Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Miranda's Shocking Suicide
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Why the Libertarian ticket?
Do-hyun's declaration to run for LA mayor sent ripples across the entire United States.
It wasn't some podunk town—this was America's second city, one of the symbols of the nation alongside New York and Chicago.
Yet, as the forum posts showed, few people actually thought he'd win.
Then, public opinion flipped upside down.
America went wild over the hottest hero in the country, Genocider, teaming up with Hollywood's superstar.
Ugh, my goddess! But if it's Genobro, I can accept it. Rooting for the power couple.
America's entertainment culture differed from Korea's. They produced and devoured gossip with fervor, especially scandals between superstars.
It's not just running mates? Paparazzi caught them acting like lovers—one photo, undeniable.
⤷ I'd vote for Genobro and the Hollywood goddess over those rotten politicians any day.
Countless people hailed the duo as the coupling of the century, cheering wildly. Meanwhile, Do-hyun...
"...Ah, I screwed up."
Scratched his head with a troubled look.
In the suite of a top-tier boutique hotel frequented by stars seeking discreet trysts, his "partner" (?)—Hollywood goddess Miranda Cullen—stuck out her tongue like an idiot, drooling vacantly.
Here's what happened.
It wasn't Do-hyun's fault.
'I tried so hard. Do you know how much I suffered holding back my appetite?'
The Yi race, residents of the Outer Gods.
They were all horrific, but each subspecies had its quirks.
The ones he'd seen before treated humans like livestock.
The bunch he planned to visit soon enjoyed torturing humans as materials or test subjects for their "art."
The demon elves toyed with humans like playthings, discarding them like crushed bugs once bored.
'They approached me to mock me and enslave me.'
Cecil said she hadn't targeted Miranda from the start. They were scouting Hollywood stars for a running mate when Miranda reached out first.
After that, Miranda aggressively pursued Do-hyun, deploying her demon elf charms.
Each time, his appetite surged wildly, but Do-hyun held back.
Because something mattered more than a "delicious meal."
'I need to seize Hollywood through this.'
One reason Do-hyun chose LA among many cities was Hollywood.
Soft power.
Controlling media was crucial for his future plans.
He'd planned to take Hollywood after the election, but order didn't matter.
So he resisted temptation to avoid rash feasting that could ruin everything... but this mess was entirely her fault!
'I really didn't do anything.'
When her brainwashing failed to take hold, Miranda panicked and overplayed her hand.
Today, in the hotel, she unleashed Mind Domination, a potent demon elf technique turning targets into puppets.
She even threw in a physical seduction assault.
Revulsion mixed with raging hunger; Do-hyun overreacted slightly.
He'd layered Soul Pressure too thick.
"F-Forgive my... impertinence... g-great one... M-Mercy... p-please... have... mercy..."
"Hey, snap out of it."
"Kyaaaaah!! Sp-Spare... n-no, I am lowly... offer me as your sacrifice...!! Aaah... great one..."
Miranda shrieked in terror.
A mental backlash from failed manipulation—like when he'd shattered Pierrot's mind upon arriving in America.
'Even for lower-tier ones, how is her mind this fragile?'
As her terrified piss soaked his shoes, Do-hyun grimaced.
Then Cecil appeared.
"...Master?"
He'd called her for cleanup.
As he started explaining, Cecil reacted unexpectedly.
"You filthy beach bitch! So you finally showed your true colors!"
"...Cecil?"
"She tried to assault you, so you defended yourself, right? Well done! I'll handle the mess! Her eyes on you were off from the start—she dared eye your purity, which even I haven't claimed?! Your first is mine!"
"No...?"
In truth, Cecil had disliked Miranda since the couple charade proposal.
Devil Cultists sometimes showed possessive jealousy toward their master—it seemed like that.
"Calm down. There's something you need to know."
Do-hyun gave a rough explanation.
"So, Miranda's part of some villain family controlling Hollywood and entertainment from the shadows?"
The Yi race wasn't public knowledge yet, so Cecil approximated it as a villain family.
"What exactly did these demon elves do wrong?"
"Hear it from her. Speak."
At Do-hyun's command, Miranda trembled and babbled incoherently.
"They used media for mass brainwashing, making suicide trendy among kids! Fanatics sacrificed family lives for me, gave all their wealth, offered souls at death altars! And...!!"
Cecil looked speechless.
"...Is this bitch telling the truth?"
"Probably."
In a villain-dominated world, brutal crimes exploded daily, pleasure killers abounded.
Yet Miranda's confession was a whole other level of atrocity.
"Why... do such things...?"
"Tell her yourself."
Miranda glanced nervously at Do-hyun.
"...Because it's fun."
Cecil's face hardened.
Ecstasy laced Miranda's voice. Still drooling idiotically, she screamed in madness.
"Ahh. Toying with bugs is pure bliss. Dragging them to the bottom, making them kill each other, writhing in despair—exhilarating...!"
Do-hyun watched impassively.
Typical Yi race behavior.
Cecil, shocked, stayed silent for a long while.
"...Are all demon elves like this?"
"Worse, if anything."
Miranda wasn't the leader of Hollywood's demon elves—just a front.
'Not a sub-noble pretender, but a real noble likely lurks.'
Like the Washington vampire, a sub-noble.
"Master knew she was a villain and partnered anyway... to wipe out Hollywood's demon elves?"
"Yeah."
More precisely, to use them to seize Hollywood.
'Normally, taking Hollywood wouldn't be easy.'
Thanks to the demon elves, an easier path opened.
"I'll crush them and make Hollywood kneel. What's the best way?"
He had ideas but asked Cecil.
She pondered, then spoke.
"I need to know what you can do for a precise plan. What's your limit?"
"Anything you can imagine."
"Not ability-wise. How much blood are you willing to spill?"
"Hm?"
"You're running for mayor. Bad PR could hurt. Remind everyone you're a villain."
Genocider lately leaned hero.
But Do-hyun smirked.
"You're misunderstanding. Genocider was never a hero."
Kim.
Genocider.
Everyone guessed they were the same, but he separated them—not just for legal cover.
Kim as the "hero" saving America in the light.
Genocider as the "villain" purging its rot in the shadows.
"I'm not aiming to be a saintly goody-two-shoes. I plan to rule through fear."
Popularity?
Necessary, sure.
But for absolute dominion: fear. Awe. Reverence.
Americans would worship him that way.
"No worries about the election. I'll win."
Thinking of the "disaster" in LA, but Cecil surprised him.
"No, there's a way to spill blood and still win mayor—kneel Hollywood too."
"How?"
Cecil outlined her strategy. Do-hyun smirked.
'Who’s the real bad guy here?'
His plan was vicious enough.
Hers matched overall but topped in details.
A method fitting the Devourer of Evil Destruction.
That night.
The world erupted.
Shocking events piled up lately, but this topped them.
Hollywood goddess Miranda Cullen had killed herself.