Her head... why was it a bomb? And it could explode? That’s terrifying! There’s a monster like that living among us in New York?

[Commie Hunter]: This is clearly a Russian plot... [Pizza Rat Fan]: The guy above, you’re going crazy... [Commie Hunter]: Be that as it may... am I the only one who thinks she’s sexy? That body, those legs... I’m down, anyway.

[New York Panicked Guest]: Actually, true.

[Pizza Rat Fan]:??? You guys are weird.

[Very Intense Mouth 1477]: +1, am I the only one who thinks her teeth are sexy? If she gave me a bite... hiss—

[Pizza Rat Fan]: Bro... I suggest you book an appointment with psychiatry.

Looking at the comments from these silly netizens, Sumire was amused and rolled around on Reze’s lap, laughing.

”Hahaha, Reze, did you see this? Someone wants you to bite them!”

Reze didn’t even have to look down; she could see the screen through Sumire’s eyes, and she was speechless.

These humans... are truly too repressed... But she was also quite repressed, so she wasn’t in any position to preach to others.

This might be an age of great repression.

As for Perona, because the U.S. military had completely cordoned off the block by the time she arrived to save the day, she wasn’t filmed.

”There’s actually no footage of me...”

Perona floated in mid-air with a hint of resentment, her body emitting a visible aura of gloom, looking exactly like a real female ghost.

Just then.

”AAAHHHH!!!!!”

Two heart-wrenching screams suddenly exploded in the living room.

The decibels were so high that Sumire almost dropped her phone in fright.

The three girls were stunned at the same time.

”What’s going on?”

Sumire sat up from Reze’s lap.

Perona reacted the fastest; she was already floating in mid-air, and now she passed through the bedroom wall like a ghost, poking her head into the living room.

In the living room.

Jason was clutching his head, shivering and shrinking into a corner as if he had seen something terrifying. However, he still had some guts; he didn’t faint immediately but instead tremblingly tried to reach for the knife in his pocket to bolster his courage.

But suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something extra on the wall beside him.

Jason instinctively turned his head to look.

Wham!

A young girl’s head was hanging on the wall without any warning!

Those signature large Gothic eyes stared intently at him.

Perona’s eyes were as hollow as a dead person’s, looking exceptionally eerie in the moonlight.

”Who are you?”

Perona tilted her head and spoke in a ghostly voice.

”Guh—”

Jason’s eyes rolled back, and he couldn’t even let out a scream. He went into a fit on the spot and fell straight to the ground.

[villainess value +3]

This scene left even Perona bewildered.

She blinked and looked at Jason’s prone body on the floor in confusion. ”What’s the deal? Am I really that scary?”

Then, she instinctively looked up and scanned the living room.

At this sight, even she couldn’t help but be stunned.

In the center of the living room, Kumashi was standing there blankly.

This giant zombie bear was now like a farmer after a bountiful harvest, displaying its trophies.

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