My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 125 - Lira’s Anxiousness

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 - Lira’s Anxiousness

There are moments in life when someone has a fuel to push forward, maybe even going as far as to burn more than just fuel, especially when that fuel is related to emotional stimuli like revenge.

And naturally for him, after realizing how he should do what he was better at, his initial aim was to get rid of the superheroes or at least the Hero Association.

Given the attack on Spain by Ryken had made him aware of his ability, his target was the Hero Association.

But once they were on the verge of collapse, he switched his motives towards the royal family, trying to destroy them.

Or he nearly did, or at least had reached halfway there, given that, after making the Queen fall for him, he had gripped over one of the strongest heads of the top thirteen families within the archaic Vampire lineage.

But the moment he came to know about the secret behind his mother’s intentions—just wanting to use her own death to make him go on some kind of adventure against the royal family—he dropped the whole idea and decided to step back.

Everything made him feel as if he were walking the path that was predestined by his mother. More like acting as a puppet.

So, he withdrew.

Not because he thought he shouldn’t walk the paths he had decided, but because he hit the limit. The limit where, no matter what path he chose, he was met with death every time.

Stuck in an endless loop, making him withdraw several months back, changing all the progress, losing everything he had done in those months simply because he was stuck in a loop where, without power, he could not move forward.

"You... you seem pretty confident." The head was clearly surprised, given he did not expect his son to be aware of the secret he thought he had protected until now, especially since the child was still eight years old.

Having that deep memory could be linked with the trauma rather than what he was feeling right now.

"Because I know you are lying, hah." Cruxius didn’t feel that he should explain this after what this old man was trying to do.

Given his stubbornness in the past life, he died of his disease without even Cruxius being told the reason for his mother’s dramatic withdrawal from his life when she could have just walked out without acting as if it would not create some trauma for her son.

"Ahem, so that’s how it is." The head of the family coughed before looking forward, tapping his finger and observing Cruxius for a few moments before he finally revealed, "Your mother told me to banish you from the family once you reach the 22-year mark."

"....What the?" Cruxius just squinted his eyes, hearing something unbelievable, yet something he could not reject.

He was indeed banished from the house, but clearly, the timeline was not matching, given he was at that time 25 or 26 years old.

Or at least, the trigger of the event when he was banished was five years from the time he met, or at least slept with Thalia.

"You see, that’s exactly what your mother told me when you were hospitalized after her death." He recalled the time when his wife had visited him after their eight-year-old son was hospitalized after witnessing a trauma which might have ruined his life while accompanied by strange men wearing robes appearing to be from the organization that ruled over the jurisdiction of the vampires known as the Order while telling him what to do.

"Ah, so that’s how it is," Cruxius just nodded before realizing that he had been fooled. Fooled by his own mother, who was cooking something in her brain that he still wasn’t aware of. Before sighing and asking the next question, "So where is she right now?"

"I don’t know," the head of the family replied, shrugging his shoulders as if he wasn’t really aware. Though clearly, he only received a blank look from his son, who seemed highly doubtful about this man.

"I see." Cruxius just nodded before taking out the gun from his clothes and pointing it towards his head, instantly shocking the head of the family.

"CRUXIUS!" The middle-aged man lurched forward to grab the gun, his eyes widened, and this time not acting. The reflection within his eyes terrified him as the young man held the gun pressed directly against his temple before he pulled it.

BANG!

SCRRCHH

"Wh-what did you just say?" came a confused voice belonging to Lira, who lurched forward after hearing a sudden, unconventional demand from Cruxius, who was seated, slightly hollow, blinking before composing himself.

"I said use that needle to pull out my blood." Cruxius, giving a side glance, gestured for her towards a suitcase where clearly was placed a needle appearing to be made of metal.

Not even asking Darithi or Ytrisia seated beside him but the pink-haired woman whose eyes trembled after hearing such a nonsensical demand.

Lira hesitated.

Her trembling fingers hovered just an inch above the metal, that oddly archaic-looking syringe lying quietly in its slot—silent, ominous. Her throat bobbed, lips parting but no words came out.

Cruxius didn’t flinch, not even when she finally picked it up with visibly stiff hands and slowly sat beside him, looking unsure whether to ask or to just obey.

Her gaze flickered from his face to the needle.

"Go on," he muttered, his tone flat. Almost too calm. Too emotionless for someone who had just pulled a trigger at his own skull a moment ago.

She leaned forward slowly, knees brushing the edge of his leg. He didn’t move. Didn’t twitch. Her fingers brushed against his skin—the spot near the upper bicep where the vein was slightly visible. There was no protest.

The needle touched his skin.

Still nothing.

She poked in softly. No jerk. No flinch. No sound of pain.

But her heart clenched. A sharp breath escaped her lips as if she felt it instead. Her eyes shut, brows pinching, lashes trembling.

Her chest rose sharply with each breath—guilt, fear, helplessness. As if it was her blood being drawn. As if his pain was hers to bear.

Cruxius watched.

His eyes shifted slowly from the subtle twitch of her brows to the slight tremble of her soft, pink lashes fluttering against pale cheeks.

Her pink hair, a little messy, fell forward like a curtain over one side of her face. Her golden eyes, once open, looked too alive with worry. She wasn’t even hiding it.

That was the problem.

She wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Even after everything he did—even after he’d killed her using a fork in a life not too long ago—she still...

...cared?

Cruxius felt his lip curl. Slight. Subtle. Not mockery, not cruelty.

Just...

Amusement. Fascination.

That strange flicker of emotion.

He tilted his head, eyes scanning her face, then her outfit. The maid uniform, one she was now wearing like an identity forced onto her, a role she didn’t belong to.

Her chest lightly heaved, her breath brushing against his bare shoulder, and yet she didn’t meet his gaze, afraid of the intensity in his silence.

"You’re too soft," he said quietly.

She looked up.

"I—"

The needle clicked into the vial slot, the crimson thread of his blood spiraling in.

"Shut up," he muttered. "I wasn’t complimenting you."

"Y-you evil man...." Lira felt her mouth twitch, but still, she did not do anything that might harm him.

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