My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 55- Eventide

Chapter 55: Chapter 55- Eventide

"Wh-what?" Eventide hearing his sudden words, felt confused, but as she lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, she saw his face—the same as she had seen in the press conference, with the same raven hair and a hair strand of grey, his deep black eyes glancing in her direction yet fixed beside her, prompting her to turn.

"...I should have believed you," Ytrisia muttered, clearly realizing that everything Cruxius had told her about being targeted by the Hero Association was true the moment his eyes met hers.

Ytrisia herself was aware of how unfair the Hero Association was and how the privileged few within the organization were treated.

Like any other human institution, it was corrupt to some extent.

But it was still necessary to maintain balance in the world.

Never had she thought that the Association would go so far as to try to assassinate someone of Cruxius’s caliber for such a trivial reason.

Normally, killing an average human, committing crimes in secret without attracting media attention—these things happened on a small scale all the time, as superheroes were also human, after all.

However, there was a limit to how far they could pursue someone, especially someone like Cruxius, who was presently in the media spotlight and influenced by his family.

A clear stupid decision and reckless action.

It seemed as though they didn’t care about anyone except themselves, and this attack on Cruxius revealed that they saw themselves as absolute authorities.

They did not care about media judgment, people’s sentiments, or the laws taking action against them, simply because the government had been forgiving and was using taxpayers’ money to deal with the collateral damage.

’Things seem messy... what should I do?’ Eventide thought, realizing the situation had already caused misunderstandings.

Instead of dwelling on how Cruxius had that phone or wondering about the coincidence of his press conference followed by those messages that led her here—where she arrived after tracking his phone—she knew there were many doubts.

But all of those had to be set aside for now, as things would only become more critical if he brought this matter to the outside world.

Additionally, it was clear that Cruxius, based on his voice, was definitely not the person who sent the message.

"You see, Ytrisia—"

"Young master Cruxius, it seems I made a mistake and took you for someone else," Eventide interrupted him, realizing this was a chance to make things clear.

She turned to face him, only to find that his gaze, which had been fixed on Ytrisia, was now directed downward instead of toward her.

She followed his gaze.

It was her cleavage.

"Why fake?" Cruxius asked with a blank expression, his voice flat.

He had met this woman in his past life, though not in her present identity, but something else entirely.

And back then, she didn’t have those... assets.

Back then, she was flat.

"Sorry?" Eventide appeared confused, glancing down at her body and then looking at him with a tilted gaze.

’Must be her ability,’ Cruxius realized.

Perhaps her atom manipulation allowed her to rearrange her body’s atoms into any form she desired.

Maybe she had taken on this form specifically for him... for him to bask in.

But now that he understood that the appearance was fake, he just lost all sensations and felt only coldness.

"I meant, why fake things?" Cruxius continued coldly. "Even if I suppose it was a mistake, you were going to attack someone like this. And suppose, instead of me, that someone didn’t have a superhero beside them to protect them? You most likely would have killed them." He stared at Eventide with cold eyes, rarely looking at anyone with such firmness, before adding, "Am I right or wrong?"

"N-no, the person, I—" Eventide stammered. Hearing Cruxius condemn her for an unethical attack made her realize she had to choose her words carefully—this situation was serious.

One wrong move could ignite a far greater problem.

She had unknowingly grabbed the heir of the Blac family by the neck.

Superheroes had power, yes, but the real power lay deeper—in the economy, in the system.

Superheroes and supervillains alike didn’t live on power alone.

They needed resources, influence, and most of all—funders.

The Blac family was one of the Hero Association’s largest backers.

If anything happened to Cruxius, they might retaliate with devastating force.

In such a case, the hero responsible—whether directly or indirectly—would be cast out without hesitation.

And considering Cruxius had already been attacked once, it would be obvious that the Hero Association was intentionally targeting the Blac heir.

"So, another excuse," Cruxius muttered, shaking his head. He slowly stepped past Eventide, ignoring her completely, and approached Ytrisia—ignorance because he prepared real beauty rather than synthetic ones.

Eventide turned her head slightly, catching a sidelong glance at him, her confusion deepening—yet sensing her future dimming with each passing second.

’...Should I kill him...?’ The thought slithered through her mind. If she killed him now and blamed it on a supervillain, maybe things wouldn’t escalate.

But with Volta nearby, it was impossible to act unnoticed.

Her fists clenched, and her head lowered—not in shame, but in silent, simmering frustration.

Meanwhile, Cruxius saw opportunity in the chaos.

He recognized her hesitation and sought to twist it to his advantage.

"Let’s go, Ytrisia," he said softly—almost tenderly—but there was nothing tender in what followed.

In a swift motion, Cruxius pulled a small blade from his pants pocket as he tucked his fingers in it and flicked it toward Eventide.

Her reflexes kicked in.

Years of training had made her fast—her arm darted out, catching the blade mid-air.

But in that instant, she was only left confused as to why Cruxius would throw a blade at her.

Too confused.

Unbeknownst to her, by catching the blade, she gave him exactly what he wanted.

"Wha—" she started, but Cruxius had already turned to Ytrisia.

Without warning, he shoved Ytrisia—not violently, but firmly—toward the broken window behind them.

"Wait—!" Ytrisia stumbled, the edge of shattered glass glinting in the dim light.

Then Cruxius lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her. His grip was tight—one arm across her shoulders, the other gripping her waist..

He wasn’t catching her. He was jumping with her.

He needed a trampoline—and she was it.

His hold on her was firm, almost possessive, his hand locked around her ass and shoulders as though shielding her from the fall he had orchestrated himself.

They both tumbled out of the window together.

"Ytrisia! Dodge!" Cruxius shouted mid-air, voice sharp, urgent—deliberate.

It was loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

A cry that twisted the truth in one elegant motion, like a dagger turned in the heart of perception.

Instinctively, Ytrisia turned her head, looking back toward the window.

And she saw it.

Eventide—frozen in place, wide-eyed, lips parted in shock—but more damning was the blade gripped tightly in her hand.

The same blade that now gleamed beneath the moonlight, angled upward as if mid-strike.

To anyone watching, it looked like betrayal.

It looked like an assassination attempt.

"...You!" Ytrisia’s breath caught.

Her mind went blank—not from the fall, but from the image burned into her vision.

Eventide had tried to attack her.

And to save her, Cruxius had once again put his life on the line.

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