10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 47- Darithi’s Fear

However, her strict manager and the massive subsidiary company belonging to the Blac family—to whom she officially belonged as a corporate superhero—would not authorize a deep dive into the details just based on her feminine intuition. If she went through official channels, it might even be detected by that unknown, powerful man, given he had the sheer capability to convince a child to lie to a hero’s face in such a short amount of time.

Who knows if he was able to track the network back to her, hunting for her traces?

She needed higher authority to get the dirty information under the table.

She quickly dialed a secure number, calling the one person she truly trusted to dig up the filth without getting caught.

"Hello," came a cold, husky, and distinctly womanly voice from the other side of the call.

"Hello, Darithi," Ytrisia murmured, her voice dropping to a low, serious timber. "I want you to do a job for me."

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Metro City

4:00 PM

Half a mile away from the broadcasting channel Poggo, a sleek fleet of luxurious cars had gathered, heavily surrounded by armed guards.

A tall, impeccably dressed man standing outside with a voluptuous woman casually waved toward a young boy, who nodded innocently before heading in the direction of the channel’s headquarters.

"...Master, I—" Darithi was about to speak, her husky voice filling the quiet, leather-scented interior of the luxury car. She glanced at Cruxius, her thighs pressed together tightly in her uniform as she thought about the earlier events—specifically, the moment they both heard the voice of a crying child inside the hospital.

At that time, after seeing the child, her master approached him with a predator’s effortless grace. Without needing to ask, he already seemed perfectly aware that the boy possessed a superpower.

While engaging in conversation with the child’s mother, Cruxius flirted casually, keeping the dark, magnetic flow steady.

Initially, Darithi assumed he was just physically interested in the woman’s curves.

However, throughout the journey—which felt more like an intimate date than simple flirting—it became chillingly clear he was subtly extracting information.

Up to that point, Darithi hadn’t doubted anything.

The woman was more than eager to speak, her face flushing and her breathing turning shallow, especially after learning that the dangerously handsome man was the sole heir of the Blac Corporation.

To Darithi, the woman seemed like a textbook gold digger—her tight clothing, flashy accessories, and desperate demeanor all screamed of someone obsessed with expensive things and powerful men.

Then, unexpectedly, Cruxius handed her one of his personal cards—along with a sleek, black credit card with absolutely no limit on expenses.

It was a shocking moment for Darithi.

Giving such a card to a random woman showed just how much dangerous favor Cruxius was willing to wield.

Even the woman seemed completely enchanted, her chest heaving as she practically ignored her own child while fawning over a stranger—looking ready to drop to her knees for the heir to one of the richest families.

Although Cruxius had already ordered his hidden guards to retrieve the card later, in that moment, the breathless woman believed she could purchase anything.

And Darithi knew she would—she had seen the raw, naked greed in her eyes.

Still, she had chosen to overlook it, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, assuming her master was simply being overly generous to impress a woman who, in Darithi’s critical opinion, looked thoroughly average compared to the stunning beauties he usually dragged into his bed.

"You want to know how I arranged those items so soon?" Cruxius asked, his deep voice slicing through the tension as he turned his broad shoulders toward Darithi and took a seat in the car.

She followed his gaze, and soon the luxury vehicle began gliding smoothly toward the hotel where they were going to pick up Thalia. They had sent the defiant girl ahead to tidy herself up—of course, with several guards to ensure she didn’t try to run away again.

"Yes," Darithi responded softly, because now the chilling realization hit her—those two to three hours of heavy flirting weren’t for the woman’s body at all. Her master had been solely focused on the superpower the boy held.

Unexpectedly, he had even known about the boy’s obscure ability in advance—centipede control, including their forced, rapid growth.

After that, noticing that he wanted to give a ’gift’ to the boy, he purchased several heavy items that were not things one could casually buy. Furthermore, those items were delivered swiftly through untraceable, dark channels.

Those weren’t ordinary tools; they were lethal, military-grade weapons forged from the alloy used in the shell of an evolved centipede, a monster that stood as tall as a three-story building. The sheer, terrifying implication stunned her.

It was the first major shock for her.

"Arcanix Market, Villain Zone," Cruxius muttered lazily, his dark eyes still fixed outside the tinted window.

He recalled how he got a perfect chance to send some explosive presents to the broadcasting company owned by one of his old, unfriendly rivals, all thanks to a small opportunity he stumbled upon in the hospital.

The system’s analysis had instantly revealed the boy’s latent abilities. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

After all, during his dark journey, Cruxius had discovered one very peculiar, twisted truth—it was far easier to manipulate naive children, brainwash them, and lead them to commit atrocities.

Children weren’t even aware of the difference between truth and lies, especially if they had a pathetic parent like that woman—greedy, unfit, and entirely uninterested in her son beyond the leverage his powers gave her.

These small, pathetic details made the child a prime, malleable target for Cruxius.

Knowing that the self-righteous superhero organization wouldn’t dare harm a child, Cruxius had specifically directed the boy to attack the Poggo Channel headquarters to give a grand, destructive greeting announcement for a new supervillain—he would choose a fitting name sometime later.

’!’

"M-Master!" Darithi looked back, completely thunderstruck. Her plush lips parted as the source of the items hit her like a second, physical wave of shock.

But now, realizing that those seemingly defensive weapons were procured from the online black market—one strictly run by psychotic villains, where only the most dangerous, highly illegal items were sold, hidden away through advanced tech similar to the dark web but far more elusive—made her blood run cold.

It wasn’t just strictly forbidden; it was completely untouchable by regular humans.

And the idea that her powerful master was willingly stepping into such deeply dangerous territory left her anxious, her slender frame almost trembling beneath her uniform.

Her urgent words, however, met only a blank, heavy stare from Cruxius. Looking at her flushed face, he gave a small, amused sigh before saying plainly,

"You’re being loud, Darithi."

"Oh... I’m sorry, Master," Darithi quickly replied, instinctively bowing her head, deeply submissive to his dominant tone.

She realized how loud her husky voice had been in the car—especially due to its heavy soundproof design, which restricted all outside noise and made the intimate interior feel intensely private. The dark sense of tension had amplified everything, making her acutely aware of his masculine presence.

Clenching her fists in her lap, she forced her racing heart to calm before speaking again,

"But Master, you shouldn’t involve yourself with the Villain Market... It’s too dangerous."