My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 95 - Cruxius Got Caught

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 - Cruxius Got Caught

"Hero Association might’ve sent someone from the middle ranks, if I’m guessing right..."

Cruxius’s thoughts paced alongside him as he moved through the hollow corridor of the train. Dim lights flickered above, casting the metallic walls in stuttering gold. His boots clicked against the blood-smeared floor, leaving dark half-prints behind—footsteps of the orchestrator, not a participant.

Hands deep in the pockets of his coat, he walked like a man with nothing to fear. Because he didn’t.

Ytrisia and Darithi were ahead, and if any poor soul from the Association had dared step into their reach—well, they weren’t walking out whole. Darithi didn’t know restraint. Ytrisia sometimes remembered to care.

He inhaled the coppery scent of aftermath. Then—

"Haah... So, is this done, girls—"

He pushed open the door and stopped. The words died in his throat. Dead silence.

There, inside the compartment, four figures locked in tension. Two of them his—Ytrisia and Darithi—silent and poised. And across from them...

Eventide. Rough around the edges, tense. Her suit scraped, one shoulder hanging by threads.

And beside her—

Her.

Sugar.

Frozen. Wide-eyed. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something but forgot how. Her gaze was fixed on him—no, not him. His posture. His stance. The way he entered the room like he owned it. Hands in pockets. Mask gleaming. Arrogance curled into the way he tilted his head.

She knew.

He saw it. That flicker of recognition. The puzzle pieces snapping together in her eyes.

Cruxius blinked once.

’What the fuck is my ex doing here?’

Technically, she wasn’t. He never let her go, not really. But until he could make her fall in love with him again, he had to give her some placeholder title.

Her voice broke the silence, barely audible, shaky in a way that didn’t suit her at all.

"C-Cruxius...?"

The name dropped like a stone in water. It wasn’t just recognition—it was confirmation. She had been suspicious. But now, seeing him like this... there was no doubt.

And beside her, Eventide’s eyes flinched.

The name Ytrisia had whispered earlier in that venom-laced tone—"Eventide." It had tugged at her memory then. Something half-forgotten, from the hospital raid months ago. The woman she’d fought there... cold, vicious, overwhelmingly strong. She hadn’t known the name at the time.

But now—Sugar’s whisper landed. Cruxius.

A second realization stabbed into Eventide’s gut.

This wasn’t just any villain cell. This was his. This whole thing.

She turned slightly toward Sugar, her brows drawn tight, but before either of them could speak—

CLANK.

"KURGHH—!!"

A flash of metal. A vibrating blur. A sound like a giant tuning fork slamming against reality.

Darithi moved.

Sugar didn’t.

She couldn’t. Too much—too fast. Her body frozen in place, her pupils wide as she stared at the incoming blade. It glinted in her eye. A perfect reflection of death, honed and immediate.

Darithi’s movement hadn’t come from hate. It was instinct. Protection. She saw the look on her master’s face—saw that unfamiliar crack in his composure, saw the moment his world shifted—and she panicked. The identity of her master couldn’t be revealed. Not now. Not like this.

Even if it meant blinding someone.

But just before the blade could slice—

BANG.

The shot was thunder.

A single bullet tore through the air, hitting Darithi’s sword mid-swing. Metal shrieked as it flew from her grip, ricocheting violently off the walls before slamming into the far corner. It rattled once. Then silence.

Darithi stumbled back, not out of pain—but shock. Her head turned sharply, eyes behind the mask locking onto him.

Everyone froze.

Even Ytrisia tensed slightly. Eventide stepped instinctively in front of Sugar, eyes burning. Sugar’s breath caught in her throat, her legs weak.

And in the center of the room, Cruxius stood. One arm raised. Desert Eagle still aimed.

His fingers didn’t tremble. His stance didn’t shift.

But the room felt colder.

His voice tore the silence.

"Don’t hurt her."

Not a warning.

A command.

Heavy. Absolute. Crackling with fury and something else—something possessive.

Or at least he tried to act possessive, like a person who loved deeply but was cornered into betraying someone. Yet in his heart, he carried the burden and love for the one whom he betrayed.

Because to be honest, he just got caught on the first day of his introduction to this world as a supervillain, and clearly, his identity was revealed.

So, forget his plan to give an introduction; here, Sugar herself gave one.

With his mind taken over, his voice cold, his hands clenched and face turned to that of a predator awakening after seeing someone close to his heart getting hurt, he declared.

"....She is Mine."

’!?’

Sugar’s lips parted, but no sound came. She couldn’t look away.

Darithi stood frozen, confused—not by the shot, but by the reason. She’d moved to protect him, hadn’t she? Why had he stopped her?

But his eyes never even flicked toward her.

They were locked on Sugar.

And something unspoken pulsed behind that mask. ’...Oh, I see,’ Darithi seemed to understand her master’s intentions. As if looking into a mirror, she knew all too well, prompting her to instantly give a backflip to distance herself from Sugar.

’No, is he repeating the same mistake again?!’ Sugar, on the other hand, was clearly shocked, her mind recalling the past life where this man now standing in front of her chose a path where he was, just like before, alone in handling the duty that belonged to the Hero Association.

He was alone, trying to act undercover as a supervillain to protect humanity.

A selfless man whom she loved... loved until the day he betrayed her.

"Darithi and Ytrisia, let’s leave. I will find some other time to complete our task," Cruxius said, looking towards Sugar, remembering how to manipulate her, given she was, in the end, a superheroine who had acted as an undercover supervillain, making excuses and countless plans, and had portrayed himself as a lone wolf—a fighter who was walking a path away from the corruption within the Hero Association and the evils of supervillains to save humanity.

Just a cliché dramatic story he needed to impress a cold superheroine named Sugar.

So at least he would have an excuse not to escape as far as he was in this getup.

"Y-yes," Ytrisia said, who was clearly confused considering she was pulled here by Darithi.

Arriving in front of both Sugar and Eventide in a situation where she needed to act or else she would be the first one to become suspicious, she just followed by attacking them without harming or inflicting major wounds. But the result was simply that she got caught.

A futile fight.

’....’

Ytrisia and Darithi slowly moved forward, clearly passing beside both Sugar and Eventide, ignoring their trance state and looking towards them in confusion as they approached Cruxius, pulling down their masks while removing the cloaks, which were unnecessary now.

’Come on, Sugar, burst before I leave,’ Cruxius thought, as given the situation and his acting, there was an emotional blockage that might spark in this moment where, as per the past life story, he had chosen to become a supervillain for the safety of this world, so Sugar might stop him or something.

But there was no reply coming from her side, making him think that maybe she had truly become detached from him as he turned and moved to leave.

"Stop, Cruxius, you cannot ruin your life again!"