My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 82- Queen’s Blessing

Chapter 82: Chapter 82- Queen’s Blessing

More than a century ago, the arrival of strange stone gates of various shapes brought forth an unusual leaking of energy, which began to transmute humans, slowly awakening a strange kind of energy within them.

Given this power, which was once fixed and did not awaken further, it was considered akin to superheroes without some leveling system; it made people, driven by their fantasies, start wearing capes and act as heroes, naturally striving to become someone who earned fame through popularity.

However, things did not remain as simple as that. The mutations led to the emergence of several mutated beasts and insects, causing every creature to transform into monsters.

This instantly turned my friends into superheroes who became famous for acquiring powers. Soon, it became a battle of life and death.

Those heroes who had once thought life would be much easier with superpowers now faced the onslaught of monsters.

With the establishment of several organizations to manage these heroes, the Hero Association came into existence.

With fewer heroes and an increasing number of monsters, a significant economic shift occurred in the world, where normal weapons proved ineffective, except for missiles, which naturally had their limitations.

This led humans to rely on superheroes.

However, naturally, where there is light, there is also shadow.

Those who awakened powers did not always choose the path of heroes; some turned into what are referred to as supervillains.

This led to the establishment of the Villain Syndicate and other organizations supporting villains.

In conclusion, this all created a system filled with superheroes and supervillains, with a massive shift in power and economics toward them, alongside the arrival of inhuman powerhouses.

But....

Even before the advent of these superheroes and humanity’s realization of their existence and technology, there existed a kind far stronger than humans for thousands of years.

They have traversed through life as ancient nobility or the wealthiest individuals of the present day, hidden behind the curtain.

A race that remained concealed, or more likely ignored by humans, who did not even consider the existence of beings far stronger than themselves.

It was vampires.

They existed throughout time, holding powers far beyond what humans or superheroes possessed.

For example, eternal life or something similar.

Superheroes age and vanish over time unless they possess an ability like de-aging; however, vampires exist because they are far superior.

Among them is the royal lineage.

GASP

"Urgh!"

A long, heavy breath filled the room, suspending it in dread as in front of them stood a member of that royal lineage.

And then—like lightning—the Queen’s hand shot forward, her fingers curling around the woman’s skull with unnatural speed.

The room gasped in shock.

’!’

"Aaar—SCKLKT!"

The woman’s eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat. But before she could scream, before she could even register what was happening, the Queen’s fingers twisted.

Crack.

A sickening sound of bones breaking filled the room, and in one violent motion, the Queen ripped the woman’s head clean off her shoulders.

Blood gushed—hot, thick, and blinding—splattering across the floor and onto the guests closest to her.

The headless body twitched once, then crumpled, a final spasm of life. The woman’s severed neck sprayed more blood, painting the Queen’s hands red.

The guests... did not scream.

They did not flee.

They stood frozen, paralyzed—not by fear of death, but by the horrifying realization that death was not their fate.

No, not death. Not the sweet release.

They would become food.

The headless woman’s body jerked once more, the last flickers of life fading as the Queen brought the woman’s head to her lips.

Without a pause, she bit into the soft, exposed throat. The blood flowed thick, rich, alive—spilling from the severed neck into the Queen’s mouth, staining her lips a deep crimson.

The room was silent. Horrified. Paralyzed.

And then it hit.

"We’re not... we’re not chosen," someone whispered, voice breaking. "She didn’t even look at us—NO!"

"We’re just food!" another cried out, panic choking their voice.

"RUN!" someone screamed. "SHE’S GOING TO EAT US! RUN!"

But the doors—those doors, that everyone had been trying to reach—remained sealed.

The butlers—the servants in black who had been smiling through it all—opened their eyes.

A sick, twisted smile spread across their faces, and their teeth gleamed like daggers. Their eyes turned from dull to predatory hunger.

They moved.

Fast. Unbearably fast.

A man’s scream was cut short as his throat was ripped open. A woman’s desperate attempts to flee met the crushing weight of hands on her skull, her body dragged across the floor like a ragdoll.

Her nails scraped against the cold marble, but it was futile. She was already lost.

The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood.

"I came for immortality—NOT THIS!" a man’s voice rang out as he was torn apart, his body ripped open.

"You promised—YOU PROMISED!" a woman cried out, her voice breaking, before her life was ended in an instant.

The Queen stood in the center of the carnage, her eyes glowing, her mouth stained red as she calmly stepped over the twitching body of the woman she had chosen.

The transformation had already begun—skin turning pale, veins glowing with red-hot energy.

The woman’s body spasmed in its final moments before it went still.

The Queen’s pendant pulsed with light.

Fed. Full.

For a moment, there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something akin to regret, or perhaps pity. But it vanished before anyone could notice. Her lips parted, her voice cold as she spoke:

"Clean the rest."

And behind her, the slaughter continued—red. Loud. Endless.

She just walked towards the stairs before a voice came.

SWOOSH

From the pool of blood, the woman whose head had been plucked from her body now began to rise—slowly, unnaturally.

Her decapitated head, blood-soaked and lifeless, hovered back toward her neck as if pulled by invisible strings.

It latched on with a wet, sinewy squelch, veins reknitting and flesh stitching back into place. Blood streamed down her now-whole figure as she knelt, trembling, eyes scrimched shut in submission and agony.

"What to do, my lady?" she asked, her voice raw, cracked from death.

The Queen didn’t even turn around.

She ascended the steps, her expression unreadable, her intent unread—there was no plan in her stride, only instinct.

Then, casually, without pause, until her pendant pulsed again reminding her of something, and that was reason enough to make her give an uncaring order as if just breathing, "Kill the man whom I saw in the vision."

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