My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 70 - Trying to Get Back the OP Cheat

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 - Trying to Get Back the OP Cheat

San Francisco, Sector 17 — Main Data Hub of Blac Corporations

"Woah, wh-what is this!?"

Kleven stood at the edge of the elevated platform, eyes wide, taking in the sight before him—a sprawling, hall-sized chamber saturated in a blue glow and humming with servers.

Towering machines blinked in rows like metallic giants, each connected to a central supercomputer flanked by glass walls and holopanels.

Above all, a massive curved screen flickered with coded pulses and locked signals.

Inside, two men and two women worked, their fingers typing at an almost robotic pace—until their attention snapped toward the sound of the door and the boy standing beside a tall man in black.

"Oh. Greetings, Sir. How was your day?" one of the women asked, standing at once.

"Welcome," muttered one of the men stiffly.

Their eyes lingered more on the boy than on the man behind him.

The contrast was stark—he seemed too young, too out of place, clutching his laptop awkwardly to his chest, sneakers tapping uncertainly on the polished floor.

Their expressions made no effort to hide it.

Cruxius stepped in quietly, hands in the pockets of his long coat, gaze fixed on the giant screen ahead.

"Hm," he began, then paused briefly. "His name is Kleven."

The boy looked up, blinking. The others tensed.

Cruxius didn’t raise his voice, didn’t slow down. "From now on, he will lead you four."

’!?’

It was visible—small shifts, stiffened backs, exchanged glances. Silent disbelief thickened the air like static. He saw the flicker in their eyes.

’He’s just a kid.’

’No way.’

’This must be a mistake.’

The man called Traven crossed his arms without even trying to mask his doubt. Lex exhaled sharply through her nose.

The other two women raised their eyebrows, but said nothing.

Even Kleven noticed it. His grip tightened on the laptop.

Then Cruxius spoke again, calmly, with the kind of presence that stopped the air mid-breath.

"Now, all five of you," he said, voice sharp as a circuit cut, "instead of playing this drama—which you can save for later—and doubting the boy, go to your seats."

That silence broke like shattering glass.

Everyone blinked, caught off-guard—not by anger, but by the fact that Cruxius saw everything, even what they hadn’t said aloud.

Lex was the first to nod and move to her desk. Traven looked mildly ashamed; the other two women followed without a word, quietly apologetic.

Even Kleven was surprised. He hadn’t expected the tension to be spoken aloud.

As he processed it, he felt Cruxius glance at him once before stepping away.

Kleven nodded, understanding his cue. He took a deep breath and moved toward the center of the room—to the seat directly in front of the supercomputer’s mainframe.

He sat.

The chair adjusted to his presence. Holograms activated with a soft hum.

"By the way," Kleven said, adjusting his screen, "what do I need to do?"

Cruxius’s voice came from behind, loud enough to reach him as he leaned on a nearby table.

"There’s a dormant network node. An offline program that belonged to the Villain Syndicate."

"Wait—the one used for upper zone commands?" one of the four looked up, already recognizing the network system. It was created by one of the smartest supervillains known to techies—he built one of the most advanced AI ranking models.

"Yes," Cruxius replied. "The hierarchy used it to issue orders down the chain—from High Zone to Mid, and from Mid to Low. The AI system ran everything: tactical orders, personnel shifts, even kill directives. It’s silent now—shut down manually by its original owner to avoid trace."

"And you want to hijack it," Kleven said slowly.

"Yes," Cruxius replied. "Get inside the subnet before all the remaining data is lost. Reclaim access authority. Override its allegiance."

"...I’ll try." Even though Kleven said that, all four seemed completely hesitant, glancing toward one another.

After all, each of them was aware of how powerful the system was—too strong for normal people to crack. Despite being coders, they had tried several times.

During training, it had always been impossible to make any progress. The program was written in a coding language that was nonexistent and extremely difficult to decrypt.

However, unaware of the system’s overall difficulty, Kleven quickly tapped into the protocol, linking his system to the outermost shell of the old AI framework.

Firewalls flared up immediately.

Even though the system had been manually shut down, it was like hiding dead weapons in a bunker sealed by indestructible means.

Lex spoke from the left. "These codes are brutal. Triple-mesh encryption with dynamic cipher loops. We couldn’t even get a stable handshake."

"It’s not just brutal," Kleven murmured, squinting. "It’s reactive. The shutdown program isn’t just dormant—it’s rigged to erase pathways if it detects unnatural entry. And the entry pass needs encryption keys that are nested inside dead memory clusters. Breaking through is... almost insane."

"But not impossible," one of the women interrupted, leaning forward. "The AI core used timestamp-based logical checks. It couldn’t keep up with erratic loops. That’s its crack."

"Exactly," Kleven nodded. "If we inject a falsified loop through a ghost port and force it to skip sync time... it might accept an artificial handshake."

"I’ve got the ghost port ready," Lex said, her tone more professional now.

"Firewall masking deployed," Mira added.

"I’ll monitor signal integrity," Traven muttered, already typing.

Kleven exhaled, fingers racing.

> First Move: Inject a looped access request—wrapped in dead cluster signature.

> Second Move: Initialize ghost port handshake protocol through the cloaked relay.

> Third Move: Wipe access logs of artificial loop history.

> Fourth Move: Lock in false re-authentication before the AI reboots.

Beads of sweat trickled down his temple. The system fought back—errors lashed out, gates slammed, signals blurred. Every second felt like a hundred.

"Cloaked relay is holding—but not for long!" Lex warned.

"System is attempting reboot!" Traven shouted. "Seven seconds!"

"I’m almost there—hold the ghost port open!"

Kleven’s hands blurred.

Final key in.

Enter.

A pause. Then—

ERROR

SYSTEM INFILTRATION DETECTED.

REVERSE MALWARE INJECTIONS.

’!?!’

Click

Just red screens—one after another—popped up, and every screen in the room shut down.

Everything went completely dead as they were hit with a reverse attack. The moment they thought they had grabbed it—it grabbed them.

Cruxius, who was definitely not a technical guy, had hoped—just for a second—that maybe they’d be able to crack it.

But clearly, it would take more time. Still, the good thing was: he had the boy on his team.

A passive ability holder with a natural power to understand the language of code in an unnatural way—similar to the power Nano held.

The difference was in their ranking—she was far stronger than the boy.

But to compensate for the lack of ability, Cruxius had personally hired the four smartest technical individuals he could find, using the full resources of the Blac Corporation.

So this was the game of time—when he succeeded in gaining access to the system that he had intentionally cornered Nano into shutting down.

Darithi came forward after getting the news.

"Master, it appears there was a collision between two factions within Zone 7 of the Villain Syndicate and the Hero Association. Three heroes clashed with four supervillains, resulting in a single casualty on both sides. There has been no official statement released yet, but this information is confirmed from our side."

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