Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Pushing to the Top

His gaze landed on Vaelira.

"You’re leading the rest of our group. Twelve people under you. I want a number. How many points can you guarantee from your squad without suffering a single member’s death?"

The word guarantee sat heavily in the air.

"I don’t need to say it," Kaiden continued, and his tone dropped just enough to make the curse in her chest pulse, "but you won’t have a repeat of Leon. Is that clear?"

Vaelira’s breath caught.

Leon.

The swordsman. Mid-tier. Competent enough to be useful, expendable enough to be sacrificed.

It had worked. The boss died. Leon died too.

Clean math. Acceptable losses.

"You won’t sacrifice a member of your team because you feel like it. Instead, you will go out of your way to use your powers as the Arcane Puppeteer to build walls of bodies between the enemy and your subordinates. Corpse shields, animated barriers, whatever it takes. You work with Diaz to ensure no one dies." His eyes didn’t leave hers. "Understood?"

Vaelira held his gaze.

The guilt she was supposed to feel about Leon didn’t surface. It never had. She wasn’t built that way, and she knew it. What she felt instead was the cold, clinical acknowledgment that burning a teammate for marginal tactical advantage was a losing strategy when the death penalty was ten thousand points. One corpse erased the equivalent of two hundred level-fifty kills. The math didn’t math.

She’d have reached that conclusion on her own eventually. Probably already had.

"I might be a terrible mix of a traitorous bitch and a dumb blonde in your eyes, but I’m not retarded," she said, returning a lot of sass to her voice. "I can do basic math."

Kaiden grinned, not of approval. It was the grin of a man who knew exactly what kind of person was sitting across from him and had calibrated his expectations accordingly.

"Good," he said. "Then give me the number."

...

Vaelira talked.

The specifics of what followed, zone projections, kill-rate estimates, efficiency thresholds based on her squad’s composition and power levels, blurred into the background noise of a working breakfast. Plates emptied. Glasses were refilled. Alice fell asleep on Kaiden’s shoulder at some point during the discussion of optimal monster-tier targeting, and nobody bothered to wake her.

By the time the conversation wound down, Vaelira’s plate was empty.

She stared at it.

The sandwich was gone. The eggs were gone. The sliced peppers, the ones Alice had butchered into uneven strips under Alexandra’s patient guidance, were gone.

She’d eaten all of it.

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