My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines Chapter 35 - Arrival Announcement of a New Supervillain

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4:00 PM

Half a mile away from the broadcasting channel Poggo, a fleet of luxurious cars had gathered, surrounded by several guards.

A man standing outside with a woman waved toward a boy, who nodded before heading in the direction of the channel’s headquarters.

"...Master, I—" Darithi was about to speak, glancing at Cruxius as she thought about the earlier events—specifically, the mont they both heard the voice of a child crying inside the hospital.

At that ti, after seeing the child, sohow her master approached him. Without needing to ask, he already seed aware that the boy possessed a superpower.

While engaging in conversation with the child’s mother, Cruxius flirted casually, keeping the flow steady.

Initially, Darithi assud he was just interested in the woman.

However, throughout the journey—which felt more like a date than simple flirting—it beca clear he was subtly extracting information.

Up to that point, Darithi hadn’t doubted anything.

The woman was more than eager to speak, especially after learning that Cruxius was the sole heir of the Blac Corporation.

To Darithi, the woman seed like a textbook gold digger—her clothing, accessories, and deanor all scread of soone obsessed with expensive things.

Then, unexpectedly, Cruxius handed her one of his personal cards—along with a black credit card with no limit on expenses.

It was a shocking mont for Darithi.

Giving such a card to a random woman showed just how much favor Cruxius had shown.

Even the woman seed completely enchanted, ignoring her own child while fawning over a stranger—albeit the heir to one of the richest families.

Although Cruxius had ordered the guards to retrieve the card later, in that mont, the woman could purchase anything.

And Darithi knew she would—she had seen the greed in her eyes.

Still, she had chosen to overlook it, assuming her master was simply being overly generous to impress a woman who, in her opinion, looked average compared to the ones he had previously eloped with.

"You want to know how I arranged those items so soon?" Cruxius asked, composed as he turned toward Darithi and took a seat in the car.

She followed, and soon the vehicle began moving toward the hotel where they were going to pick up Thalia, whom they had sent ahead to tidy herself—of course, with several guards to ensure she didn’t run away.

"Yes," Darithi responded, because now she realized—those two to three hours of flirting weren’t for the woman at all. Her master had been focused on the superpower the boy held.

Unexpectedly, he had even known about the boy’s ability in advance—centipede control, including their growth.

After that, noticing that he wanted to give a gift to the boy, he purchased several items that were not things one could casually buy. Furthermore, those items were delivered through untraceable channels.

Those weren’t ordinary tools; they were lethal weapons forged from the alloy used in the shield of an evolved centipede, a monster that stood as tall as a three-story building. The sheer implication stunned her.

It was the first shock for her.

"Arcanix Market, Villain Zone," Cruxius muttered, his eyes still fixed outside the window.

He recalled how he got a chance to send so presents to the broadcasting company owned by one of his old, unfriendly friends, with the help of a small opportunity he got in the hospital.

The system’s analysis had instantly revealed the boy’s abilities.

After all, during his journey, Cruxius had discovered one very peculiar truth—it was far easier to manipulate children, brainwash them, and even lead them to commit cris.

Children weren’t even aware of the difference between truth and lies, especially if they had a parent like that woman—greedy, unfit, and uninterested in her son beyond his powers.

These small details made the child a pri target for Cruxius.

Knowing that the superhero organization wouldn’t dare harm a child, Cruxius had specifically directed the boy to attack the Poggo Channel headquarters to give a greeting announcent for a new supervillain—he would choose a na soti later.

’!’

"M-Master!" Darithi looked back, thunderstruck after hearing about the source of the items—which hit her like a second wave of shock.

But now, realizing that those seemingly defensive weapons were procured from the online black market—one run by villains, where only the most dangerous and illegal items were sold, hidden away through advanced tech similar to dark webs but far more elusive—made her blood run cold.

It wasn’t just forbidden; it was untouchable by regular humans.

And the idea that her master was stepping into such dangerous territory left her anxious, almost trembling.

Her words, however, t only a blank stare from Cruxius. Looking at her, he gave a small sigh before saying plainly,

"You’re being loud, Darithi."

"Oh... I’m sorry, Master," Darithi quickly replied, bowing her head.

She realized how loud her voice had been in the car—especially due to its soundproof design, restricting outside noise. The sense of tension had amplified everything.

Clenching her fists, she cald herself before speaking again,

"But Master, you shouldn’t involve yourself with the Villain Market... It’s too dangerous."

Her worry wasn’t baseless.

That market was infamous—only criminals, supervillains, and the most morally bankrupt individuals ever dared to beco custors.

There were no guarantees.

No safety. Not even privacy.

Triggering a powerful supervillain just by buying the wrong item was a real possibility.

In short, being a custor there wasn’t worth it—even if the items were world-breaking and ca without any restrictions.

"It’s fine," Cruxius replied casually, almost as if it was a trivial matter. "Either way, I needed to tell you this—from now on, you’ll follow whatever I say."

He spoke not to reaffirm his authority—he knew Darithi would obey him—but to make things clear before the upcoming announcent would hit the news.

When the world found out what he had done, he didn’t want her calling him out for ’becoming evil’ or doing things a supervillain would do.

Even now, after everything, he couldn’t afford to be a ’good boy.’

He had to return to the villain syndicate in this life too—to save so of the loyal people who had died because of him.

Not out of regret, but simply because they were his people.

"I always follow you, Master. Doesn’t matter what," Darithi replied firmly, her eyes widening just a bit before she closed them, steeling her resolve.

She ant every word. She would follow him, no matter what.

"Even if I beco a supervillain?"

"Of course, even if you—huh?—what!?" There she was—stunned, taken aback as she heard sothing unexpected from him. She blinked, lips parting to speak—

tring

"...H-Hello?" she answered, her gaze flicking toward her master as she saw the caller ID: Ytrisia.

Without hesitation, she picked it up.

// Darithi, there was an attack on Channel Poggo’s headquarters... by a child... I... you— //

’...No.’

As she listened to the incident—an attack on the very place they had just left—Darithi remained seated frozen.

Her eyes blinked slowly, unable to process if what she was thinking could possibly be true.

Just monts ago, her master had sent that child in that direction, and now she hears news of destruction caused by a centipede—it was too obvious.

"Who is it?" Cruxius asked, narrowing his eyes. His tone was calm but carried weight as he knew—she only ever took calls from those who mattered.

Noting the sudden shift in her expression as she glanced at him, he realized. The news had broken about the destruction caused by that child.

But the true question remained: who was on the other end of the line?

"...I-it was Ytrisia..."