My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 51- Turn me On

Chapter 51: Chapter 51- Turn me On

"Master!?" Darithi was clearly taken aback after hearing what her master had just said before cutting the call.

She arrived, looking surprised, considering the consequences—retaliating against the family head might result in harsh punishment.

It might seem normal for a father to punish their child just enough to discipline them, but in high society, punishment could mean removing the child from property shares or similar measures, which could ruin the lifestyle they were accustomed to.

After all, in the past, the head of the family had warned Cruxius not to do certain things—like inquiring about his mother’s maternal family—while threatening to remove him from the heir position.

"Oh, you’re finally here," Cruxius, having already cut the call, looked toward Darithi as he walked to her.

He knew exactly what she was thinking.

Disrespecting the family head might invite scrutiny and consequences—though not severe, since it was still his father.

But if he recalled correctly, the fear of Darithi was born especially from the time the old man threatened him when he tried to learn about his maternal lineage.

At present age, Cruxius only knew that his mother came from royal blood—nothing more.

Nobility no longer held any real public influence, so his curiosity back then had been innocent.

And it was exactly that curiosity that earned him the first threat of his life—banishment from the family—on the day he turned 18.

Even though he knew it was just an empty threat, his past self was clearly taken aback by it, given that until that day, his father had shown so much care and had been a light for him due to his traumas.

That frustration, combined with what had happened between him and Darithi that night, made him want to claim her for himself while trying to forget the pain of his father’s announcement.

But that night only worsened his condition beyond repair.

And in that storm of emotion, he took the path to prove his manhood—maybe an excuse his younger self had taken—but he became a playboy.

So it wasn’t just about not satisfying the woman he loved—it was about the smaller events of his youth piling up one after another.

The frustration was not just from a single night; it was a decade that slowly corroded him from within.

He always found himself useless.

When his mother was killed, he was a helpless 12-year-old boy watching his mother sacrifice herself for him.

At 14, he was nearly kidnapped and killed—again, helpless.

At 15, when he nearly lost his father in front of his eyes—still useless.

And at 18, that final threat from his father... useless again.

Remembering his younger self, he saw his life as a tragedy—not something that broke him, but something that gave him hesitation.

He still had many things to settle, and he would no longer consider himself just a rich boy who was nothing without his money.

He had a chance now—a chance to change everything.

And the only thing he needed was to act like a playboy again, like his younger self.

He just needed to do what his older self felt embarrassed about regarding his younger self, and he would become capable enough to deal with each one of them.

All that remained was the preparation—before meeting his maternal family.

The ones responsible for his mother’s death... and even his father’s, who may have died of cancer, but deep down, Cruxius believed those Royals were behind it all.

Not that he could do anything against those demi-humans in his current state.

So, disrespecting his father? That was the least of his concerns.

After all, he has just a few more years—exactly five—before his father dies.

Not that he was going to let that happen in this life.

"Master, the family head might feel offended," Darithi said, arriving with her hands behind her back, standing in her usual black bodyguard suit.

Her eyes didn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she scanned his body for injuries or wounds from the fight with the dean of this hospital.

She would’ve accompanied him, but she had prioritized keeping Ytrisia away. That left her alone, clearly worried if he could subdue that man.

"Leave that old man. He’ll just take it as an ego bruise and send some hot queens my way," Cruxius shrugged, hands in his pockets, as he made his way toward the room he’d just left.

After all, instead of using his own mind to search for strong candidates who could possess the abilities that might interest him, it was best for him to leave the work of being an agent to his father.

His father was definitely smart, so he might choose the real woman who might be morally firm, but being a supervillain, he did outsmart many such people.

It is evident that, soon enough, Ytrisia will get a call for forced dates.

"Sorry?" Darithi looked confused, following him. She didn’t understand the context.

"Darithi, soon a full-scale offensive battle will break out between Villain Zone 7 and the Hero Association. Buy black-market stocks for that zone at the dip," Cruxius said, fully aware that his message had already reached the Hero Association.

On his way out of the dean’s room, he had sent it using his Villain Syndicate Zone 7 authority.

Cruxius knew his message would soon cause a ripple in the share Markets of both the Hero Association and the Villain Syndicate.

He planned to use the fire between two neighbors to wash his hands in the world’s wealth.

This world’s economy had fully shifted to the superhero economy.

Naturally, investments were made in centers of power.

It didn’t matter whether it was the Villain Syndicate or the Hero Association.

For normal people, it was always the simple belief—heroes protect society.

But just like in old times, people and nations funded terrorists and supplied them with weapons. Now, it was even more fluid.

Villain Syndicates—each zone treated like a separate company or organization—were funded, and their shares were available on the black market.

Life didn’t matter when it came to money.

That’s how the real world worked.

"...But Master, if it’s true, shouldn’t the shares fall?" Darithi asked, confused. If what her master said was true, and Zone 7—a naturally weaker side—was facing a full-scale war against the Hero Association, wouldn’t its stocks crash?

It was a natural loss.

Yeah, she had already accepted her master’s alliance with supervillains.

She didn’t care which evil he embraced. She just wanted to follow him.

"Hm? Who said Zone 7 is going to be defeated?" Cruxius chuckled. Turning toward Darithi, he smiled, confusing her further. Then he placed his hand on the door to the room where Etrucia was. Slowly opening it, he added, "Shouldn’t I be making my cameo by saving them?"

’!?!’

"Maste..."

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"I hate you, Cruxius..." Ytrisia clenched her jaws, looking down as she knew well that this was all his doing. According to Darithi, he had told her to keep an eye on her.

Naturally, he was taking it out on his ego, going all out—even forcing the butler of the house to marry her off, which prompted her voice to reflect her thoughts.

Krieeek

The sound of the door opening resonated in the silent room as Ytrisia’s eyes slowly turned in that direction.

"Now that’s just turned me on, Ytrisia," Cruxius entered through the door, looking directly at the woman standing with her head down.

His eyes trailed through the curves of her body, landing directly on her thighs as he said, "Though, I can’t guarantee if it’s the thickness of your words or something else that’s turning me on."

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