10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 104- Queen’s Offerings

A woman, forgotten by most, stood near the back staircase.

She had been unlucky all evening, overlooked, dismissed.

Her hopes had been dashed hours ago when someone else took the chance she was too late to seize.

She’d been invisible, standing at the periphery of the glittering crowd, her pulse drumming a frantic beat against her throat.

But then... something shifted.

A mist, thick and red, seeped down the stairs beside her, trailing like blood-spilled wine, creeping across the floor with a quiet whisper of menace.

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She looked up—and her heart stopped.

There she was.

Barefoot. Silent. Her white gown shimmering like liquid moonlight, hugging the generous, unyielding curves of her hips and breasts. Her silver hair fell like a cascading river, gleaming beneath the chandelier’s cold light.

Her eyes—those eyes, glowing crimson with the weight of centuries—scanned the crowd, and everyone in the room felt it: a heavy, suffocating wave of pressure, of power, that pressed down on their very souls, making knees weak and breaths hitch.

The music faltered.

The ghostly band continued to play, but their tune twisted, as if their instruments had become fingers on bone, creating sounds not of melody but of discomfort, of something broken.

The crowd was frozen.

And then, without warning, the woman at the back began to run.

Her body moved before her mind could process it—her feet pounding the floor, weaving through dancers, her breath quickening as panic and an inexplicable, dark thrill rose inside her.

"Who is that?" a whisper passed through the crowd.

"What is she doing?!" another voice gasped, and the whispers began to swell like a storm, but none of them could act fast enough.

The Queen stood at the foot of the stairs, her gaze fixed, unblinking, on the woman as she sprinted toward her.

The crowd parted instinctively, fear, awe, and an undeniable pull of attraction pushing them aside.

The woman reached the base of the stairs and dropped to her knees in front of the Queen, her thighs trembling as she looked up at the intimidating, sensual figure. Her voice shook as she whispered, "My lady, please—bless me."More than a century ago, the arrival of strange stone gates of various shapes brought forth an unusual leaking of energy, which began to transmute humans, slowly awakening a strange kind of energy within them.

Given this power, which was once fixed and did not awaken further, it was considered akin to superheroes without some leveling system; it made people, driven by their fantasies, start wearing capes and act as heroes, naturally striving to become someone who earned fame through popularity.

However, things did not remain as simple as that. The mutations led to the emergence of several mutated beasts and insects, causing every creature to transform into monsters.

This instantly turned my friends into superheroes who became famous for acquiring powers. Soon, it became a battle of life and death.

Those heroes who had once thought life would be much easier with superpowers now faced the onslaught of monsters.

With the establishment of several organizations to manage these heroes, the Hero Association came into existence.

With fewer heroes and an increasing number of monsters, a significant economic shift occurred in the world, where normal weapons proved ineffective, except for missiles, which naturally had their limitations.

This led humans to rely on superheroes.

However, naturally, where there is light, there is also shadow.

Those who awakened powers did not always choose the path of heroes; some turned into what are referred to as supervillains.

This led to the establishment of the Villain Syndicate and other organizations supporting villains. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

In conclusion, this all created a system filled with superheroes and supervillains, with a massive shift in power and economics toward them, alongside the arrival of inhuman powerhouses.

But....

Even before the advent of these superheroes and humanity’s realization of their existence and technology, there existed a kind far stronger than humans for thousands of years.

They have traversed through life as ancient nobility or the wealthiest individuals of the present day, hidden behind the curtain.

A race that remained concealed, or more likely ignored by humans, who did not even consider the existence of beings far stronger than themselves.

It was vampires.

They existed throughout time, holding powers far beyond what humans or superheroes possessed.

For example, eternal life or something similar.

Superheroes age and vanish over time unless they possess an ability like de-aging; however, vampires exist because they are far superior.

Among them is the royal lineage.

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"Urgh!"

A long, heavy breath filled the room, suspending it in dread as in front of them stood a member of that royal lineage. The sheer, white nightgown she wore did nothing to hide the intimidating, sensual curve of her hips or the heavy swell of her breasts.

And then—like lightning—the Queen’s hand shot forward, her pale, perfectly manicured fingers curling around the kneeling woman’s skull with unnatural speed.

The room gasped in shock.

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"Aaar—SCKLKT!"

The woman’s eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat, her chest heaving against her tight corset. But before she could scream, before she could even register what was happening, the Queen’s fingers twisted.

Crack.

A sickening sound of bones breaking filled the room, and in one violent motion, the Queen ripped the woman’s head clean off her shoulders.

Blood gushed—hot, thick, and blinding—splattering across the floor and misting over the Queen’s bare thighs and sheer white gown. The gossamer fabric instantly clung to her, the warm red wetness turning the silk fully translucent against her chest, clearly outlining the hard, peaking buds of her nipples beneath.

The headless body twitched once, then crumpled, a final spasm of life. The woman’s severed neck sprayed more blood, painting the Queen’s slender hands red.

The guests... did not scream.

They did not flee.

They stood frozen, paralyzed—not by fear of death, but by the horrifying realization that death was not their fate.

No, not death. Not the sweet release.

They would become food.

The headless woman’s body jerked once more, the last flickers of life fading as the Queen brought the woman’s head to her lips.

Without a pause, her plump lips parted and she bit into the soft, exposed throat. The blood flowed thick, rich, alive—spilling from the severed neck into the Queen’s mouth, staining her lips a deep crimson. A stray drop escaped, trailing down her slender neck and sliding sensually into the deep, pale valley of her cleavage.

The room was silent. Horrified. Paralyzed.

And then it hit.

"We’re not... we’re not chosen," someone whispered, voice breaking. "She didn’t even look at us—NO!"

"We’re just food!" another cried out, panic choking their voice.

"RUN!" someone screamed. "SHE’S GOING TO EAT US! RUN!"

But the doors—those doors, that everyone had been trying to reach—remained sealed.

The butlers—the servants in black who had been smiling through it all—opened their eyes.

A sick, twisted smile spread across their unnaturally handsome faces, and their teeth gleamed like daggers. Their eyes turned from dull to predatory hunger.

They moved.

Fast. Unbearably fast.

A man’s scream was cut short as his throat was ripped open. A woman’s desperate attempts to flee met the crushing weight of hands on her skull, her expensive silk dress tearing to reveal her soft, bare thighs as her body was dragged across the floor like a ragdoll.