What do you mean my cute disciples are Yanderes?

(Lian Li POV)

"Is it just me or…"

"That Master looks distracted? You're not the only one, Lian Li," Kiyomi replied as we watched Master glance at the stalls with disinterest.

In fact, Master seemed to keep forgetting that Hua bitch's name too.

"Ara? I understand now, it's Master's way of showing how inferior these pieces of trash are to the point that He isn't even remotely interested in them! As expected of Master~" Manami giggled.

Oh! That makes much more sense! Master is always several steps ahead of us!

At that moment, Master turned back to look at us, "Hmm? Is something wrong, girls?"

Ahhh~ His gaze! It makes me feel so loved!

"Not at all, Master~" All three of us swooned.

"Well, is there anything else around here that catches your eye?"

Those words have become synonymous to 'who shall we punish next' within this bazaar itself.

After Master dealt with the first trash, we had continued to stroll through the area and Master would let us point out specific pieces of trash who had looked down on us before. We would then make that particular trash's life hell and there was absolutely nothing they could do about it.

Anyone who even tries to fight back was quickly put in their place by us with Master watching on dispassionately to show just how insignificant they really were.

A few of them even thought they were smart by trying to group up against us and we showed how terrible that idea was by having Kiyomi freeze them in place before beating them up mercilessly.

Several of them then decided it might be a good idea for them to leave the place but Master made it impossible for anyone else to leave after we requested it from Him. Now they're all stuck in this little cage of ours~

I noticed one of the stall owners hanging his head down to avoid looking at us in order to hide himself, which only made me more curious as to who he was.

I immediately tugged on Master's sleeve, "Master! This one looks interesting!"

Master let Himself be guided towards what was obviously some kind of food store, the stall owner flinching the moment he realised he was to be our next target.

He finally lifted his head and it took me a moment to remember that he was the host of the restaurant we had met that Hei boy at.

He may have been respectful to us on the surface back then, but once the rumours started to spread, his disdain for us also resurfaced which was especially annoying when we were trying to enjoy our time with Master.

Before we could even say anything, the trash was already sneering at us, "What do you want? Are you here to make fun of another person trying to make an honest living?"

"Ara ara? Honest living? Despite the tips we left you, you still acted like a piece of trash and you say you're trying to live honestly? Ufufufu~ There is a limit to being contemptuous, you know?" Manami giggled mirthlessly.

"You think just because you have a little bit of power, you can go around acting like you own the place?"

Kiyomi tilted her head at him, "Is that not what all of you have been doing so far? Don't you think it's a little hypocritical of you to say that to us once the tables are turned?"

"Hmph! Did you even participate in the tournament? I bet all of you simply ran away with your tails between your legs! You wouldn't be this arrogant if you were in front of people who have actual power!"

"Oh? And I suppose this Hua girl is one of the powerless ones?" I pointed to the woman who was busy shivering in fear behind our Master right now.

It really does surprise me how anyone can deny facts just to enforce their own delusions. I suppose fiction is easier to accept than fact most of the time.

"It's obvious you have threatened her in some way! All of you will regret doing this!"

Before I could ask just how he thought we would regret it, someone started shouting at the other end of the bazaar.

"The Gods are coming! The Gods are coming!"

The trash's scowl flipped into a smirk, "Ha! Looks like karma has come to knock on your door! I hope you're all ready to prostrate yourself to the real Divine beings!"

Ugh… I want to punch him in the face…

Everyone turned their attention to see an entire congregation of Gods floating into the bazaar. The girls and I already knew why they were here but everyone else thought the Gods were simply here to visit tha bazaar.

"So… So many Gods are visiting us this year?!"

"Uwah! I'm definitely going to catch one of the God's eyes with my wares! I'm going to be set for life!"

"No way… Even the Three Great Gods are visiting us? We are truly fortunate this year!"

Such whispers were being thrown around the bazaar but the most numerous one was still about us.

"Now those arrogant bastards are going to pay!"

"I want to see them punished!"

"Rip off their limbs!!"

It took all I had to not laugh out loud at those words, even the trash in front of us was smirking at us while muttering such words.

We waited patiently for the Gods to stroll through the bazaar, giving the other trash some passing glances until they found us.

"All Creator!!"

"Daddy!!"

"All Father!!"

As expected, they immediately rushed towards Master and started clamouring around Him, begging for His attention.

Just like the time back in the arena, all the trash around us went silent at the scene, their tiny brains unable to comprehend just what was going on in front of them.

I turned to see the restaurant host had his mouth agape, his eyes widening comically at the sight of the Gods practically worshipping the one he thought was trash right in front of everyone.

What made it even better was the fact that Master was so casual about it, as though their presence didn't bother Him at all and merely just answered them with some pats on their heads.

I then went ahead to address everyone else within the bazaar, "So… Who was saying something about us arrogant bastards paying for something?"

Almost immediately, the sounds of several hundred people falling to their knees to prostrate to us was heard.

That's right, bow to Master you worthless pieces of trash!!

I pulled up the host by his collar, the man looking up at me fearfully.

"You might want to clench your teeth."

He didn't even get to respond before lightning blasted out from the air to smash into his face, blowing him away to crash into the ground.

The best part was that the Gods barely even paid attention to the commotion here, opting to continue clamouring around Master instead.

He groaned and rolled over onto his back, giving me the perfect opportunity to step on his crotch.

"Pathetic little trash," I spat before moving my foot back to kick him in between the legs.

Leaving him there to groan in pain, I turned back to the rest of the bazaar.

Now... Who was the one who wanted our limbs torn again?!