10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 107- Ytrisia’s mind
He had told the head of the family that if this woman could prove herself by learning the business, only then would he consider taking her as his wife.
Otherwise, he would refuse to marry anyone—Thalia included.
It was a strategic, cold-blooded ultimatum, placing immense pressure on the household. This forced the head butler and other key members to act strictly and ensure Thalia was trained, even if it had to be done against her will.
So, for the family head—who desperately wanted a daughter-in-law to secure the lineage—he got one, but with heavy terms and conditions.
This, in turn, served another hidden goal for Cruxius: to force Thalia into taking an active interest in the family affairs and learning everything the hard way.
A perfect plan to kill two birds with one stone.
Moreover, Cruxius had calculated that this ultimatum would put the family head in a tight spot. Since he claimed he wouldn’t marry anyone if Thalia failed, the old man wouldn’t want to risk everything on a single, uncertain prospect.
To avoid wasted efforts, the family head would likely continue sending other beautiful, capable women as potential backup wives—playing it safe on all fronts, and keeping Cruxius well-supplied with options.
"Did you find the train?" Cruxius inquired, shifting the topic to the transport he had asked Darithi to investigate. He fully intended to use it as a weapon against the boiling tension between the Hero Association and the Villain Syndicate.
"Yes. Whenever you give the order, we may commence," Darithi replied, tapping a manicured finger against her tablet to pull up the file she had been processing throughout the night. She had finally secured the necessary resources.
She had fully arranged for the cargo train to pass through the nearest station around the unknown headquarters of the Villain Syndicate in Zone 7, a vast, desolate stretch of land lying dangerously near the tracks.
"Fine then. Make an official announcement through the Blac family’s channels regarding the items on the train. It will depart in five hours," Cruxius ordered without hesitation. He knew he had to make efficient use of time rather than delay, capitalizing on the rising tensions with the Hero Association.
It was an opportunity to use the train as bait—loading it with valuable cargo practically begging to attract villains, especially the greedy factions lurking in Zone 7.
The likelihood of it being targeted was exceptionally high, and when the villains struck, it would naturally give the Hero Association a clear, public justification to retaliate.
They would have solid grounds to validate a full-scale assault against a faction of the Villain Syndicate. A justification they could use to easily persuade the wealthy shareholders—on both the Hero Association and Villain Syndicate sides—that the attack was necessary to ease the growing tension with the Blac Corporation.
For the corporate elites, profit was always the priority, and they would eagerly spin the bloody narrative as a move to maintain goodwill with the powerful Blac family.
Of course, this was all part of an elaborate, overarching game being orchestrated by Cruxius.
First, by damaging their reputation, he cornered them into targeting a villain syndicate faction. He even gave them a valid name to target by eliminating that faction’s strongest villains himself. And finally, he would use the Hero Association again—to properly introduce himself to the world.
But why would the cynical shareholders believe the Hero Association’s sudden righteous motives regarding the Blac family?
The answer was simple: him.
"Darithi, spread the news that Eventide, a superhero from the Hero Association, attacked the heir of the Blac Corporation. Use the CCTV footage from that room as undeniable proof," Cruxius said, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, issuing the world-shaking instructions with terrifying ease. He understood that this news would immediately put the Hero Association in a tight corner.
A corner where they would soon find themselves suffocating.
"I understand, Master," Darithi murmured dutifully, her thumbs instantly dancing across the screen of her encrypted phone. The secret intelligence division within the Blac Corporation—specifically created to relay his orders without needing the direct involvement of the butler or the family head—provided her with a discreet and highly effective channel.
And that was exactly what she used. Soon enough, her message would bear fruit in the form of a vicious new narrative spreading across global media.
"By the way, where is Ytrisia?" Cruxius asked, giving her a sidelong glance. He noticed the righteous hero was still missing from the corridors and suspected that his hired doctor had already relayed the instructions he had given, prompting a very predictable reaction.
"As per your orders, Ytrisia was told by the doctor that Seleyena was in a dire state. Without any method to control her hormones and raging lust naturally, she would be in immediate danger of organ failure," Darithi informed him, perfectly recalling the doctor’s grave tone.
The doctor had called both women outside and shared this delicate information—clearly reciting a script that had been pre-instructed by Cruxius himself.
Darithi suspected he had already calculated that the dangerous hormonal imbalance could have been managed through heavy sedatives, but the doctor’s carefully chosen words had been convincing enough.
Ytrisia, though she initially tried to argue and offer logical, medical alternatives, was ultimately swayed by the doctor’s sheer conviction and the urgency of Seleyena’s flushed, feverish state.
The result: Ytrisia had left the hospital wing, her mind forced to accept the undeniable reality that Cruxius was currently inside that room, being deeply intimate with Seleyena.
"I see," Cruxius said with a slow, calm smile, fully aware that last night, Ytrisia’s pure mind and her rigid sense of justice had probably clashed violently.
Her personal principles, her modesty, and their complicated relationship must have collided into a messy knot of emotions.
As a hero, it was her sacred duty to save a life at all costs.
And last night, Seleyena’s life had been in genuine danger—infected by that supervillain’s aphrodisiac ability, leaving her with no medical option but to rely on a man’s touch and seed to physically stabilize her condition.
And that man turned out to be Ytrisia’s future husband—Cruxius.
So, once again, Cruxius had weaponized a hero’s sense of justice to target two separate things through a single event.
The first was simple: to provide a logical, morally bulletproof explanation to Ytrisia for why he had been intimately buried inside another woman.
By perfectly framing it as a necessary, life-saving act, he aimed to gradually break down her thick emotional walls—the walls of a traditional woman who deeply believed in modesty and lifelong monogamy.
Of course, the psychological effect wouldn’t be instant. But her mind wouldn’t allow her to hate him for it. She wouldn’t be able to consider it cheating—because, in her eyes, he only did it to save an innocent woman’s life.
That single, potent justification would create a small but permanent crack in her moral defenses—barriers that otherwise stopped her from ever accepting his involvement with other women.
That crack would give him a delicious sliver of leverage in the future—something he could widen and exploit at the perfect moment.
The second objective was much deeper: to subtly fracture Ytrisia’s rigid, black-and-white sense of justice.
While she was powerful enough to kill, she only did so when someone was unmistakably evil in her eyes.
By forcing her to witness a situation where her beloved justice clashed directly with her personal, selfish emotions—where her future husband had to undress and sleep with another beautiful woman just to save a life—Cruxius successfully planted a dark seed of conflict in her heart.
A messy conflict where absolute morality and jealous love could no longer coexist peacefully.
The outcome he ultimately desired? That she would begin to realize something very important:
That before being a selfless, untainted symbol of justice for the world... she should first be his woman. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Not just some justice-obsessed girl who would hesitate to kill a supposedly ’innocent’ hero for his sake.
Streaks of violet lightning trailed behind her as Ytrisia shot across the rooftops, the very air cracking with heavy 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. Her sleek, form-fitting hero suit clung tightly to her curves, the frictionless material straining against her thighs and hips with every explosive movement.
"Cruxius, really? Again, the same thing?!"
