My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 85- Ytrisia’s flaring Anger

Chapter 85: Chapter 85- Ytrisia’s flaring Anger

Streaks of violet lightning trailed behind her as Ytrisia shot across rooftops, the very air cracking with pressure.

Her boots barely touched the concrete before she leapt again—fast, furious, untamed. Purple light pulsed violently from her back and shoulders, flickering like wings ready to tear through the sky itself.

"Cruxius, really? Again, the same thing?!"

She clenched her fists mid-flight.

The glow around her intensified, casting an eerie violet hue across the darkening skyline. She was moving too fast, almost recklessly, as if distance would numb the sting in her chest.

She landed hard on a metal tower beam, the shock echoing through the structure. Her body swayed, but her feet stayed planted. She inhaled deeply.

"Haah."

Then, silence.

The wind tousled her hair, and the last flickers of purple faded from her skin as she gripped her chest—right over her heart.

"I knew it," she muttered bitterly. "I knew he’d do it again..."

Tears didn’t come. She didn’t allow them. But the heat in her chest burned hotter than any flame she could conjure.

Not because she was madly in love—but because she was exhausted. Tired of having her trust shattered, over and over.

Even though it was just him being him—flirting at that restaurant, saying something ridiculous to the owner about dowries, and then again with one or two women they met along the journey—it was always under her nose.

He had asked her out on a date while simultaneously crushing any hope she had for something real... and then did the same thing again.

She wasn’t angry out of romantic desperation. Her love for him had never been that deep to begin with. But the issue was how she always believed him. Every damn time.

And he always proved her wrong.

But this time felt different.

Her justice-driven mind clashed violently with the part of her that still hoped—hoped he might change, even just a little.

Not out of love, but because of the bond they’d built through their past conversations, their dates, their shared moments.

Her heart had always leaned toward trusting him.

And it got betrayed. Again. Just like it had with his constant flirtatious remarks.

:: Ytrisia, do you want to go on a date with me?, Ytrisia, Bring something to eat for me... ::

Hundreds of such lines echoed in her mind. He said them so casually, so convincingly. And she—complicated as her feelings were—believed him every time.

Bringing him food. Talking to him. The attention he gave her—flirtatious or not—sparked something. Maybe even something real.

Because, as they say, people can grow attached to even a dog... if they spend enough time with it.

Until last night.

That dog did something doggy again.

She learned what happened at the hospital from the doctor’s expression when she handed her the report. From that alone, she could guess what had gone down with Seleyena.

Now, one cruel question kept looping in her mind like a curse:

Did he do it because he had to... or because he wanted to?

Her sense of justice screamed: He saved a life. That woman would’ve died from hormonal collapse.

But her heart whispered: He enjoyed it. You know he did. Just like always.

She closed her eyes tightly, trembling with frustration. "I hate this... I hate him... for making me feel like this..."

A pause.

No. That wasn’t the truth.

She didn’t hate him.

She hated herself—for still hoping.

Still believing.

But this... this was just enough.

"He did it to save a life," she said aloud, letting the words wrap around her thoughts, trying to convince herself. "Even if it hurts me... it wasn’t selfish. It wasn’t for pleasure. Not this time."

She breathed in deep.

And exhaled.

"One more chance," she murmured. "I’ll give him one more chance—"

Her voice trailed off. She was still trying to believe that whatever Cruxius did, he did it for the greater good. That there were no ulterior motives. But as she turned, preparing to leap back toward the estate—

The city around her lit up with harsh flashes.

She froze.

All the massive digital screens across the skyscrapers flared to life, like synchronized beacons.

> BREAKING NEWS: HERO ASSOCIATION’S EVENTIDE ATTACKS HEIR OF BLAC CORPORATION.

CCTV FOOTAGE RELEASED – HERO TURNED ASSASSIN?

LIVE NOW: CITYWIDE EMERGENCY RESPONSE

As the headlines blazed in her eyes, CCTV footage began to play—blurry and low-quality, but unmistakable. It showed the same moment Eventide had attacked Cruxius... the same moment Ytrisia had tried to stop her.

In the end, they had solved the misunderstanding. It was a mistake. Eventide’s true target was the dean of the hospital.

That revelation had given Ytrisia some mental clarity about her association. But now, with the footage made public, the odds of retaliation were dangerously high. They would act fast—and they wouldn’t hold back next time.

They’d go after Cruxius.

"N-no... why did he..." she whispered.

The damage to the influencer’s reputation was massive. The footage made it look like Cruxius was openly targeting the Hero Association. The situation was far worse than she had anticipated. They were cornered now—like a wild cat. And a cornered cat will scratch.

With no path for diplomacy or escape, they’d go straight for him.

Her body spun around again, glowing bright with amethyst light. Sharp energy surged through her veins. And then she leapt—sprinting back in the direction she came from, trying to reach Cruxius before it was too late.

As she moved, one thought consumed her mind:

’I hate you, CRUXIUS BLAC!’

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Unknown Location,

The basement hummed softly with the constant whir of computers and cooling fans. Neon LED strips pulsed lazily around the edges of the cluttered room, throwing streaks of blue and purple light across tangled cables, open servers, and discarded snack wrappers.

The heavy door creaked open.

Nano stepped in, clutching a cold can of soda against her cheek. Her oversized hoodie hung off one shoulder, and her thick-rimmed glasses caught the glow of a monitor still on sleep mode. She sighed, nudging the door shut with her hip, boots crunching softly over stray motherboard pieces on the floor.

Same old chaos. Her chaos.

But then she stopped.

Right on her desk—amid the mess of code printouts, half-soldered circuits, and her beloved cracked keyboard—was a flower bouquet.

Fresh. Soft. Out of place.

Roses. Deep crimson. Tied with a velvet ribbon.

A small card tucked between the petals bore a name, scrawled in dark ink, sending a chill down her spine.

"From your beloved Cruxius... my Lulu."

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