My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 58 - Sometimes being perverted saves someone’s life

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 - Sometimes being perverted saves someone’s life

"You bastard!" Alvian launched himself forward, his body clearly bulky, one hand limp, but with the other he threw a punch. Just as he was about to deal damage, he saw Cruxius lightly take a step back.

It was confusing—until Alvian suddenly felt the whole world swing.

Everything turned red, as if his eyes were covered by damp darkness.

Thud

His head collided directly with the surface of the lift. The force of a grip was felt on the other side of his face.

The lift—someone had pressed him against the wall with enough strength to shatter his skull.

"Kurgh—" With a final cry, Alvian slowly slid to the floor of the elevator and died.

"You killed him?" Cruxius raised an eyebrow as he looked towards Ytrisia, whose eyes trembled and whose hand shook visibly; she had just killed a mortal.

She slowly turned toward him, unable to believe what had happened, acting on reflex to protect him.

"N-no, I... he would have harmed you..." Ytrisia’s eyes turned downward toward the bloody mess of the man she recognized as Alvian, the dean of the hospital—evident from how Darithi was chasing him.

Given his sudden outburst, she had reacted instinctively. Now, she instantly regretted it, guilt weighing heavily on her.

"....." Cruxius stood silently, observing Ytrisia, who was clearly shaken.

His eyes shifted down toward the man—who was bathed in blood. Looking at him, Cruxius just shook his head.

He hadn’t expected Ytrisia to react this way, but the reflexive response showed she was fit to be his bodyguard.

"It’s fine," he added before lifting his hand and placing it over her head.

He directly hugged her—one hand in his pocket, the other on her head—resting it against his shoulder, trying to console her while glancing down at the body.

This was likely her first intentional kill of a normal civilian.

For a villain without ethics, such a thing is easy—it doesn’t cause trauma.

But for a hero like Ytrisia who had never harmed others intentionally, this was a terrible situation. Doubt and depression would naturally follow, leaving them vulnerable.

Especially for someone like Ytrisia, who hadn’t even joined the Hero Association but remained with the Blac Family simply due to being grateful to them.

The backlash for her would be even worse, making Cruxius’s attempt to comfort her essential in such a messy state.

"N-no... what I did..." Her voice stammered, full of self-doubt, breaking as guilt overwhelmed her.

"If he had attacked me and succeeded, you would have felt the same guilt. And now, even after protecting me, you feel it just the same. Be in control, Ytrisia," Cruxius said, ruffling her hair as he sensed her vulnerability, shown by her loosened posture and body flinches.

"Y-yes..." Ytrisia slowly lifted her eyes, trying to push herself away.

’!?’

But as she tried, her eyes landed on the red marks near Cruxius’s neck—fingerprints embedded in blood, clearly left from earlier violence.

"Are you alright?" Ytrisia lifted her head, looking at his face. She noticed the marks on his neck, reaching out with her fingers to touch them.

"Ugh, yes... thanks to you, I controlled my anger," Cruxius replied with a faint smile. Even with low power stats, he had been lifted by the neck and had to jump from such a height.

His will gave him resilience, but it didn’t make his body invincible.

When he fell—and even now—he felt pain in his neck, too much to ignore.

He had been burning with anger.

But he knew that if, in his fury, he killed Eventide, things would escalate out of control.

So the only thing he could do was forget his rage.

And he did—by letting his lust distract him, focusing instead on Ytrisia’s body.

And it worked.

Once again proving the fact that Lust > Anger > Ego > Greed.

All three prime destructive emotions of the human mind can be managed when used against one another.

"Master!? How did this happen?" Darithi, who had followed his earlier instructions to let Alvian escape at a particular time, suddenly noticed the marks on Cruxius’s neck.

She stepped forward, concern flickering on her otherwise impassive face.

"...It was an accident," Cruxius replied, avoiding details. Telling Darithi might make her act recklessly. He didn’t want more involvement with the Hero Association—especially now that he intended to use them again for his plans.

"How—" Darithi started to ask but was interrupted.

"I’ve been eating garbage since morning. I need something decent, Darithi. Let’s go to a restaurant," Cruxius cut off the conversation. Things had already gone too far—he had saved Ytrisia and handled the Hero Association’s involvement with the villain syndicate.

He needed a proper meal.

Unlike earlier this morning—after a tasteless breakfast—he now craved real food. He exited the lift and moved toward the other one.

Ytrisia and Darithi still followed him into the other elevator.

"Master—"

’Shit....’ Cruxius cursed as the doors of the lift slowly closed. His head felt dizzy—clearly the exertion was affecting him.

His body, lacking enough endurance, leaned for support against the nearby wall in a way that went unnoticed by the others.

He casually closed his eyes, propping himself up on the lift’s wall.

His intention in bringing Ytrisia to this floor was to show her the true face of the Hero Association and also manipulate her against the reasons for future attacks that might happen on him by the villains’ side.

So that in the future, if an attack ever happened on him, instead of hesitating due to the attacker’s affiliation with the Hero Association, she would go all out—ensuring both his safety and resolve.

"I’m fine. So, Ytrisia, do you want to be my bodyguard?" Cruxius casually inquired, his shoulder supported on the wall.

He opened his eyes and looked toward Ytrisia, who glanced at Darithi, confused by the sudden proposal.

"I don’t understand," she said, feeling conflicted.

As a superhero, she usually remained busy around the city, and tying herself to a single role might not serve others’ well-being.

"You see, I’ve pretty much offended the Hero Association. And now that Eventide has morphed into me to kill Alvian, most probably even the villains will target me," Cruxius stated.

"...So that’s why he attacked you..." Ytrisia muttered, now realizing that it did seem like Eventide had used her morphing ability.

Within the Association, many knew she possessed a power that allowed her to manipulate her body.

Narrowing her gaze, she now understood the situation Cruxius was in.

His press meeting had already made him a target of the Hero Association.

And now, using his face, Eventide might have attacked the hospital dean, who had ties to the villain syndicate.

So most likely, even the villains would think Cruxius was behind it all and come after him.

’How low can the Hero Association fall?’ Volta clenched her jaw, feeling clear hatred toward them.

Their meticulous planning to target and corner Cruxius showed they weren’t going to stop anytime soon.

"But Darithi is here too," Ytrisia added, feeling conflicted. She couldn’t just prioritize Cruxius—her schedule was packed.

From taking care of the orphanage children to handling supervillains and monsters that popped up around the city, she had many responsibilities.

’...Hmph, just care for me, woman’, Cruxius thought, seeing how Ytrisia still hesitated, burdened by self-doubt.

It was all too common with heroes—caring for everyone but themselves.

"No, Master is correct. Given my B-rank ability, I might not be of much help," Darithi interrupted, clearly adding her view. Seeing the marks on Cruxius’s neck, she felt she was too weak to protect him properly.

So it was best for Ytrisia—Volta—to be the one by his side.

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