Bima was sweeping the orphanage yard with gusto. Sweat dripped from his forehead, yet a sincere smile never faded. In the corner of the fence, a small cat was pinned between rusty iron bars. Its voice let out a piteous, shrill cry. Without a second thought, Bima set down his broom and ran over."Take it easy, pal. I'll get you out," Bima murmured while prying the bars apart with all his might.The muscles in his arms tensed. His breath quickened. With one powerful jolt, the iron shifted wide enough. The cat leaped out and bolted away without looking back. Bima exhaled in relief, wiping the dust off his pants. Suddenly, his vision blurred. A blood-red digital projection appeared right in front of his retinas, blinking brightly.[Super Villain System detected. Initialization beginning...]Bima blinked repeatedly. He thought it was the effect of exhaustion. "What is this? Am I sleep-deprived?"[Integration complete. Welcome, Host. You are now the next Demon King candidate. First mission:

Bima froze for a moment, feeling the pulse in his temples throbbing wildly. In front of him, a group of men in black tactical gear with silver skull emblems had already surrounded them. The sound of boots crunching on the wet asphalt was intimidating. Rina was in a perfect combat stance, the dagger in her hand reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights.[Warning: Heart rate increasing. Blood oxygen decreasing. Host must immediately execute the enemy using level one destructive power to avoid elimination.]"Shut up, System! I'm not killing anyone," Bima whispered under his breath.One of the men in black stepped forward. He pulled out a stun baton that crackled with blue sparks. "Hand over the object, Miss. And you, kid, you'd better back off before we put a hole in your head."Bima felt a strange urge in the palms of his hands. It was an irrational heat sensation, as if energy wanted to burst out of his pores. He looked at Rina; her face was incredibly calm despite the imminent dange

The once-raucous orphanage hall instantly fell as silent as a grave. The children, who had been cheering moments ago, were now frozen with their mouths agape. They stared at Bima and Rina, who were standing in a completely nonsensical position. Rina’s hand was still buried deep in Bima’s pocket, and her face was flushed all the way to her ears. Bima’s own eyes were wide with shock, his heart nearly stopping from the sheer intensity of the embarrassment."Rina? What are you doing?" Bima asked, his voice hoarse. He felt as stiff as a statue being put on display in the middle of a party.Rina flinched. She pulled her hand back at lightning speed as if Bima’s pocket were a hot coal. She turned her head away, hiding her shame behind her slightly disheveled long hair. "I... I was just trying to grab something that fell! Don't get any ideas, you idiot!"[Warning: Female subject's heart rate has reached one hundred and forty bpm. Dopamine levels are surging. You have just performed an action

"I haven’t had the chance to tell you that I actually hate you because you always make me feel like I’m going crazy!" Rina continued with a hitch in her breath as the penthouse window shattered into pieces from the impact of a mini-guided missile.Bima didn’t have time to answer. He lunged toward Rina, pushing her to the floor just as a blast of fire swept through the room. Bima felt his brain throb painfully. The System in his head wailed like a broken ambulance siren.[Warning! Lethal danger! The host must activate Destroyer Mode immediately! Enemy targets number twelve, equipped with full military-grade weaponry. If the host does not act immediately, the survival probability is zero percent!]Bima scrambled to his feet. He didn't have time for fear. He stood amidst the scattered shards of glass while the attackers entered through the windows on rappelling ropes. They wore gas masks and tactical gear that looked highly professional."System, I don't want to kill them. Give me a way