Capítulo 511: A New Video
Sarah humd dreamily, still half–lost in the aweso atmosphere of their questionably sane girls’ gossipping. She just loved these two girls. Who knew she’d find her best friends by watching a gang of pornstars?
DING.
A notification chid inside all three of their awakened dia interfaces at the exact sa ti.
They froze.
Sarah blinked.
“Is that…?”
Leia leaned forward in her seat.
“No way.”
Emilia’s entire flushed face lit up as if soone flipped a switch.
At the top of all three invisible interfaces:
Valhalla’s Sinners — NEW VIDEO UPLOADED!
The girls inhaled sharply together.
And then—
“Kyaa!!”
“YESSS!!”
“WE’RE SO BACK!!”
Their voices overlapped in absolute chaos.
Their bodies stayed in their rooms, but their minds synced into the shared video call space, with three floating avatars illuminated by flickering interface windows only they could see.
Sarah was already flicking through nus.
“What is it? Is it another juicy one?”
Leia squinted.
“Maybe variety? They don’t tend to do so much raunchy stuff one after the other, sadly…”
Emilia hesitated.
“What if they’re fighting a bad enemy again? We still don’t have Calypso’s subjugation video, by the way… I wonder if Kai is keeping it for a special occasion.”
“Maybe it had parts he can’t show the public…” Sarah wondered.
But then they all noticed the sa thing at the sa ti.
“It’s only… three minutes?” Sarah said slowly.
“That’s not a Sinners length. Especially if it’s about the handso stud subjugating a demoness… He must’ve worked that chick for hours for her to be like she is…” Leia muttered.
“And the thumbnail is weird,” Emilia whispered with faintly blushing cheeks, fully aware that her friend was absolutely right. A sex tape of Kaiden, done in three minutes? Impossible. That guy needed a whole harem of horny won to satisfy his near-endless libido.
As for the thumbnail in question, it had none of the hallmarks of a Sinners release.
It wasn’t sexy.
It wasn’t chaotic.
It wasn’t even aesthetic.
Just a black background.
The title, too, made the entire group go silent.
“… It’s just titled ‘Valhalla’s Sinners’? What do they an?” Emilia breathed.
Leia shrugged lightly.
“Well. Only one way to know.”
The three girls nodded.
Together, they tapped PLAY.
…
A low, slow suspense tone humd.
There was no intro, no logo flashing, nothing.
Just…
Dozens of them.
Hundreds.
Flashing by like a storm of text, lingering just long enough to be read before being replaced by the next.
“They’re not normal. No chance.”
“Bro, are they aliens??”
“Kaiden creeps out, idc what anyone says.”
“Nah, shut up, they’re just cracked.”
“Then EXPLAIN the Bastet thing.”
“You explain it!”
“Their power levels don’t match. Sothing’s off.”
“Maybe they’re faking everything?”
“Maybe YOU’RE coping.”
“I like their videos, but the timing of all this is weird…”
“Why won’t they address the accusations?”
“Nobody can answer any real questions about them, that’s the problem.”
The montage grew faster, comnts overlapping, positive and negative mixing in a ssy tornado of uncertainty.
Confusion. Rumors. Fear. Curiosity.
Then…
Black. The whole screen beca simply black, accompanied by total silence. The contrast, from the nurous comnts to this, was an imnsely sharp change.
Then words appeared in clean, minimalist white font:
WHO ARE VALHALLA’S SINNERS?
Suddenly, the suspense music was interrupted as a heartbeat-like pulse of bass hit…
And Kaiden’s red Wrath-eyes flashed open in the dark, srizing and ominous at the sa ti. It made the girls’ breath hitch.
But the eyes were there only for a mont.
Then darkness returned, suspense rising once more.
And from the void, Maximilian’s venomous voice ca:
“The awakened group known as Valhalla’s Sinners are not the innocent upstart youngsters they appear to be…”
“They are a growing threat to society.”
The beat dropped like a heartbeat.
The video shifted imdiately, almost mockingly, into the opposite of danger.
Aria at the gym, leggings hugging every curve, ponytail bouncing as she adjusted her grip on a barbell. No nace. Just a cute fitness girl sweating confidently.
Luna ca next, hunched over her desk with one hand hamring gar-girl keys – aning, typing swear words – while the other rubbed her temple in pure irritation at her horrible teammates.
Nyx followed in an apron, humming softly while stirring a pot on the stove, happy.
“Impossible awakenings.”
The video transitioned to the four girls seated around a sushi table—their first etup. Half-laughing, half-eating, zero coordination, zero poise. Just chaos and joy as they toasted small plates and stole bites from each other.
“Four anomalies. All tied to him.”
Bastet appeared next, sprawled across a sun chair like the laziest monarch alive. Sunglasses on. Tail flicking with leisurely confidence. Absolutely no sha in sight.
“Subjugating monsters.”
Calypso bounced onto the fra like a hyperactive rabbit, glowing faintly as she hopped in tiny circles.
“Darling~ Darling~ Darling~!”
The music shifted again—light amusent replaced by sothing tighter. Tense. Rising. Pulling everything toward the next accusation.
“F-tiers… clearing a D-rank dungeon?”
The cuts hit fast, synced perfectly with the mounting pulse:
Aria’s Lunar Overload igniting the air.
Luna splitting the space before her with a single slash of her Stormblade.
Nyx spitting blood of effort as she tries to hold back the boss monster of the undead dungeon.
Bastet firing a sunlance that turned the world white.
The tension in the music thickened as the badass scenes of the girls were shown, starting as low, dragging strings that coiled tighter and tighter, until, at the peak of the beat, the screen abruptly whited out in a hard strobe of light.
The brightness vanished just as quickly, replaced by a stark black screen.
Centered on it were the words, clean and minimal:
“No caras. No tech.”
A single bass hit thumped beneath the words, feeling incredibly suspenseful as if soone was pressing a heartbeat through the speakers.
The text faded.
A new shot appeared, alongside soft music.
Aria’s face could be seen close to the cara, looking directly into it. She no longer wore clingy yoga pants but a gorgeous dress ant to impress. She leaned forward with a shy, flirty smile. She brushed a stray strand of her gorgeous silver hair behind her ear. It was the kind of gentle motion that made it look like she was greeting soone she adored.
The music thinned for a half second, becoming a fragile whisper of calm. Then the entire mood shattered.
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