My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 69- Nigeria’s Date

Chapter 69: Chapter 69- Nigeria’s Date

Morning arrived, bathing the world in gentle, warm sunlight.

The wind carried grit across the crumbling concrete of Nokoré—a rundown town in northern Nigeria long abandoned by officials and overtaken by rogue factions.

Cracked buildings leaned like drunks against rusted light poles, while outdated satellite dishes hung like broken ornaments.

Tonight, the ruins were alive.

Over two dozen armed men gathered in the open yard of an old train depot, weapons cradled in arms, conversation low and tense.

They were terrorists, but not the ragtag, desperate sort.

Their rifles were military-grade, their comms encrypted, their armor custom-fit with kinetic dampeners.

These were the upgraded ghosts of war—mercenaries reengineered.

And at the center of them all stood Doctor Kayari, clad in a pristine white coat over combat pants.

He looked like a surgeon pulled straight from a nightmare.

His glasses glinted under the dusty floodlights as he raised a hand, commanding silence.

Trailing behind him was a younger man, dark-skinned and slim, carrying a massive backpack that whirred faintly with internal power converters.

In his left hand, a laptop blinked—its screen scrolling with satellite data and schematics of a compound in Sokoto.

"We pull this off," the young man grinned, "and the Villain Syndicate won’t be able to ignore us anymore."

Kayari didn’t smile. He never did.

"They’ll do more than that," he replied. "They’ll fund us."

The crowd murmured with anticipation. Eyes glittered with greedy hope.

But then—

THUP-THUP-THUP.

The rhythmic sound of rotor blades broke the desert air.

Heads snapped upward. A black helicopter, sleek and marked with no insignia, pierced through the low-hanging clouds.

The spotlight at its base scanned the group before cutting out, hovering silently above them.

Weapons clicked into readiness. Fingers hovered near triggers.

But no one fired.

The airspace was tightly watched. For this bird to enter unnoticed, it had to have clearance. This meant it wasn’t an enemy.

Or... it was someone far worse.

The helicopter began to descend. Sand whipped into the air like a small storm, cloaking everyone in a yellow veil.

As it touched the ground with a soft thud, the door opened slowly.

He stepped out.

Cruxius.

When you have access to private jets to travel from one country to another in the shortest time possible, who cares about distance? He decided to have a date and now he was here within two hours.

Of course, for the date he needed to set up the environment and arrange some red wine.

The men stared. Even Kayari’s posture stiffened.

The young man with the backpack whispered, "K-Kayari, isn’t that the heir of Blac Corporation?"

"Why would he be here?" someone else murmured. "He owns half the tech we’ve been trying to steal."

Cruxius raised a hand in greeting, waving casually toward the group—but strangely, his gaze wasn’t on the soldiers. Nor on Kayari.

It was on the nerd with the backpack.

Kayari noticed.

"...Coming to this land with two beauties full of men might be unexpected, Cruxius Blac," the doctor said slowly, stepping forward.

Cruxius didn’t answer right away. He stepped forward with a naturally calm demeanor as if uncaring about these people, given even though they had weapons, they were not the least possessed of anything that could harm him, hands tucked in pockets completely relaxed, and two women descended behind him from the helicopter—Ytrisia and Darithi, who were clearly on guard the moment they noticed so many people holding weapons, and not the least from their clothes with those armors that appeared like normal soldiers.

Cruxius, instead of Kayari, looked beside him towards the boy—appearing to be around 12-13 years of age, though he was genetically good height.

"Hey boy," Cruxius said before giving an offer, "Follow me, I will give you a good life out of this shithole."

Kayari’s brow furrowed and clearly seemed annoyed at being ignored in such a way, even though the one standing in front of him was some rich young man unaware of how the world works, yet due to the name of the Blac family, he showed mercy adding, "He’s vital to our project."

"I didn’t talk to dead," Cruxius said plainly, giving a cold look, as if already seeing dozens of those men holding weapons, clearly muscular, tight gears, as dead bodies and nothing else.

"What?—" Kayari just seemed confused, looking towards his men who did the same.

Cruxius, on the other hand, seeing the hassle of dealing with these people, just called out.

"Ytrisia."

His voice sharp, already forming the ghetto and the whole environment which the malnourished people at the edge of the town clearly giving him enough clarity that in this case, Ytrisia would act as her role of a superhero.

"Kill all of these terrorists. Except that nerd."

"Are you kidding—" Kayari just wanted to voice out his words, but it didn’t go well before everything seemed to burn in the chaos.

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Bang Bang Bang

"Kurghh—!—thud." With the last echoes of the bullets resonating in the air, the last man fell.

His armor, designed to absorb kinetic energy to a certain extent to stop bullet impacts, was shattered as if it had been hit by something far beyond just simple kinetic energy. It was as if a moving vehicle had collided with him.

The embedded shape of the punch, belonging to a delicate hand yet powerful enough to engrave the metallic surface, made it clear that this scenario was anything but simple.

"What happened, kiddo?" Cruxius asked, one hand in his pocket and the other resting on the shoulder of the young boy, who stood blankly staring at the scene of dozens of members, including Kayari, being literally killed by the Ytrisia.

Of course, none of them were actually killed, as Cruxius knew that the moral ethics of Ytrisia would come into play, and she would most likely break their bones to the extent that they would be left alive but in a coma or arrested by the local authorities.

But they were not better than dead.

"W-wait, don’t kill me! I will do anything."

"Even hijacking an established ruined Command Network of a Villain Syndicate?"

’!?!’

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