10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 65- Declaration to the head of the family.

Chapter 65: Chapter 65- Declaration to the head of the family.

With meticulous, dominating care, he bent Alvian’s violently thrashing body forward, casually folding him like a pathetic puppet with snapped strings.

The dark fabric of his suit jacket, expertly utilized, wound tighter—binding Alvian’s blood-slick wrists mercilessly against his ankles, the heavy leverage forcing his jaw open and the gag deeper into his mouth.

A single, masterful long loop.

A hard, biting knot.

One tailored suit. One ruined man, completely and utterly restrained.

"Struggling suits you," Cruxius commented lightly, his dark eyes trailing over the bound figure almost like an afterthought as he tightened the final, brutal knot, pinning Alvian like a trussed, helpless animal on the floor.

Only then, after lazily admiring his own dark handiwork for a second, did Cruxius casually untie the gag, letting the ruined fabric fall away from Alvian’s bleeding mouth.

Instantly, a visceral roar burst out.

"You bastard!! You piece of shit!!—!" Alvian bellowed, warm blood spraying from the corners of his torn lips as his voice tore itself raw in the quiet room.

"You fucking rat—I’ll kill you—I’ll—I’ll rip your fucking throat—!!"

The raw, bleeding fury in his words was broken only by his own body’s pathetic betrayal; every desperate howl of rage sent blinding jolts of agony shooting through his arms. His wrists were useless, his tendons completely torn and oozing onto the floor.

"AAARGH—!!"

He screamed again, high and harsh, his heavy body twisting, head thrashing, his voice ragged and wild with sheer panic.

The burning pain—the absolute helplessness—the utter, degrading humiliation—

It all twisted tightly inside his chest until it burst out in an ugly, primal sound of defeat.

He wanted his armed guards.

The loyal secretaries.

Anyone.

But no one came.

And that’s when, mid-scream, a single, horrifying memory clicked inside his blood-fogged, terrified mind.

—This room.

This fucking office was entirely soundproof.

He himself had ordered it built that way.

For his own dark privacy. For absolute security.

His pathetic screams, his bloody curses, his empty threats—they would never, ever reach outside these thick walls.

The heavy, reinforced oak door.

The padded acoustic panels.

And naturally, Cruxius, while calmly entering the cabin, had already noticed it with his sharp gaze, recognizing instantly that he didn’t have to hold back an ounce of his cruelty within this private playground.

"Aargh! N-no!?" His voice caught, completely broken and hollow.

Cruxius, meanwhile, simply leaned his narrow hips back against the edge of the heavy mahogany desk. His long legs stretched out casually, tilting his handsome head as if he were listening to a beautiful, tragic symphony.

"Keep going," Cruxius commanded, his deep tone almost encouraging, his voice rich with dark, dominant mockery. "I want to vividly remember exactly how you sounded... when you still thought you had a shred of hope."

Alvian spat a thick wad of bloody saliva at him, missing his polished leather shoes by a foot, before another sharp bolt of agony cut through his chest and he slumped even lower in his bonds. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

He could still feel the hot blood leaking steadily from his severed veins. His wrists, useless. His legs tightly bound. His lungs burning for air.

This whole pathetic screaming session went on for ten grueling minutes.

The thick green veins around his neck became starkly evident as the steady blood loss became far too much for his heart to pump. Slowly, his eyes rolled back into his skull as Alvian finally lost consciousness.

"Let’s see..." Cruxius murmured, his mind sharp. He decided to do the exact same thing he had learned after getting a clever inspiration from Thalia—how the fiery girl had used her phone to mimic his voice by using an AI to convert the audio after feeding it a sample derived from the internet.

So, using the exact same devious method, he first collected a pristine voice sample from Alvian’s agonizing screams, preparing to create a flawless recording of his voice.

> He said something, Smart tagging on his face has recorded a voice for Hero Association, especially one of the factions within it.

>

And then he simply converted his own spoken words to flawlessly match that of Alvian, before letting the device rest beside the desk where a heavy landline phone, securely attached to the untraceable local network of the hospital, was lying. He began dialing the number; after all, he needed to use this pathetic man just a little bit more, so he should live a little longer to serve his purpose.

// Hello... //

"Master? Is everything alright?" Darithi asked, her husky voice slightly breathless. She had already astutely guessed that the chances of her master going straight after the arrogant dean of this hospital had the highest probability. She had directly made her way down after handing over Volta’s voluptuous, injured body for emergency treatment, her thick thighs carrying her swiftly in his direction. As expected, she finally met with her master, who stood tall in the hallway with his sleek phone to his ear, the corner of his handsome mouth clearly twitching in amusement.

"Who?" Cruxius, who had just confidently strolled out of the Dean’s private office, was about to find that he got a direct call from the loyal butler of the Blac family, who had promptly handed the call over to his imposing father. Cruxius knew full well he still needed to act like the arrogant, slightly reckless playboy he usually portrayed in his younger age to avoid making the old man doubtful.

After all, his dark, calculating intellectual genes did come directly from him.

// You brat, shouldn’t you think it’s time for you to finally become responsible and settle down with a proper family before handling the Blac family’s massive empire? //

"....Um, Dad, our Blac family’s businesses can safely be considered a global empire, right?" Cruxius smoothly fired back. He arrived directly beside Darithi, his dark eyes looking down the far end of the corridor where, just a moment ago, Darithi had sent Ytrisia’s lush figure away for treatment.

Knowing that he just needed to push this old, demanding man of his a bit more to set his traps, he confidently proceeded.

// Yes, and? // The authoritative voice from the other side of the secure call was firm, hoarse, and overwhelmingly manly.

Cruxius’s lips curled into a wicked, devastating smirk as his dark eyes slowly raked over Darithi’s tight, heaving chest and flushed face.

"So, being the soon-to-be absolute emperor of that massive empire, shouldn’t I be focusing on collecting my Imperial Harem instead?"

"Cough! Master!?" Darithi violently choked on her own saliva, her beautiful eyes widening as a furious, scorching blush exploded across her cheeks at his shameless, entirely public declaration.

The Head of the family set the heavy, ornate phone down with a sharp, echoing click, his lips twitching violently in sheer disbelief.

’Did that arrogant brat just cut the call?’ His sharp mind raced as the dark, mocking words from Cruxius still echoed clearly in his ears.

// So, being a soon-to-be absolute emperor of that massive empire, shouldn’t I be focusing on collecting my Imperial Harem instead? //

The Head’s large, calloused hands tightened fiercely around the polished armrest of his leather chair, the heavy shock still settling deep in his chest.

Cruxius, his only son and heir, had brazenly rejected the very core idea of following in his respectful footsteps, of forming a stable, honorable family with one proper woman.

It was utterly unthinkable.