My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 71 - Women are not that hard to understand

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 - Women are not that hard to understand

Lower City Perimeter | 7:00 PM

The black vehicle hummed low through the backroads of Lower City, its matte finish nearly invisible under the dim streetlights.

Neon signs blinked distantly—dying glimmers in a city too bruised to sleep.

Inside the car, silence settled until Darithi broke it, tapping her encrypted holopad.

"It’s confirmed. The clash took place an hour ago in the Delta Strip of Zone 4. One from each side down. Supervillain Makael—dead. Hero Halden of the Upper Order—also gone."

Cruxius didn’t blink. He didn’t recognize either of them—heroes and villains of low ranking, ones who had never held his attention, not even in his past life.

Right now, he had just cornered Nano into shutting down her system. He fed her false, authority-based information, spread through fake announcements from the villain syndicate.

He knew she’d shut everything down rather than try to solve the issue—revenge had clouded her judgment, making her focus all resources on targeting the Blac Corporation.

He knew how far she could go.

And with knowledge of certain tech ability holders, he brought in a boy to resurrect the very system he’d helped dismantle.

After all, it was nearly impossible for every supervillain to be clearly informed about the system’s nullification.

Their identities were randomized, scattered—unlike the Hero Association, which had a centralized structure.

The villain community was fragmented: some came together through dark web forums, while others followed certain channels. One thing was common: they received authority-passed instructions from the AI system created by Nano.

’...This might be a good chance.’ He remained still in his seat, eyes fixed on the streaks of rain dancing across the tinted windows.

Darithi continued. "But the public and major media streams still seem unaware of the full announcement—and the true motive behind this battle being a clear retaliation."

"Let them stay unsure," Cruxius murmured. He knew the Hero Association was scrambling to heal its image. Ironically, he had caused their downfall—tossing the tent of suspicion over them and then subtly guiding them toward a path they believed would redeem them.

They didn’t know it was him all along, manipulating events from behind the scenes.

"Master, are there any instructions for me?" Darithi, noticing the distant look on his face, thought he might want her to act on something.

"Zone 7," he said quietly.

Darithi raised a brow.

Cruxius finally turned toward her, voice calm and razor-sharp. "I want a rumor seeded through the mid-tier black markets. Nothing official. No digital trail. I want it to pass from whisper to whisper—old school, word of mouth."

"What kind of rumor?"

He leaned back.

"Say there’s a train scheduled to pass through Station Kael during off-grid hours. Say it’s unguarded... but carrying recovered superhero gene-serum. Not verified. Just fragments. Leftover tech from the Ashwell Facility fire two years ago."

Darithi’s fingers paused over her device. She remembered how Zone 2 of the villain syndicate once targeted the Ashwell facility for its research data, but came up empty after its destruction.

"Ashwell... that’s believable."

"Exactly," Cruxius said, smiling faintly. "The lower tiers of the syndicate might fall for it. The higher ones might already know nothing was recovered from that attack."

"You want me to route this through Group 51?"

"Yes. They know the underground lines better than anyone. But keep it discreet. Don’t touch the higher market circles. Hit the drinkhouses, the weapon dealers, the rumor mongers in Zone 7 territory. Somewhere the syndicate’s lower ears might catch it and pass it upward."

Darithi exhaled slowly. "Once they hear it, they’ll strike. Probably overload the station."

"That’s the plan."

She gave a curt nod and returned to her work.

As the car glided forward, a soft sound came from beside him—a stretch of smooth latex brushing against leather.

’H-how...?’

Ytrisia.

Lounging with feline elegance in the corner seat, she radiated sensual menace.

Her body—voluptuous and lethal—was wrapped in a skin-tight latex suit, black with a violet sheen that caught every flicker of cabin light. Amethyst piping traced her curves, emphasizing full hips and a narrow waist.

One leg draped over the other, her toned thighs gleamed, and her stiletto heel tapped out a slow, teasing rhythm.

Wine-red lips curved in a half-smile; her purple hair cascaded down bare, smooth shoulders. But it was her eyes—violet, predatory, unblinking—that held him in place, confused.

Though she’d spent time with him during their previous dates, she now found him... different.

More mature. No longer the charming playboy who once flirted without restraint. That side was still there, but the way he spoke, the complexity of his plans—it was beyond her.

She did not fully grasp the technical details or know much about the geopolitics he was speaking of.

The only thing she understood was that he was planning something big.

For her, things were simple. Fight for justice. Protect her orphanage and those she loved. Keep the world safe from villains.

She knew her limits—until the situation forced her to forget them.

Ytrisia’s gaze didn’t waver. Her voice, low and edged with irritation, sliced through the hum of the engine.

"You’re so confusing, Cruxius."

He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips the moment he heard her voice—he knew it was bound to come sooner or later.

After all, by dealing with the villain syndicate and the Hero Association, he had successfully secured her favor.

He had already loosened her guard by acting as a hero and saving her life, making her begin to fall for him.

Women like Ytrisia, who embody immense strength, often have their inner vulnerabilities overlooked by men who perceive them solely as powerful.

These men fail to realize that such women, perhaps more than anyone, crave a dominant presence—someone who can protect them.

Men often view women through their own lens, believing that women desire money, a good house, and a comfortable life simply because they rely on a man’s income.

But what they fail to see is that these desires are rooted in emotional needs, not material greed.

Men represent the physical aspect, while women embody the emotional.

When the two come together, they create a perfect body—that’s why they’re called "better halves."

A woman doesn’t desire money for its own sake; she seeks the stability it brings, which grants her peace of mind—an emotional state.

She wants a good home not as a symbol of wealth, but as a place where she can feel safe.

A good life, to her, means one without stress, supported by a man with a stable income—not for luxury, but for the absence of constant struggle.

This is a perspective that men often overlook because they assess it through a physical framework, missing its emotional depth.

Just like how men viewed Ytrisia—as a superheroine with incredible strength—and failed to see that she, too, was emotionally vulnerable.

There was no one to protect her, no one to make her feel safe.

Everyone felt safe because of her presence.

And Cruxius—he targeted that very side of her that others ignored, blinded by their own assumptions.

Men are not incapable or blind; they have simply created a prejudice that women are complex and hard to understand—because they fail to connect a woman’s needs with her emotions.

She likes your gifts one day because she is emotionally tuned, but hates the same thing another moment because she isn’t—so, just keep her tuned all the time.

And that’s where people like Cruxius came in—those who truly understood what a woman wants...

He smirked teasingly, adding,"Then stop trying to figure me out and start savoring me slowly, though start from the lower

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