10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 40- Thalia’s Death
"Then why do those family members still try to find regret in their eyes?" Cruxius asked, smiling faintly toward Darithi, his large hands tucked casually into his pockets.
They were on the tenth floor now.
The open windows nearby let in a fresh, cool breeze that fluttered his dark hair and pressed Darithi’s crisp shirt flush against her skin, subtly tracing the lace outline of her bra. She noticed the nurses and passing women flushing as they stole hungry, lingering glances at Cruxius’s handsome, aristocratic profile and broad shoulders.
But she was used to his natural magnetism, so she ignored it.
"Because they see those killers through their own lens. If they were in the criminal’s place, they would’ve regretted it," Darithi explained, her voice dropping a fraction with a subtle huskiness.
It was a normal trait of kind people—to expect others to seek forgiveness, simply because they themselves would have.
"Does that show how pathetic those people are?" Cruxius asked thoughtfully, his tone neutral, contrasting the heavy words he said.
He was more interested in hearing Darithi’s take, especially as they reached the stairs leading up to the eleventh floor.
Yeah—no lift. Just stairs. A bit of passive exercise that gave Cruxius a perfect view of the gentle, hypnotic sway of Darithi’s hips whenever she stepped slightly ahead of him.
"No. It just shows how kind they are. They may betray—but they’ll regret their choices once they realize them," she said without hesitation. She wasn’t treating it as a weakness. More like defending herself.
Because she had deeply regretted her own choices.
Brought up in an orphanage, her childhood was laced with brutal competition to survive—she had always pushed herself to be noticeable among the crowd, desperately training her initially unremarkable body until it blossomed into the athletic, supple figure she possessed now.
Ytrisia was different; she was the top candidate to be noticed by the Young Master of the Blac family, who wanted to have a superpower holder bodyguard for himself—or more accurately, a private playmate.
The butler of the Blac family was the orphanage’s godfather, and when he announced that the young master of the Blac family might choose someone from among them, it was a golden opportunity for someone as driven as her.
She’d done everything to grab his attention.
From being a child to her teenage days, she’d gone to extremes.
Whenever any girl tried to approach him, she removed them, one by one—doing whatever it took to make him look only at her.
Until it all came back to bite her the very night she finally claimed the boy for herself, surrendering her innocence to him in a tangle of heated sheets and desperate moans when they both turned 18.
It was a punishment for the death of a 17-year-old girl, which came like a heavy curse upon her.
She had destroyed a life a year ago before she first eloped with Cruxius.
’...I was definitely not kind...’, Darithi’s gaze lowered, her slender fingers twitching as she closed her eyes for a moment, the dark memories flooding back.
One girl—who simply wanted to be friends with Cruxius—had taken her own life in front of her after Darithi had relentlessly harassed her to the point of extreme despair.
And maybe the realization truly hit Darithi when she came to understand her newly developed aversion to physical touch, especially the raw, passionate intimacy she had once craved so deeply from him.
She took it as a curse. A mark of guilt. A heavy price for the life she had ruined. Though she didn’t think about it often, the bitter regret still lived inside her chest.
So no—those who realize their mistakes aren’t weak. She wasn’t weak. And neither was anyone who dared to ask for forgiveness.
It’s just that her own mistakes left no one for her to repent to or ask for forgiveness from, which she now compensated for by completely ignoring every beautiful woman her master pulled into his bed.
She just stopped herself from doing what she did to that girl, or everyone before her.
She could not bring herself to leave his side—she had fallen for him too deeply, her body and soul already branded by his presence. So she simply stayed beside him, ruthlessly suffocating her old, possessive personality that had wanted to lock him away and ride him until he could think of no one else.
She had even achieved it, in a way—he loved her. If not more than the others, then at least as an equal.
But the dark curse that lingered over her constantly reminded her that there was no hope for a normal, exclusive future together.
She should just let him be with whatever woman he wanted, so that, by enduring it, she could remain by his side forever.
"And what do you do to make someone evil regret their choices?" Cruxius asked, his voice a low purr. He already knew the answer.
Still, he stretched his broad back, feeling the strain of climbing, the movement pulling his shirt tight across his defined chest muscles. He took a seat on the nearby step, his long legs spread dominantly as he stared through the open glass window.
He was already pondering how he’d deal with Thalia’s soft, defiant body. He’d make her thoroughly regret making him walk up ten flights of stairs.
He was definitely going to punish her for running away this time, perhaps bending her over his knee or pinning her flush against a wall.
"Instead of regretting their crimes," Darithi said, her voice sharp, snapping him from his thoughts, "one should make them regret their very existence. They should regret even coming into this world—"
Swoosh
Bam!
A single, terrifying sound ripped through the quiet stairwell. Darithi’s breath caught, her eyes tracking the sudden, sharp reflection in her master’s dark pupils.
Reflected there was the undeniable image of a familiar, slender woman’s body plummeting violently past the glass window.
The composed, lazy mask shattered instantly as those mirror-like eyes widened in sheer horror, tearing a visceral, desperate yell from his throat.
"THALIA!"
