"Wh… what." Amanda slowly opened and closed her eyes. She closed and opened them twice to ensure she understood what had happened moments prior. Amanda ran back her plan in her head to verify that it worked.

Amanda had come up with a clever scheme. Mars wore sound-canceling headphones; she wouldn't be able to hear Amanda as long as she was sneaky about it. From there, it was a matter of a coordinated attack.

Amanda had given her movements thought while priming her next move. Mars was a well-known figure in the magical warrior world; her helmet was the source of all her power. If Amanda could slip her fingers around that helmet, perhaps she could pull it off? The best place to grip would be right under the visor, where a gap opened up in her skin. Amanda would have the Reflecthives lift on the helmet simultaneously as her claws wrapped around the helmet.

There were several holes in her plan. She had no idea that the headphones and helmet were different artifacts. When her Reflecthives gripped onto the hero's helmet to tug it off, they took her headphones instead. At that moment, they lost the element of surprise, and she had to improvise a clever quip. To her surprise, the joke seemed to have startled the magical warrior.

With the gap opened by her jest, Amanda could wrap her fingers around that helmet and pry it free. That was the plan, of course, but she'd missed the second flaw in her scheme. Was the helmet light and easy to lift? No, that thing was made of gold. Not just any gold, pure gold. She was not lifting that thing anytime soon. She hadn't exercised in years, and now she was being asked to lift something weighty and dense. So she awkwardly held her fingers there, pressed against the warrior and breathing heavily.

Then all of... that happened. There was an extremely suspicious tone to that warrior's voice. Maybe Amanda should have realized that she was dealing with a pervert the moment she'd heard it, but the second 'more' solidified it. And then she had the nerve to try and steal Amanda's lips?!

"Uuu… I cannot be a pure maiden. I am forever stained." Amana crouched on the ground, trembling on all fours. That was a kiss! It was her first kiss ever, and some pervert stole it! How was she going to explain this to her future wife?

Oh, who was she kidding? Amanda was entirely off the market. Nobody could ever love anything as dark and twisted as her, even if Amanda had the cutest face in the world. Women don't care about looks these days. All they cared about was personality. Amanda lacked any kind of personality! Who would want her but perverts and weirdoes like that warrior, Mars?

Her heart was destroyed by the revelation her hero might be just like her. A foul engine of crude thoughts and feelings. Oh, the horror— that a divine like Mars could be brought so low? Even worse, that she had been the one to destroy that magnificent façade? It had to be her fault; nobody else would have broken that girl as she had.

oh my tangles.

that was the funniest thing i've seen in years.

are you going to be this entertaining forever?

i've never seen someone chase a magical warrior away with cringe damage alone.

"I'm a monster. I've corrupted Nebulossom Mars! I shall never be able to wash away this shame, Calico!" Amanda sobbed and hugged the screen.

don't get your panties in a bunch,

amanda.

you're a villain.

you take whatever wins you can get!

and this was a definite win.

so few Malice ever defeat their natural counterparts.

so?

n/as?

will you acknowledge her efforts?

Hmph. I do not require an error telling me how to do my job. Your input is unnecessary.

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Amanda, you have succeeded at defeating a hero vastly above your tier of strength!

In recognition of your efforts, you will be significantly rewarded.

Utilize this opportunity, and grow into the greatest villain this world has ever seen!

Greater than Calico, please.

bite me.

Your plunder:

[Reverse Sound Engineer][ART 2] - Headphones that are impossible to remove by their wearer. The only sounds that can penetrate are those of their owner, who need not be wearing them. I warned Mars about relying on these.

and now she shall reap what she has sown.

imagine her growth!

no need to hide behind these any longer.

…indeed. Despite the foul creature you are, your services are necessary to ensure this planet's Divinity grows correctly. This will be a good thing for Mars.

"Ominous… um, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but is this all there is?" Amanda wonders what she would do with headphones that only let her voice filter in. They seemed useless to her. "I have other Magical Warriors to fight, and a pair of headphones isn't going to do the job.

The remaining spoils are as such.

+100 KMP. Pronounced Kayempi.

nobody is pronouncing it that way.

'kamp' is hip!

get with the times,

grandma!

Unfortunately, your reserves cap out at 40 KMP due to Patience limitations. The remaining KMP will go towards restoring damage done to the House of Black Mirror.

"Oh. That's too bad." Amanda fidgeted with locks of brown hair on her head. She feels pleased that her home is getting a touch-up; the damage Mars managed to inflict was substantial. But 40 KMP still felt much too little to work with in the scheme of things.

Lastly, you will receive 1 SP and 2 PC. Please spend it wisely and continue to temper the warriors of Humanity. After your last slip-up, I have installed a confirmation window to prevent further clumsiness.

"S-sorry." Amanda's face burned a bright red. The system had noticed her mistake.

There are no issues. You are still a loved child of mine. Please proceed to make your next purchase.

Amanda took a deep breath, trying to hide her flustered face. "Alright. Let's see what attractions we have to pick from."

[Tyrant-Only, Dungeon Only] [Inevitable Drop] - Blood travels slower than the skin which contains it. Your black ichor is blood of its own; a chain that slowly drags them to the top of a hill. The foundations of the Inevitable Drop are those of rails and screams as blood leeches to the brain. Your Aspect gains [Chains], [Euphorias], and [Blood].

[Tyrant-Only, Dungeon Only] [Pit of Love] - You are the pit that lovers descend into as they step further into madness. An ominous vessel rides upon the black water; it is the relationship and yours to sink or float. The foundations of the Pit of Love are bled from rose-tinted glass. Your Aspect gains [Holes], [Darkness], and [Relationships].

[Tyrant-Only, Dungeon Only] [Funnel of Feasts] - Several bites lead to addiction. Eyes open wide and flush with color, and sugar composes the veins of those who open lips. The foundations of the Funnel of Feasts are deep fried and battered in a layer of popcorn and slush. Your Aspect gains [Frost], [Oils], and [Addictions].

[Tyrant-Only, Dungeon Only] [Flood of Dammed] - Contracts cannot be formed without a foundation of trust. Water will overwhelm and erode all caution, throwing it to the wind. The foundations of the Flood of Dammed are those of calculating devils, damp and sliding along carpets of wishes. Your Aspect gains [Demons], [Floods], and [Contracts].

[Tyrant-Only, Dungeon Only] [Mass Cult] - There is nothing Malice cannot corrupt. Faith is among those things left to be subverted, and the human mind's flexibility will enable its occupation. The foundations of the Mass Cult are those of masks and images wrapped around human skin, falsities spread through cuteness. Your Aspect gains [Mascots], [Masks], and [Faith].