10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 56- It Can’t be Nano

"Master..."

Darithi stood rigidly outside the heavy mahogany door, her posture perfectly straight but her breathing shallow. She watched intently as the tall, broad-shouldered figure of Cruxius finally exited. A heavy, unmistakable scent drifted out with him—a dark, intoxicating mix of his expensive cologne, sweat, and the lingering, sweet musk of raw intimacy.

He approached her with a lazy, sated grace, effortlessly draping his tailored coat over his slightly wrinkled white shirt. His long, calloused fingers fastened his luxury watch before dropping lower, deliberately adjusting his leather belt right over his taut, V-lined waist.

There was a noticeable hesitation in her husky voice—understandable, considering she had returned to the room half an hour ago, only to be firmly denied entry. It was something that had never happened before.

Usually, even when he brought another beautiful woman into his bed, he allowed Darithi to stay close, letting her watch or guard them. But this time, he had firmly, coldly told her to stay out of it, leaving her alone in the hallway to listen to the muffled, breathy moans and the rhythmic creak of the mattress.

"Did you get the name?" Cruxius asked, his dark eyes instantly noticing the deep hesitation and the faint, swirling confusion in her beautiful eyes.

His younger self often let Darithi stay in the room when he bent other women over his bed—maybe out of a dark habit rather than any specific voyeuristic fetish.

It was part of the deep-seated inferiority complex he had developed early on—he wanted to ruthlessly show her that he was perfectly fine without her soft body, that she was the one with the desperate problem.

Ironically, instead of making her feel guilty or inadequate, that constant physical closeness only boosted her twisted confidence. No matter whose thighs he was between, she believed he would always be around her, even if he chose to taste other women.

Love naturally dissolves once intimacy grows to a point where the primal fear of losing someone completely disappears. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

It is especially evident in couples or family members who stay together for such a long time that they start to casually think about separating. The burning love may dissolve simply because they become too accustomed to each other’s bodies and presence, getting bored without even realizing the spark has faded.

It’s the exact same reason people regret so much after a sudden loss—not to genuinely apologize, but because they simply don’t know what else to do with the gaping, empty hole left behind.

"Yes. The supervillain’s name is Stimuly. He possesses the power to drastically enhance the effects of pain, raw emotions, medicines, drugs—anything that might trigger a natural death from suicide or a fatal overdose," Darithi reported. Her tone was strictly professional, though her chest heaved slightly against her tight uniform as she relayed the information regarding the prime suspect. Cruxius had instructed her to investigate after he noticed something highly suspicious about how Thalia’s soft body had reacted.

Most likely, someone had covertly spiked her medicine.

"Stimuly? Hm. Must be a weak, pathetic villain," Cruxius murmured, his deep voice vibrating. He didn’t remember any such supervillain’s name in his past life. He closed his eyes, recalling the exact moment Thalia’s delicate, flushed body had collapsed so helplessly into his arms.

He had felt her core temperature drop and her limbs weaken—like her sensitive nerves were being numbed by some kind of heavy drug. But he had been with her the whole time. The only medicines her soft lips had swallowed were basic painkillers and her daily birth control pills.

That made him absolutely certain someone had spiked her medicine.

And since he couldn’t investigate personally—Thalia’s shivering, vulnerable body desperately needed someone warm and dominant by her side to keep her from slipping into a fatal emotional crash—he took it upon himself to keep her flushed and heavily stimulated. He had spent the last hour using his own hot skin and relentless friction to keep her blood pumping, while sending Darithi out to confirm exactly who had dared to tamper with his new toy’s meds.

"Yes. He’s a C-rank villain. No major achievements. Just takes small, dirty contracts from regular people at hefty prices," Darithi added, her eyes tracking the faint scratch marks visible on Cruxius’s neck. Stimuly was known for executing low-profile kills—convenient accidents, sudden food poisoning, drug overdoses—often contracted by commoners or even desperate elites who needed to eliminate someone in a way that seemed completely natural.

’Why would he target Thalia?’ Cruxius kept his eyes closed, his sharp mind trying to make sense of the twisted web. There were simply too many glaring questions after hearing that someone had intentionally spiked her pills.

Why would a supervillain mess with Thalia’s medicine—something not even prearranged? How could he possibly know she’d take those specific pills at that exact time?

Then something Darithi had said echoed loudly in his mind. He opened his dark, predatory eyes and asked, his large hands resting casually in his pockets, "You said he can drastically enhance emotions too... driving them to suicide, hm?"

A cold, dangerous glint sparked in his eyes. A dark, amused chuckle escaped his lips. This wasn’t nearly as simple as it first seemed.

Someone had contracted that minor villain knowing perfectly well that Thalia’s alluring figure would visit that specific hospital.

And the real intention from the start was not the spiked medicine itself. Instead, it was to violently manipulate her fragile emotions, intensify her deep-seated trauma, and force her to throw herself off that roof. But it appeared, due to his overwhelming, masculine presence around her, the psychic crossfire had changed things a bit.

’Ah no, no... the emotions definitely got intensified for someone else too...’

And right there, Cruxius realized that instead of Thalia, the very first accidental victim of the emotional attack had been the usually composed Dr. Seleyena. Given that this ability wasn’t directly offensive, merely stimulating and amplifying buried emotions and urges, it now made perfect sense why the strict doctor had gone as far as to completely break her professional character. It explained why she had approached his naked body, her face flushed crimson, practically dropping to her knees to caress his heavy, aching shaft.

The villain had definitely manipulated her environment, but her own deeply repressed emotions—like sympathy, vulnerability, and undeniable lust—had forced her to succumb to the heavy, erotic flow of the moment. Now, it all made perfect sense.

But the assassin’s plan had glaring flaws.

The visit to that hospital had been entirely random. Dr. Seleyena just happened to be on duty. Thalia’s annoying, big-breasted stepsister and her fiancé, Jake, had coincidentally shown up to cause drama. None of it was preplanned.

So, for someone to know their exact location and timing... they’d have to be tracking him live.

Not just tracking—but with a clear, calculated intent to kill the beautiful woman he was currently claiming, in a way that wouldn’t immediately arouse his suspicion. To make it seem like a tragic, emotional accident.

Who...? That was the real question. From what he knew, neither the academy dean nor Thalia’s pathetic stepmother had the financial capability—or the sheer operational time—to pull this off so flawlessly and quickly.

’Someone highly capable of live tracking. Someone who doesn’t want to openly provoke my wrath. Someone actively trying to eliminate the woman I’m currently interested in fucking. Someone who has the deep web connections to hire even minor villains this quickly, with such precise, deadly planning...’

"No... it can’t be Nano..."