10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 158 - The Death Face to Face

The entire massive corridor shuddered violently. The reinforced wall cracked like an eggshell. The cement cratered inward. A thick mushroom cloud of dust and debris exploded outward.

The vampire’s body embedded itself deeply into the structure, sinking into the stone like a high-caliber bullet into soft meat.

The wall behind him totally caved in. Thick metal rebar snapped like dry twigs, and dark blood sprayed in a massive splatter across the shattered tiles.

He coughed. Hard.

"Kurggh! Cough!"

A thick spurt of red forcefully ejected from his mouth as he slumped forward. His chest was visibly crushed, his ribcage horribly mangled. His eyes widened in absolute disbelief, his crimson pupils trembling as he gasped for air.

Then, through the settling dust, he saw her.

Standing confidently in front of the misted rubble.

Long, vibrant purple hair cascaded in thick waves down to her waist. Her fierce, glowing violet eyes stared him down from beneath heavy, dark lashes.

She was poured into a tight, seamless black latex bodysuit that clung to every single inch of her curves. The material shone, looking perpetually wet under the flickering emergency lights.

Her figure was an absolute masterpiece of sin.

Wide, swaying hips. Thick, incredibly muscular thighs. Her heavy chest heaved with every breath, the soft mounds barely contained by the curve-hugging, restrictive suit.

Every slight motion she made—every confident step she took forward—sent a mesmerizing ripple across her body. The heavy jiggle of her thighs. The soft bounce of her chest.

She was an apex predator perfectly shaped as a walking temptation.

But what stood out far more than her overwhelming beauty—was the suffocating pressure she emitted.

Massive, overwhelming kinetic energy radiated off her skin in waves, distorting the air around her like the heat coming off a live bomb.

"You hit like a tank..." the vampire muttered, struggling to pull his mangled body free from the crater, his voice a painful, wet rasp. "No... not a tank."

"A bullet train," she corrected smoothly. She casually cracked her knuckles, her voice a deep, smoky purr. "And you just took it head-on."

His crimson eyes narrowed dangerously. "You..."

"Ytrisia," Cruxius called out casually from behind her, lazily brushing a piece of rubble off his bare shoulder. "Took you long enough to get here."

Ytrisia tilted her head slightly, glancing back at him. She blinked, her violet eyes showing a hint of confusion, clearly recalling their prior conversation.

"But you explicitly told me to arrive slightly late?"

"...."

Cruxius mentally sighed, realizing he probably shouldn’t have given her such literal instructions. He just shook his head, turning his attention back to the battered vampire, finding the ancient creature far more sensible to his words than his own enforcer right now.

"Haah!" The vampire let out a feral, bloody growl, finally pulling himself from the wall.

"You... you filthy humans actually think a little cheap trickery and brute strength will—"

She absolutely did not let him finish.

Ytrisia moved.

Another deafening burst—BOOM!—the air violently cracked again as she drove forward.

This time it was a devastating palm strike. The vampire hastily threw his arms up in a desperate block—a terrible call.

CRASH!

The sheer, ungodly velocity of her blow launched him once again. This time, he went straight through the next structural wall. His body disappeared into the thick concrete like a broken ragdoll casually tossed from a moving cannon.

Terrified screams from the office floors beneath them echoed up through the hole as massive chunks of debris and stone rained down.

Ytrisia exhaled a slow, hot breath, her purple eyes focused like deadly daggers on the gaping hole.

But as she took a confident step forward to finish the job—

A sudden, unnatural chill swept through the dusty air.

The remaining section of the wall rippled exactly where the vampire had vanished. And from the shadows—he emerged.

His dark hair was disheveled. His fine suit was torn to shreds. Thick blood continuously dribbled from his chin.

But he was smiling.

"You honestly think you’re so physically strong..." he whispered, his voice echoing eerily in the hall. "But let’s see exactly how well that fragile human mind of yours holds up."

He slowly raised a pale, bloody hand. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

And with a deeply cruel grin, he whispered a single command—

"Just die."

A psychic pulse.

A massive, invisible shriek of mental pressure launched down the hallway. It screamed through the air like a dying banshee, crashing straight into Ytrisia’s mind.

Except...

Absolutely nothing happened.

She didn’t even twitch.

She didn’t blink.

Ytrisia just stood there, staring at him with a completely flat, bored expression.

She turned her head to look at Cruxius, observing him for a long moment, then looked back at the vampire. She blinked again, looking genuinely surprised.

Her surprise wasn’t because the vampire was still standing after taking so much physical damage.

She was surprised because Cruxius, before sending her here, had specifically warned her that she would face a severe mental attack, and that she absolutely needed protection.

And the nature of that protection is what made her so surprised now.

The vampire blinked. Then he blinked again.

"What?"

A loud snort came from the side. Cruxius simply couldn’t hold it in anymore.

"Pfft—" He openly laughed at the creature’s confusion.

The ancient vampire turned his head slowly, his crimson eyes gleaming with rising panic. "What?"

Cruxius lazily pointed a finger at Ytrisia’s smooth, pale neck.

"Can’t you see what she’s wearing?"

The vampire’s gaze dropped, his eyes narrowing as he focused.

And then, he finally saw it.

A locket.

It was small, silver, and elegant—clasped tightly around her throat like a delicate collar. Within the clear glass casing of the jewelry, swirled a very small vial of dark, thick red liquid.

Blood.

And not just any random blood.

Cruxius’s blood.

The vampire’s pale face violently twisted in horror.

"You... You actually gave her your blood!?"

Cruxius shrugged, clearly amused by the panic. "What, did you honestly think I’d send my best enforcer in blind?"

"H-how?" Alath’s face contorted into a messy mask of pure rage and sudden, gripping terror.

He had fully expected that, given the boy’s apparent abandonment by his lineage, he would be entirely unaware of the true, terrifying properties and immense strength his Royal blood held.

But seeing such a calculated, tactical use of it—using a mere drop to create an impenetrable mental shield for a human—made Alath instantly realize exactly how dangerous this young man truly was, and the catastrophic potential he held.

"Damn you!" Alath let out a furious scream.

He lunged forward once again, a wild, reckless blur of fangs and claws—but Ytrisia was already moving to intercept.

They clashed violently.

Heavy latex-covered fists slammed against ancient, bloody claws. Massive shockwaves blasted the remains of the hallway apart, turning the air into a storm of dust and debris.

And as the brutal, earth-shaking battle between the vampire and the woman exploded into total chaos behind him, Cruxius simply turned his back.

He was entirely unbothered. Covered in his own blood. Still smiling.

He casually walked forward, stepping past the shuddering, cracking walls, leaving the chaotic fight to echo in the distance. He walked through the next shattered doorway, stepping into the ruined, smoking hallway of the upper office levels.

His heavy boots crunched loudly over broken glass.

Smoke trailed lazily behind him.

He muttered quietly under his breath:

’Who might have been injured....’

Cruxius was thinking logically. The massive amounts of fresh blood he had seen staining the vampire’s clothes were a very good indicator that someone else had already been severely injured—or killed—up here before he arrived.

As he moved through the gloom, he finally arrived outside the door to his own private office.

When he did, his dark eyes widened slightly, and he immediately halted his steps.

He saw the grim, undeniable sight of death.