My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 116 - Nano’s Kidnapping Attempt?

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 - Nano’s Kidnapping Attempt?

Within a black car dashing along the highway, seated inside, Cruxius scrolled through his phone. He wore a white shirt and pants that Darithi had brought earlier.

Beside him, dressed in borrowed clothes, lay Seleyena, clearly exhausted—her body limp, almost unconscious—sleeping with her head resting on his lap.

"Master, Thalia seems to have reached the mansion," Darithi informed him. Just moments ago, Cruxius had asked whether Thalia had reached the mansion or fled.

She had plenty of time and space on her way back from the hospital to disappear. But he wanted to test the impact of Seleyena’s words on her. It appeared Thalia had chosen not to run, instead following the lingering effect of what Seleyena had said.

In one way or another, he had—without force—bound Thalia to act of her own volition, or at least to seize the opportunity to grow. By using Seleyena, a woman Thalia viewed very differently, he had shown her a mirror of truth. In doing so, he subtly conveyed that he didn’t need her consent to move forward.

So Thalia was already in check—and likely had been put in her place by now.

"Hm. And what about both sisters?" Cruxius turned his gaze toward the window, watching the vast landscape blur past.

"We have kidnapped them, as per your orders. But since they were already under surveillance, there wasn’t much need for it," Darithi explained. The operation had been carried out at the curry shop they had visited last time.

Since the owner had the rare ability to cook in a way that clearly pleased her master, she had taken the mission personally.

But during the process, she kept wondering why her master had ordered it.

In the end, her only conclusion was that he had done it to protect the sisters from someone or something.

However, because the surveillance over them was extremely tight—as he himself had arranged—it would have been nearly impossible for anyone else to kidnap them.

That made her feel the action was unnecessary and might even provoke retaliation from that woman, who already held a negative opinion of Cruxius.

"Lira is stubborn. She won’t let Neauril choose safety by training her ability. And Lira herself won’t realize the danger she’s in... Increase the speed of this thing." Cruxius leaned back, aware that time was slipping through his fingers.

The train incident had been mere hours ago. Then came the hospital ordeal, followed by awakening his ability through Seleyena.

Too much time had already been lost. Before sunrise, he expected a call—or a summon—from the head of the family.

And before that, he needed to take his cook with him before heading to the desert.

"Yes," came the chauffeur’s calm voice.

Vroooom

The car accelerated, tearing through the highway as if the traffic laws were irrelevant—if they even existed where they were going.

Trrinng

Darithi’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID. It was Ytrisia.

"Pick it up. Let’s see if they were able to stop the kidnapping of that woman..." Cruxius smirked.

After being discharged from the hospital, he had sent both Ytrisia and Sugar on a mission to save a woman who was expected to be the first target of the mastermind behind the train attack: Az.

A woman known for always thinking one step ahead. Naturally, Cruxius had to think two steps ahead.

He had put himself in her position and thoroughly analyzed who her next target—or stepping stone—might be.

And if he were her, in today’s world, the most advantageous person to go after would be someone valuable.

Lulu or Nano—a supervillain possessing highly advanced modern tech abilities—was an easy target if one knew their location. The advantage of having them in hand was already something enormous.

"Yes..." Darithi nodded before picking the call up.

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A few hours ago,

Somewhere, in an unknown location buried beneath layers of reinforced concrete and electromagnetic dampeners, a dim basement flickered with the cold blue light of dozens of monitors. Static hummed softly.

The glow of code, surveillance feeds, and terminal logs danced across the cluttered space.

Nano sat hunched over in the middle of it all—wrapped in a baggy gray hoodie, sleeves half-chewed, headphones crooked on one ear.

Dark circles shaded her sunken eyes, fingers twitching over the keyboard with residual adrenaline.

Empty cans of energy drinks, stale wrappers, and open soldering kits surrounded her like artifacts of war. She hadn’t slept in days.

"...They’re using ability holders now... Blac Corporation must’ve reinforced their firewalls with live psychic nodes..."

She muttered under her breath, each syllable more hoarse than the last. Her eyes barely blinked as she dragged code from one screen to another, frowning fiercely as she tried to again target systems of Blac Corporation, but it appeared they were prepared.

Though not for long, as psychics cost too much even for the world’s richest to hire them permanently.

So she would have to wait for some time with patience before again targeting them.

With a slow, creaking motion, she stood. Bones cracked. Her muscles protested as she turned away from the screens. A soft whirr echoed as she tapped the wall beside her.

Shhhk-CHUNK

A sleek bed panel slid out from a vertical slab of reinforced alloy, descending like a coffin shelf—cold and clinical. This was her entire world. Her bunker. Her digital cathedral. Her warzone.

And her grave if she wasn’t careful.

But just as she reached to pull her hoodie down, a shrill, ear-piercing ALARM sliced through the air.

BWEEP—BWEEP—BWEEP—

Her heart jackhammered.

"What—!?"

Her voice cracked as she spun around, the hoodie falling off her shoulder. Eyes wide, fingers trembling, she scrambled back to the central terminal. Panic overtook her exhaustion.

"No—no—what the hell?! How—?!"

CCTV feeds began lighting up across the main display, flashing red as external motion detection flared.

South tunnel breach. North tunnel breach. Hatchpoint C compromised.

She clenched her teeth, scrolling through feed after feed, muttering in broken bursts:

"How can someone—no one—no one knows this place. It’s impossible. Blac Corp? No. No, no, no—they don’t know where I am. I’m protected. The Syndicate... they promised I was off-radar—"

Her words froze as the final feed expanded.

A dozen black-clad figures stormed through one of the sealed entrances. Not government agents. No badges.

No insignias.

Just high-tech, state-of-the-art equipment—ballistic helmets with AI HUDs, rifles rigged with advanced recoil suppressors, energy dampeners built into their armor.

Her entire body locked.

"...They’re here for me..."