My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 59 - A Broken Heart

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 - A Broken Heart

Far beneath the surface of an unnamed location, hidden even below the basement, a maze of tangled wires snaked across the ground. Antennas above marked the invisible paths of data—signals racing, undetected, across the land.

Beneath it all, buried deep in silence, sat a bunker-like chamber.

A server room.

It buzzed with a cold, sterile hum—mechanical and indifferent.

But inside, there was only heat.

Not from the machines.

From her.

She sat hunched in the corner of the room, surrounded by towers of humming steel and blinking lights, their glow flickering over her tear-streaked face.

Her hoodie draped over her like a veil of shadows, soaking up the dim blue glow of the monitors. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her fingers trembled.

Click. Clack. Click.

Each keystroke sounded like a gunshot in the silence.

Her hands flew, jittering across the keyboard with raw desperation, rage, and grief tangled into every motion.

"You killed me, Cruxius..." she whispered.

Her voice cracked, broken, as though the words were made of glass tearing through her throat. "You said we’d finish it together. You said..."

She stopped.

A shallow breath caught in her lungs. Her trembling fingers hovered midair. Then slammed back down.

"I will destroy the Blac family..."

Her voice, though a whisper, filled with determination as it resonated within the room where she had established her own small world. She’d switch the waves of the network, giving her access to the fastest internet.

And that’s all she needed.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The same sound of keyboards repeated.

Then she repeated her voice, "I will destroy the Blac family....I will destroy you, Cruxius....I...sob...snf...y-you killed me..."

Over and over. A mantra. A curse. A prayer for vengeance that seemed to come from deep within her being, shattered, betrayed and broken. Her heart pulsed only to give her life, not to make her feel alive.

"You left me... to die... You watched me die!"

A sob tore from her chest, and still her fingers typed.

’Execute Trace 31-B. Breach protocol initialized. Line override. I will destroy the Blac family. I will destroy—’

Her entire body was shaking now. Her small frame curled inward, as if she were trying to collapse into herself, to hold in all the pain.

But it wouldn’t stay in. It poured from her in trembling gasps and broken words, spilling across the screen like blood.

She remembered it too vividly—how it ended.

It was the day when the servers of all villain syndicate zones were crushed—breaking all the links of them to online sellers, the locations of their buyers were exposed to the local authorities.

Supervillains’ true identities were publicly revealed, and even internally, villains were killed by each other.

This was the time when the villain syndicate was at its lowest after being targeted by none other than the man who promised her that he loved her.

A supervillain who possessed no powers yet had enough mind to reach up to Zone 1.

She believed him, who destroyed her own organization from within, ordering contract killings of villains to the higher villains, slowly removing each bud one after another.

Despite everything going well at the same time, she was aware of what she could handle but still moved ahead. She mentioned to him when they were planning to hit the Royals, that there was a real chance they might be able to track her back, so she wanted him to know it could get risky.

"Infiltrating them would be dangerous," she’d warned, seated on the chair with him standing beside her, her voice low, careful, scared. "I don’t understand their technology, it’s different from ours; the Royals might be able to track me within a few minutes...."

He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t blink. "It’s fine," he said with that calm, cold tone. "Do it. I want them to be here...I will save you...Nano—I mean Lulu."

And like a fool, she had nodded.

She had gone in alone, infiltrating the technology she shouldn’t have touched to begin with.

It was different from this world, far beyond it. The codes, the scripts, everything was unique.

Her ability hit its limit.

She didn’t know what was worse—the fact that he’d lied, or that he never even came back to watch her die.

"Sob....you left me alone....even...hic...you knew...I fear...death...hic," her voice was filled with grief and pain, clearly shaking as she used her long-sleeved hoodie to clear away her tears, remembering the pain she went through at the hands of that white ghost who arrived soon enough, clearly belonging to royalty.

The pain of seeing her own heart pulled out of her chest, beating before being crushed, was a horror she couldn’t forget.

However, that terror of losing her life seemed to fade away after feeling the heat formed from a bomb implanted within her server room, as if a trap was set up to kill that demon who arrived.

In that moment, when her eyes saw the clear shock within the crimson ones of the demon, as the radiating heat engulfed both of them, she realized he used her as prey to catch this predator.

Cruxius used her to kill that demon.

"...n-no...not yet," she clenched her jaws, clearly remembering the betrayal; she had formed herself to not feel the pain.

Instead, she focused on the present, now that she was alive.

She opened her eyes in the moment, far past when she was at her prime.

She was Lulu—Nano, the supervillain who created the algorithm A.I. for the villain syndicate’s whole ranking command system.

But now she was hollow from within after her death.

No, it was a burial.

Burial of her love and trust in him.

"I loved you," she spat, her voice suddenly rising, unhinged, shrill, and cracked. Her fingers slammed the keys so hard now they bent. "I loved you, Cruxius!"

A fresh wave of tears blurred the screen. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw trembled.

Burning rage seared through her veins. Not just betrayal. Not just grief.

She had died believing in him.

One last breach. One last infection in their system. The Blac family would bleed for this. She’d make sure of it.

’...this time, you will cry, Cruxius!....’