10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 121- Neuril got Kidnapped

She raised a single, blood-stained hand, her fingers flexing as the skin stitched shut.

"I’m perfectly fine," Az muttered.

Her voice was entirely calm. Cold. Her silver mask was cracked down the middle, but her dark eyes still gleamed intensely through it—highly focused. Sharp.

Dozens of emergency responders swarmed the chaotic scene. Blood-stained stretchers moved rapidly. Hot flames hissed from the broken, overturned engine. Police roughly marked the area, barking loud orders into their radios.

But Az said absolutely nothing.

She stepped cleanly over mangled corpses, past twisted rail lines and blood-smudged gravel, then casually sat on the warm bonnet of a nearby police car like it was just another routine Tuesday.

The dark call was already being made.

She had been highly cautious from the very start.

Cruxius was incredibly clever—twisted, layered, and unpredictable.

So, based on absolutely everything regarding how he might act, she had meticulously orchestrated her violent plan. But there was always a small, lingering variable.

A terrifying variable for which she was already perfectly prepared.

The variable was: if there was even the slightest, microscopic chance his past memories had survived like hers had, then she absolutely needed to stay one bloody step ahead of him.

Plan B.

She moved silently past the disabled, groaning individuals and the crying people gathered nearby to see the rebels of the train trying to help trapped passengers, but the immediate area was empty of her specific targets.

Giving herself the quiet assurance she was entirely alone, she moved forward just before a sleek black car suddenly arrived out of nowhere, as if already perfectly prepared for her swift exit.

"Forgive us, Commander, we completely lost contact with—"

Even before those two masked men who came out of the car, giving a deep 90-degree bow, could frantically explain how they had lost connection with the other elite team which had gone to the decoy train for the gene serum, Az interrupted them coldly.

"Give me your phone," Az ordered. She was much sharper this time and highly composed. Her dark mind already knew exactly what brutal moves she now had to make. Considering the terrifying variable was confirmed, and also the arrogant man whom she foolishly thought would be much easier to deal with in this life had his previous life memories; this battle would be good enough for her.

Without even speaking another word, she just dialed a particular, heavily encrypted number.

A dark backup call routed completely through an encrypted line. A highly secure protocol. No voice was needed. Just the signal itself.

Target the girl.

The corrupt officer standing nearby received the silent call, his brows twitching nervously. His screen lit up bright red, and he immediately brought the burner phone to his ear.

"Do it now," she ordered flatly before he even spoke a word.

"Yes, ma’am." His voice tightened with fear. His thick fingers trembled slightly as he made the next, fateful call.

Az stood tall, her ruined coat still smoking lightly in the cool air, and walked purposefully toward the black car before entering it, the door shutting with a heavy thud. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Lintain Street, Hero City

Warm morning sunlight streamed directly into the small, aromatic curry shop tucked away at the quiet end of a rundown alleyway, completely contrasting with the massive, sterile skyscrapers surrounding the whole city.

The air inside was incredibly rich with strong spice and the slow, comforting simmer of rich sauce bubbling on the old stove.

A stunning woman with incredibly long, flowing pink hair stood barefoot in the small kitchen. Lira’s bright golden eyes flicked expertly over the hot pots as she stirred them carefully, fragrant steam curling sensually around her pale skin. Her simple apron was heavily stained with bright turmeric and dark oil, and the wooden floor creaked softly as she shifted her weight.

At the small wooden table sat a gorgeous, blonde nineteen-year-old woman, her heavy schoolbag resting in her lap. Her uniform skirt was short, exposing her smooth thighs.

"Sister..." Neuril spoke very softly. "Can’t we just accept that generous offer?"

Lira didn’t even turn around. Her delicate hand paused briefly over the open flame.

"No."

The reply was immediate. Utterly firm.

In absolutely no case was she going to accept the suspicious offer of Cruxius Blac, considering they were in urgent, constant danger.

But she also knew deep down that even if she were to foolishly leave this safe place, they could not stay outside for long. This tiny shop was their only true home, and that powerful man would undoubtedly find them eventually. So it was infinitely better to stay stubbornly here while explicitly not accepting his dark offer.

"But he specifically said—"

"I absolutely do not care what he said." Lira turned completely now, wiping her wet hands vigorously on the stained apron. It was clear she did not intend to intimidate her younger sister; in a highly controlled but fiercely firm voice, she said, "Even if I have to scrub filthy toilets on my hands and knees to keep you completely safe, I’ll do it. Don’t you ever accept a single offer from that dangerous man."

Neuril looked down guiltily, remembering how that incredibly handsome man had the exact same warm, golden light as her hidden powers. She still had not revealed the truth to her sister due to Lira’s incredibly strong, hostile stance against that man who had casually offered them enough money that could easily be used for the elite academy.

Neuril definitely, desperately wanted to gain admission to the prestigious foundation of the Hero Association, not just to study, but to become someone.

But she just stood up quietly, slinging the heavy bag over her shoulders, the strap pressing slightly between her breasts.

"I hate you, big sis."

"I know," Lira said softly, a sad smile touching her lips. "I packed your favorite lunch."

Neuril smiled, faint and slightly sad. She turned toward the front door.

"Bye, sister."

"Be safe, Neuril."

Neuril stepped out into the bustling street, the bright light warm on her youthful frame as she walked briskly toward the crowded academy bus stop.

And then—

The violent screech of heavy tires.

Three massive black vans skidded to a violent halt directly beside her on the curb. The heavy doors slammed open.

Massive men in black masks leapt out like wolves.

Neuril’s eyes widened in sheer terror, her mouth opened wide—but no scream came out.

A thick, gloved hand clamped brutally over her face.

Her long, bare legs kicked wildly in the air as they lifted her effortlessly, her heavy bag falling with a thud onto the dirty sidewalk. Within seconds, she was forcefully dragged inside the dark van.

"Neuril!"

The panicked scream came from inside the shop. Lira violently dropped the metal ladle as she had just come out to happily check on her sister, only to find this nightmare unfolding. Her body dashed desperately through the door, her stained apron fluttering behind her.

She reached the sidewalk just in exact time to see the heavy tires burning away from the curb, leaving thick black marks.

"STOP!"

She sprinted forward, her bare feet slapping the concrete.

Another dark figure moved swiftly behind her.

A second hand, this one also heavily gloved, reached out from the dark side alley and caught her brutally across the face.

"Mmmphh—!?"