10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 122- Sugar RUN!

A sharp, terrified gasp escaped her lips as her head jerked back violently, her vision instantly spinning into blackness.

Then, total darkness.

She was dragged roughly into the second black van as it rolled away smoothly behind the first.

The busy street was completely quiet once more.

A single, slightly worn school bag lay abandoned on the concrete, its side pocket unzipped, a lovingly crushed sandwich peeking out.

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

Sugar’s voice sliced sharply through the thick tension of the train car, trembling heavily with both authority and sheer desperation.

But it wasn’t her powerful voice that stopped them in their tracks.

SPLAT!

A grotesque, massive splash of thick blood slammed violently against the safety glass window directly behind Cruxius.

It didn’t drip down the pane.

It didn’t fall to the floor.

It hovered—suspended perfectly in mid-air, shivering unnaturally like it was something completely alive. The dim emergency lights in the cabin flickered once... then died completely. Total darkness swallowed absolutely everything as a strange, sickening low hum began to pulse heavily through the air.

Every breath in the room halted.

Every heartbeat became deafening thunder.

Cruxius turned halfway around, his glowing golden eyes narrowing sharply, his brilliant mind sharpening like a bloody scalpel.

Darithi moved first.

Her usually lifeless, perfect expression crumbled instantly into raw, instinctive terror.

"MASTER!!"

She screamed, her voice cracking.

Feet skidding rapidly back across the floor, she drew her sharp blade in one fluid motion—her knuckles pale white, her grip uncharacteristically unsteady.

Ytrisia’s breath caught painfully, the fine hair on the back of her neck rising. Violent purple energy shimmered aggressively across her toned arms as she crouched defensively. "Cruxius...!"

Eventide blinked rapidly in the dark, her voice low, hushed with awe. "What... the hell is that...?"

The very air twisted.

That hovering blood—incredibly dense, heavy, and crimson—began to churn violently, as if something monstrous beneath its surface had just begun to breathe. Sickening bubbles erupted inside it, thick and sticky. White bone speared out of the liquid. Wet sinew latched onto it. Veins. Thick muscles. Pale skin.

A terrifying humanoid shape was weaving itself together purely from the floating blood.

The crimson swirl contorted, writhing violently into a tall, incredibly slender female figure—long limbs lengthening, a graceful spine arching backward. Skin formed in rapid patches, unnaturally smooth and deathly pale, unmarred by any mark of human birth or life. Her face sculpted itself next, deeply elegant yet entirely inhuman, exactly as if carved from polished ivory.

Then—her eyes.

They opened very slowly.

Pitch-black. Completely depthless. Utterly cold.

No whites.

No pupils.

Just an endless, terrifying dark, exactly like a void hungering for the light.

Her incredibly long hair unfurled heavily down her bare back, still drenched completely in the leftover gore—dark, flowing like soaked silk, with deep, wet crimson bleeding into its very tips. She stood perfectly mid-air, entirely bare, dripping wet, and unmoving.

And yet her sheer presence crushed the air out of the room.

A heavy stillness that absolutely didn’t belong to the living.

A silence far too sharp to be natural.

Then—softly, but firmly—the naked vampire spoke:

"...Target finally located."

’!’

’Blood Stream...!?’

Cruxius’s golden pupils dilated fully.

His sharp jaw clenched.

’That’s a royal vampire travel technique: Blood Stream Projection. Only the absolute upper elite use that... Which means—’

His brilliant mind was much faster, maybe a hundred times faster than his physical body, which had yet to catch up—his broad shoulders relaxing just enough, his center of gravity shifting perfectly. Fingers curled slightly. Utterly calm. Highly controlled. Watching intently. But simply not physically fast enough to react to a royal.

’Who the hell is she?’

His analytical gaze scanned her entirely bare form—how she floated effortlessly, how her pale arms lunged towards his throat at exactly one-tenth of a second speed, how not even her heavy hair moved with the air due to sheer speed.

’Assassin. No question. Likely highly royal-blooded. Very young, too. Barely blooded. But highly stable. That’s infinitely worse.’

His stomach burned—not from genuine fear—but from rapid calculation, which was moving with such incredible speed that the whole physical world seemed to slow down to a crawl.

’The vampires moved. No, it absolutely must be her....but how?’

And then she bit down.

"KRRGH!!"

Cruxius’s deep voice tore the heavy air as time finally caught up to him....his human body far slower to react.

Her sharp fangs pierced his skin not with elegance—but exactly like a rusted, jagged spike rammed directly into a vital nerve cluster. The very moment her teeth sank deep into his neck, it was exactly as if his blood caught fire.

A searing, agonizing pulse surged from the deep puncture straight to his skull, exactly like his arteries were being pumped full of molten iron. His strong legs buckled immediately under the strain.

He dropped heavily to his knees, his spine arched in agony, his fists clawing desperately at the metal ground as his powerful body convulsed violently.

It wasn’t just physical pain—it was absolute possession.

His heart skipped dangerously. His lungs froze solid. The royal vampire wasn’t just draining his blood. She was injecting pure, dark command.

Every single drop she stole instantly turned into a heavy chain, looping right back into him to tightly wrap around his muscles, his firing nerves, his very will to live.

His right hand spasmed uncontrollably.

His vision violently blurred.

Something vital inside him finally snapped.

He collapsed heavily onto his side with a dry, rattling gasp, twitching uncontrollably on the floor, thick drool trailing from the corner of his handsome mouth. His body was entirely no longer his.

The vampire’s pale face remained totally blank. Expressionless. Not filled with lust. Not glee. Just cold, mechanical execution.

She had exactly one job.

Kill Cruxius Blac.

’Shit, this weak body.’ Cruxius thrashed weakly on the floor, barely able to move his numb fingers.

He wasn’t just being bitten.

He was being entirely drained of life.

"MASTER!!"

Darithi’s raw shriek tore violently through the haze.

She didn’t hesitate or wait.

Her vibrating blade was out before her foot even fully moved. She crossed the small space exactly like a ghost—silent, absolutely certain, and deadly.

But— 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Ytrisia moved first.

With absolutely no time for words, she vanished entirely in a bright violet blur.

The glowing portal Sugar had just begun forming warped dangerously under the sudden, massive shift in kinetic energy. Ytrisia appeared directly above the floating vampire mid-air, her shoulder twisted back for maximum force.

BOOM!

Her glowing elbow slammed down exactly like a meteor, a massive, explosive shockwave bursting violently through the cabin, shattering the remaining windows.

The vampire’s head snapped brutally to the side, her fangs tearing violently free from Cruxius’s neck with a wet, sickening shlick.

Dark blood sprayed heavily. Cruxius collapsed fully against the floor, his body going totally limp.

But the vampire absolutely didn’t fall.

She dissolved instantly—melting perfectly back into a pool of blood—then rapidly reformed several meters away, crouched low like a predator. One pale hand was flat on the floor, her dark eyes glowing ominously.

Ytrisia didn’t even blink.

She was already moving rapidly again, pure fury blazing intensely in her core. "Don’t you ever touch him," she growled, her voice trembling—not with fear, but with absolutely possessive, blinding rage.

"Sugar! Portals—position her!"

"Already—!"