10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 110- Ashwell

But he simply raised his hand, clutching a sleek tablet tightly. "Urgent," he breathed out, bypassing the executives and handing it straight to Elbawar.

The moment the screen illuminated his face, Elbawar’s stoic eyes widened a fraction of an inch.

The others stood up abruptly behind him as he silently turned the tablet around for them to see.

A livestream. Millions of active viewers already pouring into the feed.

The Blac Corporation Press Conference was in full swing.

And standing at the forefront—looking infuriatingly sharp in a tailored, fitted black coat that accentuated his broad shoulders, with the massive, glowing sigil of his corporation burning behind him—was Cruxius.

"...This is real-time," the reconnaissance hero added grimly, breaking the stunned silence.

Elbawar tapped his thick finger against the desk. "Put it on the main screen."

Within seconds, the room’s central holo-display flickered and burst into terrifying, high-definition life. The feed revealed Cruxius calmly and dangerously facing the massive crowd, dozens of hungry microphones pointed his way.

"—We begin today with a very simple statement," Cruxius’s voice echoed through the boardroom, smooth, dark, and overflowing with untouchable confidence. "The Hero Association has lost its control. It has fallen from grace. And today... we present undeniable proof."

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The fluorescent lights buzzed weakly above, casting flickering, sickly shadows on the damp concrete walls of Zone 7’s underground den. The air was heavy, thick with the stench of cheap tobacco, stale sweat, and the lingering ozone of fried electronics.

Scars from the last battle were still fresh—half the planning boards were burnt to a crisp, tactical gear lay scattered across the floor, and one of the old terminals was steadily leaking dark smoke.

Five villains sat around a dented metal table, none of them laughing for once.

Razorback cracked his massive knuckles, his voice rough and grating. "That last attack from the Hero Association... cost us more than just muscle. We lost half the squad—Ripper, Thornclaw, Sable... gone. And for what? A bloody warning shot."

Coiljaw snorted darkly, swigging from a half-empty bottle. "They hit us with everything. Labs burned. Supply lines cut. They want to erase Zone 7 entirely, not just scare us."

Sootshade’s eyes glinted coldly in the dim light. "We’re bleeding. And all because those higher-up idiots couldn’t keep their massive egos in check and got two of our A-rank villains killed by that tight-ass S-rank hero, Volta."

The frustration in the room was palpable, thick enough to choke on.

Just a few days ago—not even two full days—they had lost two highly valuable members at the hands of a superhero named Sugar while fighting Volta, delivering a fatal blow to their ranks.

Given their net worth and power levels, it was a dangerous situation; they had become weak enough for the Hero Association to comfortably use them as sacrificial scapegoats.

A broken television, wedged into the corner of the damp room, crackled loudly as someone flicked the channel idly.

"Turn it off," Sootshade grunted, rubbing his temples. "Don’t wanna see another smug cape—"

"Wait," Coiljaw held up a calloused hand, leaning forward. "That’s not the Association."

The flickering screen showed the Blac Corporation’s press conference. Cruxius stood there, his presence incredibly sharp and undeniably magnetic. His tailored black suit hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly, giving him an almost theatrical air of dominance as he stood at the head of a table, dozens of microphones thrust toward him.

"—The Hero Association has lost its control," he was saying, his deep voice carrying a smooth, persuasive rumble. "And today, we present undeniable proof."

As the screen flickered, a CCTV recording began to play on the massive monitor behind the senior members of the Blac Corporation. Though slightly blurry, the video showed a scene narrated by Cruxius himself.

"Naturally, I did criticize the Hero Association for its unethical attempts, including the attack I endured from one of their superheroes, Raiken. I had firmly stated how heroes should maintain discipline and restraint. However, deep down, I wondered if I was generalizing all heroes unfairly..."

"What is he going on about?" Coiljaw muttered, eyes glued to the footage. What kind of insane corporate stunt was this pretty-boy trying to pull now?

However, in a firm tone, Sootshade stopped him. "Shh, be quiet. Even if we haven’t taken our revenge, at least this guy is managing to corner the Association. Let him teach them a lesson."

’Lesson? Bastard, it’s because of this arrogant prick we became scapegoats in the first place,’ Coiljaw fumed internally. He couldn’t believe the others didn’t see it. Everything that had happened to them was because this man had deliberately provoked the Association.

While it seemed favorable to villains on the surface, it had completely backfired on the street-level syndicates. And here this idiot was treating the corporate billionaire like some kind of dark savior.

"I’m not teaching the Hero Association a ’lesson,’ in case some clueless pea-brain thinks that. But the video behind me is living proof that I may need to reconsider, and maybe things aren’t as simple as they seem. The Hero Association, mind you, is clearly a rogue organization. They blatantly attacked me in broad moonlight with the clear intention to kill..."

’!’

"What the... Why is the Hero Association after him?" one of the lower-tier villains asked, genuinely confused.

He looked at the others, not understanding why the Association would target the untouchable heir of the Blac Corporation—someone who could make their lives a living hell, considering the Association thrived on maintaining order specifically for the rich and powerful.

"Maybe the rich boy just wants attention... haha."

"To prove my point to those who think I’m just seeking attention, the latest videos show that not just Ryken—a low-ranking hero—but also Eventide, an S-rank hero, attacked me."

’!?!’

"Shit, that’s definitely that bitch. I saw her once—fighting a villain," Coiljaw muttered, immediately recognizing Eventide from her notoriously tight, skin-baring costume that always left a lasting impression on the underworld. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

On the screen, she was clearly shown lifting Cruxius by the neck, her thighs flexing as she tried to kill him after crashing through the glass.

"Did she just try to kill him?" The others were visibly shocked, watching the brutal footage unfold.

"I request the government to restrain the heroes as soon as possible—"

The villains watched, first with dark amusement, then with a growing, hungry fascination. The room fell dead silent again.

Suddenly, Cruxius’s phone rang on live TV. He answered it on speaker. The entire world heard the voice.

"Sir, the train scheduled to pass through Station Kael during off-grid hours—it’s unguarded... but it’s carrying recovered superhero gene-serum. Not verified. Just fragments. Leftover tech from the Ashwell Facility fire two years ago."

The air in Zone 7 instantly froze.

Even those watching live on the screen seemed to stop breathing. Their mouths parted, but no words came out.

Finally, one of them straightened up slowly. "Did he just say Ashwell?"

Another was already pacing, his boots clicking on the concrete. "Fragments of gene-serum. From Ashwell. That’s supposed to be gone. Burned. Covered up—hard. But if..."

A silent, greedy understanding spread across the group. Maybe this was a godsend.

Maybe they finally had a way to fight back against the capes. Now, Zone 7 had a real reason to strike—possibly with the indirect support of the Blac family heir, who had clearly turned his vast resources against the Association.

Normally, villains killed so many innocents they lost count. Heroes were just a powerful hassle. But people like Cruxius Blac—who, after being attacked just once, suddenly acted like they’ve woken up to how the world works—were the biggest hypocrites of all. He’d remained completely silent during all the atrocities committed by villains, and now he wanted to act like a righteous victim?