Encountering the Avatar of the God of Desire Again!

A City, Defectors' office base.

The Puppet Demon Person sat on a broad black iron throne, the puppet mask on his face utterly expressionless. Only his eyes revealed an ever-present gloom.

Below him, a masked Defector in a black uniform was bent over as he delivered his report. His body trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with unease.

"Sir, I've just learned that the magical girl Golden Yellow somehow obtained an antidote. Not only did she cure Crimson of the Pink Potion, but she also destroyed more than a dozen Miasma Core Devices we had placed throughout A City..."

The moment he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire underground space plummeted to freezing.

The Puppet Demon Person's hand on the throne's armrest suddenly clenched, his knuckles turning white.

"What did you say?!"

He shot to his feet, his voice like grinding shards of metal, brimming with towering rage.

"She actually found a way to cure the Pink Potion, and she destroyed more than a dozen of my devices?!"

The Black Defector's legs went weak with fright. He hurriedly nodded, his voice trembling.

"Y-Yes, sir. Our people couldn't stop her at all. What should we do now?"

According to the original plan, the Miasma Cores mixed into the Pink Potion had been meant to deal with the magical girls, making them lose control and embarrass themselves, completely destroying their image in the citizens' eyes.

But now, Golden Yellow had thrown the entire plan into disarray. The Puppet Demon Person would surely vent his anger on his subordinates.

Yet unexpectedly, after his furious outburst, the Puppet Demon Person calmed down instead. He sat back on his throne and sank into thought.

He spoke slowly, his tone flat.

"Forget it. Put this matter aside for now."

The Black Defector abruptly raised