10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 88 - Ytrisia’s New Perspective
Click.
Just red screens—one after another—popping up aggressively, and then every screen in the room shut down.
Everything went completely dead, plunging the room into darkness as they were hit with a massive reverse attack. The moment they thought they had grabbed it—it grabbed them.
Cruxius, who was definitely not a technical guy, had hoped—just for a second—that maybe they’d be able to crack it on the first try.
But clearly, it would take more time. Still, the good thing was: he had the boy on his team.
A passive ability holder with a natural power to understand the language of code in an unnatural way—similar to the power Nano held.
The difference was in their ranking—she was far stronger than the boy.
But to compensate for the lack of ability, Cruxius had personally hired the four smartest technical individuals he could find, throwing the full, bottomless resources of the Blac Corporation at them.
So this was just a game of time—waiting until he succeeded in gaining access to the system that he had intentionally cornered Nano into shutting down.
The sleek sliding doors swished open, and Darithi stepped through into the dim emergency lighting.
"Master," Darithi said softly, stepping close enough that her sultry perfume cut through the smell of overheated servers. Her silken blouse still clung beautifully to her lush curves, the subtle, pebble-hard points of her nipples clearly outlining the sheer fabric as she leaned in toward him. "It appears there was a collision between two factions within Zone 7 of the Villain Syndicate and the Hero Association. Three heroes clashed with four supervillains, resulting in a single casualty on both sides. There has been no official statement released yet, but this information is confirmed from our side."
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Lower City Perimeter | 7:00 PM
The black vehicle hummed low through the backroads of Lower City, its powerful engine sending a deep, vibrating purr through the plush leather seats. Its matte finish rendered it nearly invisible under the dim streetlights.
Neon signs blinked distantly—dying glimmers in a city too bruised to sleep.
Inside the car, a heavy, intimate silence settled until Darithi broke it, tapping her encrypted holopad. The device’s cool blue light cast a soft glow over her chest, subtly highlighting the deep, plunging neckline of her blouse and the heavy, natural resting swell of her breasts beneath the silk.
"It’s confirmed. The clash took place an hour ago in the Delta Strip of Zone 4. One from each side down. Supervillain Makael—dead. Hero Halden of the Upper Order—also gone."
Cruxius didn’t blink. He didn’t recognize either of them—heroes and villains of low ranking, ones who had never held his attention, not even in his past life.
Right now, he had just cornered Nano into shutting down her system. He had fed her false, authority-based information, spread through fake announcements from the villain syndicate.
He knew she’d shut everything down rather than try to solve the issue—revenge had clouded her judgment, making her focus all her resources on targeting the Blac Corporation.
He knew exactly how far she could go.
And with his knowledge of certain tech ability holders, he had brought in a boy to resurrect the very system he’d helped dismantle.
After all, it was nearly impossible for every supervillain to be clearly informed about the system’s nullification.
Their identities were randomized, scattered—unlike the Hero Association, which had a rigid, centralized structure.
The villain community was fragmented: some came together through dark web forums, while others followed certain encrypted channels. But one thing was common: they all received authority-passed instructions from the AI system created by Nano.
’...This might be a good chance.’ He remained perfectly still in his seat, his dark eyes fixed on the streaks of rain dancing across the heavily tinted windows.
Darithi continued, shifting slightly. The movement caused the fabric of her skirt to ride up just a fraction higher on her smooth thighs. "But the public and major media streams still seem unaware of the full announcement—and the true motive behind this battle being a clear retaliation."
"Let them stay unsure," Cruxius murmured. He knew the Hero Association was scrambling to heal its battered image. Ironically, he had caused their downfall—tossing the heavy tent of suspicion over them and then subtly guiding them toward a path they foolishly believed would redeem them.
They didn’t know it was him all along, manipulating every string from behind the scenes.
"Master, are there any instructions for me?" Darithi asked. Noticing the distant, calculating look on his face, she leaned in slightly closer, her intoxicating, musky perfume wafting over the center console, eager to serve his next whim.
"Zone 7," he said quietly.
Darithi raised a perfectly sculpted brow.
Cruxius finally turned toward her, his voice calm, dominant, and razor-sharp. "I want a rumor seeded through the mid-tier black markets. Nothing official. No digital trail. I want it to pass from whisper to whisper—old school, word of mouth."
"What kind of rumor?"
He leaned back, sinking into the leather.
"Say there’s a train scheduled to pass through Station Kael during off-grid hours. Say it’s unguarded... but carrying recovered superhero gene-serum. Not verified. Just fragments. Leftover tech from the Ashwell Facility fire two years ago."
Darithi’s manicured fingers paused over her screen. She remembered how Zone 2 of the villain syndicate had once targeted the Ashwell facility for its research data, but came up empty after its destruction.
"Ashwell... that’s believable."
"Exactly," Cruxius said, smiling faintly. "The lower tiers of the syndicate might fall for it. The higher ones might already know nothing was recovered from that attack."
"You want me to route this through Group 51?"
"Yes. They know the underground lines better than anyone. But keep it discreet. Don’t touch the higher market circles. Hit the drinkhouses, the weapon dealers, the rumor mongers in Zone 7 territory. Somewhere the syndicate’s lower ears might catch it and pass it upward."
Darithi exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling with a soft, steady rhythm. "Once they hear it, they’ll strike. Probably overload the station."
"That’s the plan."
She gave a curt nod and returned to her work, her posture impeccably loyal.
As the car glided forward, a deliciously distinct sound came from beside him—the wet friction of slick, tight latex stretching and rubbing against the premium leather.
’H-how...?’
Ytrisia.
Lounging with feline elegance in the corner seat, she radiated a breathtaking, sensual menace.
Her body—voluptuous, lethal, and demanding attention—was vacuum-sealed into a skin-tight latex suit, black with a violet sheen that caught every dim flicker of the cabin light. Amethyst piping traced her curves, mercilessly emphasizing the plush flare of her full hips and the impossible narrowness of her waist.
One leg draped lazily over the other, her thick, toned thighs gleaming under the glossy material. Her stiletto heel tapped out a slow, teasing rhythm against the floorboard, making the latex strain and squeak with every subtle flex of her muscles.
Wine-red lips curved into a half-smile; her vibrant purple hair cascaded down her bare, smooth shoulders. The suit’s zipper was pulled down just enough to tease the deep, pale valley of her cleavage, but it was her eyes—violet, predatory, unblinking—that held him in place, searching, confused.
Though she’d spent intimate time with him during their previous dates, she now found him... different.
