My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 97- Breaking the Seal

Chapter 97: Chapter 97- Breaking the Seal

"Stop, Cruxius, you cannot ruin your life again!"

Sugar’s voice sliced through the thick tension, trembling with authority and desperation.

But it wasn’t her voice that stopped them.

SPLAT!

A grotesque splash of blood slammed against the glass window behind Cruxius.

It didn’t drip.

It didn’t fall.

It hovered—suspended in mid-air, shivering unnaturally like it was alive. The lights in the cabin flickered once... then died completely. Darkness swallowed everything as a strange low hum began to pulse through the air.

Every breath halted.

Every heartbeat became thunder.

Cruxius turned halfway, his golden eyes narrowing, his mind sharpening like a scalpel.

Darithi moved first.

Her usually lifeless expression crumbled into raw, instinctive terror.

"MASTER!!"

She screamed.

Feet skidding back, she drew her blade in one motion—knuckles pale, grip unsteady.

Ytrisia’s breath caught, the hair on her neck rising. Purple energy shimmered across her arms as she crouched defensively. "Cruxius...!"

Eventide blinked, voice low, hushed. "What... the hell is that...?"

The air twisted.

That hovering blood—dense, heavy, crimson—began to churn, as if something beneath its surface had begun to breathe. Bubbles erupted inside it, thick and sticky. Bone speared out. Sinew latched onto it. Veins. Muscles. Skin.

A humanoid shape was weaving itself together from the blood.

The swirl contorted, writhing violently into a tall, slender figure—limbs lengthening, spine arching. Skin formed in patches, unnaturally smooth and pale, unmarred by any mark of birth or life. Her face sculpted next, elegant yet inhuman, as if carved from polished ivory.

Then—eyes.

They opened slowly.

Pitch-black. Depthless. Cold.

No whites.

No pupils.

Just endless dark, like a void hungering for light.

Her long hair unfurled down her back, still drenched in the leftover gore—dark, flowing like soaked silk, with deep crimson bleeding into its tips. She stood mid-air, bare, dripping, unmoving.

And yet her presence crushed the air.

A stillness that didn’t belong to the living.

A silence too sharp to be natural.

Then—softly, firmly—the vampire spoke:

"...Target located."

’!’

’Blood Stream...!?’

Cruxius’s pupils dilated.

His jaw clenched.

’That’s a royal vampire travel technique: Blood Stream Projection. Only the upper elite use that... Which means—’

His mind was much faster, maybe a hundred times faster than his body, which had yet to catch up—shoulders relaxing just enough, center of gravity shifting. Fingers curled slightly. Calm. Controlled. Watching. But not fast enough to react.

’Who is she?’

His gaze scanned her—how she floated, how her arms lunged towards him at one-tenth of a second speed, how not even her hair moved with the air due to speed.

’Assassin. No question. Likely royal-blooded. Young, too. Barely blooded. But stable. That’s worse.’

His stomach burned—not from fear—but from calculation, which was moving with such speed that the whole world seemed to slow down.

’The vampires moved. No, it must be her....but how?’

And then she bit.

"KRRGH!!"

Cruxius’s voice tore the air as time caught up to him....his body far slower to react.

Her fangs pierced not with elegance—but like a rusted spike rammed into a nerve cluster. The moment her teeth sank into his neck, it was as if his blood caught fire.

A searing pulse surged from the puncture to his skull, like his arteries were being filled with molten iron. His legs buckled immediately.

He dropped to his knees, spine arched, fists clawing at the ground as his body convulsed.

It wasn’t just pain—it was possession.

His heart skipped. His lungs froze. The vampire wasn’t draining blood. She was injecting command.

Every drop stolen turned into a chain, looping back to wrap around his muscles, his nerves, his will.

His right hand spasmed.

Vision blurred.

Something inside him snapped.

He collapsed onto his side with a dry gasp, twitching uncontrollably, drool trailing from the corner of his mouth. His body was no longer his.

The vampire’s face remained blank. Expressionless. Not lust. Not glee. Just mechanical execution.

She had one job.

Kill Cruxius Blac.

’Shit, this body.’ Cruxius thrashed, barely able to move his fingers.

He wasn’t being bitten.

He was being drained.

"MASTER!!"

Darithi’s shriek tore through the haze.

She didn’t wait.

Her blade was out before her foot even moved. She crossed the space like a ghost—silent, certain, deadly.

But—

Ytrisia moved first.

With no time for words, she vanished in a violet blur.

The portal Sugar had begun forming warped under the sudden shift in energy. Ytrisia appeared above the vampire mid-air, shoulder twisted back.

BOOM!

Her elbow slammed down like a meteor, a shockwave bursting through the cabin.

The vampire’s head snapped to the side, fangs tearing free from Cruxius’s neck with a wet shlick.

Blood sprayed. Cruxius collapsed fully, body limp.

But the vampire didn’t fall.

She dissolved—melting into blood—then reformed several meters away, crouched like a predator, one hand on the floor, eyes glowing.

Ytrisia didn’t blink.

She was already moving again, fury blazing in her core. "Don’t touch him," she growled, voice trembling—not with fear, but possessive rage.

"Sugar! Portals—position her!"

"Already—!" Sugar’s voice cracked, panic flooding her magic as she opened a gate behind the creature.

Darithi arrived in that heartbeat—too late to intercept the bite, too late to prevent the blood—but not too late to kill.

Her blade blurred. No wind. No flash. Just a thin vibration screaming through the air.

The vampire dodged, barely.

But her cheek opened in a thin, red line.

She staggered back, eyes narrowing—like she hadn’t expected resistance.

"You don’t know what you’re touching," Darithi said coldly, her face hollow. "He’s not yours to harm."

Eventide’s body flickered beside Sugar. "What is she?! What the hell is she made of?!"

"She’s dying in six seconds if she doesn’t run," Ytrisia growled.

The vampire hissed. Not wounded. Not scared. Just... irritated. Like this fight was beneath her.

Then the floor around her pulsed red.

The blood she had spilled from Cruxius rose—not as mist—but shaped hands, reaching, grasping.

’Fuck, this soon...,’ Cruxius, while lying down, finally moved his hand hardly and in pain, yet reached for his coat pocket. Given from the treasury of the Blac family, he not only took out his mother’s pendant but also had brought something with him.

A green vial..... something which was needed to save him.

The vampire’s attack had already made things worse and now he needed to break the seal as he could not waste time going back.

And either way, he was pissed after feeling this much pain.

Clank!

The vial shattered.

The green liquid soaked into Cruxius’s chest instantly, vanishing beneath the skin like it was absorbed straight into his bloodstream.

The effect was violent.

The grip on his blood collapsed—snapping like brittle twine. Power surged back into his veins.

The vampire’s mouth flew open. Her eyes widened in pure, instinctive dread.

"Wha—what is—GHHAAAGHH!!"

She screamed.

A raw, ragged howl tore from her throat as smoke poured from her lips. Her body jerked back like she’d been stabbed in the gut. Her arms flailed once—then locked—spasming as if every muscle had turned against her.

Her skin began to blister. Tiny bubbles formed under her pale surface and burst, dripping red.

"AGHHH! AGHH—YOU... YOU FED ME—NO—NO THIS BLOOD—IT’S—IT’S WRONG!!"

Her knees slammed to the floor of the train with a metallic THUD, her claws scraping uselessly at the ground.

Then—

THUMP.

She collapsed fully, body twisting mid-fall. Her face smashed against the steel, her shriek cutting short into a choked gasp.

Smoke rose from her back.

Her breath rasped through clenched teeth, eyes wide, fingers twitching in panic as the green seal burned through her from the inside out.

"Wh-what did you do to me...?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking. "That blood... that blood—it’s superior... it’s above me—AGHHH!!"

She curled in on herself, shivering, a proud predator reduced to a writhing heap on the floor.

Cruxius exhaled shakily and spat to the side.

"...Told you not to bite royalty."