10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 123- Vampire’s Attack

Sugar’s voice cracked slightly, genuine panic flooding her normally controlled magic as she rapidly opened a glowing gate directly behind the creature.

Darithi arrived in that exact heartbeat—tragically too late to intercept the fatal bite, too late to prevent the massive loss of blood—but not too late to kill.

Her sharp blade blurred. No wind. No bright flash. Just a highly compressed, thin vibration screaming violently through the air.

The agile vampire dodged, but barely.

Her perfectly smooth cheek opened up in a very thin, bright red line.

She staggered back, her dark eyes narrowing—exactly like she hadn’t expected such fierce, coordinated resistance.

"You really don’t know what you’re touching," Darithi said completely coldly, her face hollow and terrifying. "He’s absolutely not yours to harm."

Eventide’s body flickered rapidly beside Sugar. "What is she?! What the hell is she even made of?!"

"She’s dying in exactly six seconds if she doesn’t run," Ytrisia growled darkly.

The naked vampire hissed loudly. She wasn’t wounded deeply. She wasn’t scared. Just... deeply irritated. Like this physical fight was totally beneath her royal status.

Then the metal floor around her pulsed an angry red.

The thick blood she had just spilled from Cruxius began to rise—not as a fine mist—but it shaped itself rapidly into dark hands, reaching, grasping desperately.

’Fuck, this soon...,’ Cruxius, while lying paralyzed on the floor, finally managed to move his heavy, numb hand with agonizing pain, desperately reaching into his ruined coat pocket. Given from the heavily guarded treasury of the Blac family, he not only took out his mother’s precious pendant but also had brought something else entirely with him.

A glowing green vial..... something which was absolutely needed to save him right now.

The royal vampire’s sudden attack had already made things infinitely worse, and now he was forced to break the ancient seal early, as he simply could not waste precious time going back.

And either way, he was intensely pissed off after feeling this much sheer, humiliating pain.

Clank!

The thick glass vial shattered against the floor.

The glowing green liquid soaked into Cruxius’s bloody chest instantly, vanishing completely beneath his skin exactly like it was absorbed straight into his pulsing bloodstream.

The physical effect was utterly violent.

The vampire’s dark grip on his blood collapsed entirely—snapping instantly like brittle twine. Massive, ancient power surged violently back into his veins.

The vampire’s pale mouth flew open. Her dark eyes widened in pure, raw, instinctive dread.

"Wha—what is—GHHAAAGHH!!"

She screamed bloody murder.

A raw, ragged, inhuman howl tore violently from her pale throat as thick black smoke poured heavily from her lips. Her bare body jerked back violently like she’d just been stabbed deep in the gut with a hot iron. Her arms flailed once—then locked completely—spasming violently as if every single muscle had completely turned against her.

Her flawless skin began to blister horribly. Tiny, disgusting bubbles formed rapidly under her pale surface and burst violently, dripping thick red.

"AGHHH! AGHH—YOU... YOU FED ME—NO—NO THIS CURSED BLOOD—IT’S—IT’S WRONG!!"

Her pale knees slammed brutally to the floor of the train with a metallic THUD, her sharp claws scraping uselessly and frantically at the solid ground.

Then—

THUMP.

She collapsed fully, her body twisting violently mid-fall. Her flawless face smashed brutally against the steel, her agonizing shriek cutting short into a choked, wet gasp.

Thick smoke rose heavily from her bare, blistering back.

Her breath rasped wetly through clenched, bloody teeth, her dark eyes wide in terror, her long fingers twitching in absolute panic as the ancient green seal burned aggressively through her entire body from the inside out.

"Wh-what did you just do to me...?" she whispered hoarsely, her arrogant voice completely cracking. "That blood... that blood—it’s superior... it’s far above me—AGHHH!!"

She curled completely in on herself, shivering violently, a proud, royal predator instantly reduced to a writhing, pathetic heap on the bloody floor.

Cruxius exhaled a long, shaky breath and spat thick blood to the side.

"...I told you not to bite royalty, bitch."

The bright sunlight leaking heavily through the giant, floor-to-ceiling windows didn’t make the massive Blac family mansion feel any warmer.

Thalia groaned softly as she blinked her tired eyes open. Another day. Another damn morning trapped in this golden cage.

She sat up slowly, rubbing her aching temples. The massive bed was entirely too soft. The silk sheets too crisp.

Absolutely everything was too... perfect.

She hated it intensely.

’Why the hell am I still here?’ she muttered bitterly in her mind. ’Oh, right. Because I’ve got absolutely no choice.’

Cruxius had practically dumped her here just a few days ago—his twisted, arrogant idea of "helping" her.

After completely turning her entire life upside down, forcefully dragging her to his bed, utterly ruining her quiet life, and even after that... instead of just leaving her alone, he’d handed her directly over to his incredibly powerful family, to his terrifying people. He casually said she should "be useful to him."

’Asshole,’ she thought, pulling her curvy body out of the massive bed and grabbing the very first decent, modest thing she could find to wear in the massive closet.

Downstairs, a massive breakfast was already waiting. Incredibly fancy stuff, way too fancy for her simple taste. She picked at the exquisite food, not genuinely hungry but needing the raw energy. The imported eggs were perfectly fluffy, the artisan toast warm, absolutely everything cooked exactly like it belonged on the glossy cover of a food magazine.

She was exactly halfway through when a very familiar, stern voice floated into the dining room.

"Miss Thalia, Master Ermond would urgently like to see you in the main study."

Of course. Ermond—the ever-so-stern, absolutely never-messing-around head butler of the Blac family. She shut her eyes tightly, feeling her soft lips tremble in frustration, set her silver fork down heavily, and stood up.

’Can’t even finish breakfast in bloody peace.’

She obediently followed the silent servant down the incredibly polished, endless hallway. Shining marble floors. Solid gold trim. Incredibly expensive, original paintings on every damn wall. She absolutely hated how the massive place screamed old money.

Not because she was poor, but because it constantly, heavily reminded her how this was a place where she definitely didn’t belong.

It was constantly reminding her that she was locked in a beautiful cage, in a terrifying place that was not hers and could absolutely never be a place where she could comfortably stay for a long time.

At the massive double doors, Ermond stood perfectly waiting, his hands clasped behind his back exactly like always. His stoic expression absolutely didn’t shift a millimeter when he saw her—no polite greeting, absolutely no emotion. Just those incredibly sharp, judging eyes that made her feel like she was constantly under a heavy microscope.

"You’re late," he said completely plainly.

"I was eating," she shot back defensively before instantly biting her tongue. ’Stupid Thalia. Don’t talk back to him.’

She vividly recalled how she really should keep her manners in strict check, considering whatever dark reason had brought her here. She should try to take it in a highly optimistic way, considering she was actually learning valuable things from him, which was far too much of a massive favor.

If she looked at this in a highly positive light, this specific training might really, truly change her life in a good way.

He didn’t even argue. He just turned sharply and walked in, fully expecting her to obey and follow. She did.