10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 165- Evangeline’s Demands

Profound silence fell.

Even the very air in the room seemed to hold its breath in sheer terror.

Cruxius’s throat clicked audibly as he slowly straightened his posture. His long fingers flexed slightly near the opening of his coat pocket, as if instinctively reaching for a hidden weapon—but he didn’t pull anything out.

Instead, he spoke. His tone carried a strained, unnatural calm.

"I wasn’t aware your kind preferred to walk into rooms that had already been cleaned up for you."

The woman didn’t respond immediately.

Her ruby gaze traveled lazily across the sheer destruction of the room—the fallen guards, the broken mahogany desks, the sea of shattered glass. Her glowing eyes lingered on Ytrisia’s unconscious, curvaceous form for only a fleeting second... then snapped right back to Cruxius.

Her voice was smooth as velvet, yet incredibly biting. "You don’t look all that impressive in person."

Cruxius exhaled a slow, measured breath. One corner of his mouth twitched upward. It wasn’t quite a full smirk.

"Most women say the exact same thing right after the first night."

Stillness.

No angry reaction. No sudden movement.

Just those ancient, red eyes. Silently watching him. Coldly measuring his worth.

He took a slow step forward, subtly angling his broad body to act as a physical shield for the vulnerable humans groaning behind him.

While his posture was casual, his dark eyes were intensely fixated on the heavy, ornate pendant resting in the valley of the woman’s cleavage. He could clearly see the faint, lingering energy signatures radiating from it.

Deep, buried memories flared in his mind, sparking a hidden, dark amusement. He could only imagine the gruesome, anger-filled reaction her trapped, weaker half was likely giving right now from inside that metal cage.

"So," he continued, keeping his tone far lighter than the crushing weight currently pressing down on the room. "You are the infamous Queen."

"Yes."

Evangeline looked down her nose at the young man standing in front of her. He possessed the incredibly rare bloodline of the Bloodmoon, yet she didn’t feel nearly as intrigued as she had expected.

She had assumed her trapped, weaker self had used clairvoyance to guide her toward him because he was something magnificent.

But after observing his battered, unremarkable state, she realized the bitter truth. Just like her pathetic other half trapped inside the pendant, he was simply weak.

Overall, it made perfect, annoying sense that her weaker self would be intensely attracted to a mortal male so befitting of her own pathetic level.

’!’

"Someone from the thirteen major families... no, not just someone, but one of the actual heads?"

The rough, awestruck voice belonged to Raekin Blac. The head of the family, who had naturally been humiliated and stripped of his pride until now, found his footing.

He maintained a firm, hardened look toward the terrifying woman. Her regal, inhuman physical appearance painfully reminded him of the parasitic race he hated more than anything else in the present world.

Simply because, after years of exhaustive effort to hide his son, just when he thought the vampires might have finally forgotten about Cruxius’s existence... they suddenly sent a messenger to demand his immediate arrival for a cutthroat, suicidal battle. A battle where, being naturally human, he would undoubtedly be slaughtered.

He glared firmly at the Queen, refusing to flinch from the suffocating, raw killing intent radiating from her body.

She hadn’t even directed it toward him specifically, but for anyone in the room capable of basic logic, the lethal energy was clearly evident and terrifying.

"Raekin Blac. Shouldn’t you be fully aware that I am not looking at you right now?"

Evangeline spoke without even bothering to turn her gaze in his direction. She firmly delivered a cold, absolute order to the patriarch, telling him not to dare interrupt her while she was closely observing the young man she was about to forcefully claim as her consort.

Evangeline’s words hung heavy in the air like a poised guillotine—sharp, freezing cold, and terribly final.

Raekin Blac’s jaw tightened so hard his teeth ground together. His towering pride was visibly, painfully wounded, but he was smart enough not to respond.

He simply took a slow half-step backward, clasping his trembling hands tightly behind his back in complete silence. He looked exactly like a severely reprimanded wolf forced to bare its neck to a much larger, apex predator.

Cruxius, however, seemed entirely unaffected by the lethal tension.

He casually shifted his weight to one side, his hands sliding deep into his coat pockets. He looked completely at ease, as if this tense standoff was nothing more than a slightly bothersome conversation at a boring late-night banquet.

Yet, his dark, calculating eyes never once left hers.

"You came all this way," he said, his voice dropping low and smooth, "just to collect a simple consort?"

Evangeline finally turned her body to fully face him. Her ruby eyes were half-lidded, entirely unreadable.

She began walking toward him. Her slow, echoing steps were unnervingly deliberate, the sheer fabric of her dress swishing around her pale legs.

She stopped just a few paces away, invading his personal space.

She stared intensely at his face for a long, heavy moment.

And then, just as suddenly as she approached, she turned away.

The sharp click of her heels against the broken tiles sounded much softer now, almost... thoughtful. She stopped halfway toward the ruined double doors.

"Come," she ordered quietly, not bothering to look back over her shoulder. "You are accompanying me." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Cruxius lazily raised a dark eyebrow, but he didn’t move a single inch.

"Fine," he replied after a calculated beat. His voice was once again languid—far too calm, acting as if the crushing weight of vampire royalty didn’t press down on his broad shoulders at all. "But that girl will go with me."

Evangeline paused mid-step.

Slowly, her silver-crowned head turned back around.

"What girl?"

A voice came from the shadowed doorway—soft, and visibly shaken.

"I—I... Cruxius...?"

Every eye in the room turned toward the sound.

There, standing like a beautiful, trembling painting at the edge of a war-torn canvas, was a young woman.

Lira.

Her vibrant pink hair was heavily tousled, damp strands clinging to her flushed cheeks from sweat. She wore a traditional black and white maid’s outfit, the crisp fabric now dirtied from floating ash and thick dust, though its cute frills were still largely intact despite the sheer chaos around her.

She stood stiffly by the doorframe, her golden eyes blown wide with a chaotic mixture of deep confusion, raw horror, and utter disbelief at the carnage.

Evangeline’s predatory gaze locked onto the pretty maid like a drawn sword.

Her delicate brows lifted slowly in surprise.

Then, they narrowed dangerously.

"Wasn’t the pathetic human woman you were eagerly rutting with, like a mindless rabbit, supposed to have black hair?"

The entire room completely froze.

"....So that’s what happened," Cruxius thought, the final piece of the puzzle sliding into place.

He finally understood exactly why the reclusive Queen had personally sent someone after him so soon. It turned out that the magical pendant—most likely the trapped, desperate soul of her other half—must have actively used her Clairvoyance.

She had somehow shared a vivid dream vision of him intimately tangled up with Seleyena, prompting the volatile Queen to take immediate, jealous action.

It was almost like the heavens’ twisted way of dealing with his meddling.

He had intentionally awakened Seleyena’s latent powers, but at the exact same time, he had accelerated the timeline far too much. The unpredictable butterfly effect had kicked in with a vengeance, creating a scenario he hadn’t fully prepared for.