10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 150 - Lira’s Prime Suspect

Darithi tilted her head, a rare flicker of confusion crossing her stoic features. Not fully understanding his angle but remaining rigidly focused on her duty, she asked, "Should we pursue her, Master?"

"No."

He tapped his index finger lightly against the leather armrest, his gaze still directed outside as all the intricate pieces of his board fell perfectly into place.

"Just leak the footage. Keep it quiet at first. Let the internet do the heavy lifting. The Hero Association’s shining S-rank star, Sugar... caught joining hands and fleeing with a supervillain responsible for millions of deaths. That headline is more than enough."

"...But that would..." Darithi began softly.

Then, the final pieces clicked into place in her mind.

She blinked, suddenly remembering the exact phrasing her master had used when ordering Ytrisia and Sugar to intervene and ’save’ the supervillain.

At the time, she had assumed it was a brutal loyalty test for Ytrisia, who had openly expressed violent anger toward the terrorist hacker.

But pairing her with Sugar, a woman who strictly adhered to the Hero Association’s suffocating laws? It hadn’t made any tactical sense.

Unless... he had sent them specifically to trigger each other.

Of course he had.

He always operated on multiple layers. This was just another masterclass in manipulation.

Ytrisia was a hammer—blunt, unyielding, and driven by a fierce, black-and-white sense of righteousness.

But Cruxius had been slowly, meticulously reshaping her narrow view of justice. He had forced her hand, making her execute terrorists in Syria.

He was showing her that true justice sometimes required bathing in blood if it served a greater, necessary cause. He had already begun the process of molding her into a lethal weapon perfectly suited for his kind of world.

If Ytrisia had gotten her hands on Nano tonight, she would have executed the hacker without a second of hesitation. Her newly forged version of justice wouldn’t allow anything less for a mass murderer.

But Cruxius had already calculated that exact outcome.

He knew Nano possessed memories of her past life. And he knew Sugar did, too.

When two women with such specific, shared context crossed paths—especially with a common enemy, or rather, a common, terrifying target like him—they would inevitably form a desperate alliance. Or, at the very least, it would appear that way on the surface.

But Sugar would always be the dominant force in that dynamic.

Cruxius understood exactly how Sugar’s suffocating morality operated.

If, in the near future, Nano attempted to slaughter thousands again by hacking military drones or unleashing advanced warfare tech, Sugar would act as a natural restraint.

Sugar would truly believe she was working against Cruxius by monitoring Nano and keeping her out of his clutches.

But in truth, she would be doing exactly what he wanted: heavily guiding the chaotic hacker, limiting her destructive danger, and physically keeping her from going too far and ruining the timeline.

And tonight, she had done exactly what he predicted.

In essence, his single move had masterfully targeted all three of them at once.

Once Ytrisia returned and learned the truth of Sugar’s blatant betrayal, a seed of deep hatred would take root. In time, Ytrisia would completely stop siding with the Hero Association, finally seeing their so-called ’heroes’ as no different from the villain syndicates they fought.

Just like on the train, she wouldn’t hesitate to draw her blade against them again.

Meanwhile, Sugar—who currently thought she had secured a massive tactical advantage by snatching Nano—would soon find herself entirely cut off from the world.

Once the damning news of her betrayal spread across global media, she would be aggressively isolated and hunted by the Hero Association.

She would have absolutely no one left to rely on... except him.

And Nano, feeling safely protected under Sugar’s wing, would feel free to act as she pleased—completely failing to realize that Sugar would forcefully stop her from taking any truly dangerous, world-ending steps.

Like before, during the tragic drone incident.

Slowly, without even realizing it, Nano would become entirely harmless to Cruxius’s grand plans... safely contained until he was ready to finally reclaim her.

Mansion of the Heir of the Blac Family, Spain

Seated stiffly on the edge of a plush, velvet-lined sofa, Lira’s sharp gaze relentlessly flicked toward the heavy mahogany double doors.

Two women were stationed there like living statues—elite guards dressed in tailored black suits, eerily silent, and ever-watchful.

Her voice cut through the opulent quiet of the room like a jagged blade. "Where is he?"

Neither woman flinched. Neither offered a single word in response.

The suffocating silence only sharpened the frantic edge in Lira’s tone.

"I said, where the hell is he?!" she barked, her voice pitching up, laced with a barely contained, desperate fury.

From across the expansive room came an unexpected, soft interruption.

"Don’t disturb me, sister."

Lira’s breath caught sharply in her throat.

Seated at the grand dining table, her nineteen-year-old sister Neuril sat with her long legs crossed elegantly in the oversized chair. Her expression was calm, but her tone was unusually curt.

An elegant woman stood closely beside the young woman.

She was poised, immaculate, and entirely too composed for Lira’s liking. She spoke in a gentle, guiding murmur, gesturing smoothly as faint, beautiful golden glows began to form at Neuril’s fingertips.

"Lira, can’t you see?" Neuril continued, her wide eyes entirely focused on the shimmering, warm light dancing in her palm. "The auntie is telling me all about my powers."

Lira slowly turned her head toward her sister.

Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

She narrowed her eyes. They were cold, terrified, and fiercely protective. Her small hands curled into tight, trembling fists in her lap.

That woman—the so-called "auntie" gently guiding her sister—wasn’t just some random visiting talent scout.

Lira knew exactly who she was.

Not just from passing encounters in this life. But from the dark, blood-soaked memories of her past life.

She was a high-ranking official who possessed the terrifying ability to accurately analyze and gauge other superpowers. She was one of the esteemed headmasters from the Hero Association’s elite academy.

A woman who, in the future, was infamous for her subtle cruelty and her sickening, shadow-level collusion with major villain syndicates.

Her mere presence in this room was incredibly worrisome, a blaring alarm bell in Lira’s mind.

But Lira knew she could not portray even a fraction of that terror on her face. If she showed her hand, if she revealed what she knew, that calculating woman would realize everything.

And now, this monster was here.

Gently guiding Neuril. Smiling a warm, fake smile. Pretending to be utterly harmless.

But Lira forced her jaw shut. She didn’t interrupt again. She physically couldn’t.

Because ever since that terrifying morning—the sudden ambush of the unmarked van, the swarm of black cars, the helpless, suffocating feeling of screaming into a total void of silence—Lira had painfully realized one absolute truth.

She had no real strength.

Not nearly enough to stop anything. Not back then in the alley. And certainly not if it happened again.

The visceral, helpless terror of being kidnapped, of watching her sister being violently dragged away while she cried out to a world that didn’t care... it had shattered something fundamental inside her.

Neuril needed power. She needed to learn how to defend herself.

Even if the source of that critical training made Lira’s skin crawl with absolute revulsion.

Still, none of those logical justifications could erase the cold truth relentlessly clawing at the back of her mind.

The exact moment she was violently dragged into the back of that tinted car, she had known the truth.

She knew exactly who was behind it.

Cruxius.