My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines-Chapter 34 - Ytrisia’s Suspicion

LIVE from NNTV News—

"We're standing at the ruins of what was once the regional cartoon broadcasting center. Behind me—"

The camera panned to a colossal, lifeless husk of a centipede—its armored body cracked, smoldering, and twitching in its final death throes.

"—the creature responsible for terrorizing this block, crushed beyond recognition. Eyewitnesses say a young villain escaped moments before authorities arrived. The motive remains unclear, but damage is estimated in the millions."

Dust still clung to the air. Ash and the scent of ozone lingered like static on skin.

"No word yet from the Hero Association on who responded to the attack—"

Just behind the chaos, out of frame—while the voices of dray porters faded into the background—Volta stood with her arms crossed, watching the boy sob quietly in the back of an unmarked van. He was wrapped in an emergency blanket, eyes red and swollen.

No cameras had caught her landing. No news anchor knew the truth: the strike had been a single blow. Clean. Efficient. No casualties.

"So, why did you do it?" Ytrisia asked, her gaze settling on the boy she had just saved—perhaps from destruction, or perhaps from a label that would ruin his life. There was anger in him, yes. But no one to guide him. No one to tell him that his powers might define his future.

"Noona—sniff—they canceled my favorite cartoon show," the child cried, both hands wiping tears from his cheeks, a tiny centipede resting on his head. The creature shifted gently, as if trying to comfort him.

Volta narrowed her eyes.

'A centipede controller?' She noted how another small, almost cute centipede crawled onto the boy's shoulder, attempting to console him. Something about it felt off.

"How did your centipede get armor?" Walter asked, his voice sharp with suspicion. That creature hadn't just appeared—it had gear, design, degradation from use. That wasn't a random mutation or child's play. Someone had given it real equipment.

"It was an uncle," the boy murmured. "He told me I should visit the channel myself and make them continue the show..."

He sniffled again, recalling how, just that morning at the hospital, he'd cried to his mother about the show's cancellation.

An unfamiliar handsome man approached, gave his mother a card, and she reacted as if she were meeting a celebrity. He then took both of them for a ride in a big, expensive car.

According to her mother, he was a trustworthy person.

So, he did the same and followed his words, as he promised to give her another big house, and even Mom said to do whatever he says.

He explained that superheroes should not be trusted; they are bad people.

He even gave new clothes to his centipede, which was now dead.

"What? Where did you meet him? Did he know you had powers? Did he give you those tools?" Ytrisia's eyes narrowed further.

From the reports she had, the boy had just awakened his power and was about to begin a foundation course at the Academy—after receiving a medical fitness certificate from the hospital.

So how, in just a few hours, had someone managed to equip him, manipulate him, and incite this much destruction?

It didn't add up. Not without access. Not without connections, an established network, and a plan already in motion—this was impossible.

"I went to the hospital for the certificate... Mom wanted it for my admission. That's where I met the uncle who..." He coughed, his body clearly struggling not due to pain but a sudden realization about how he was about to tell a hero about that uncle. "Big sis... can we talk tomorrow? I feel sleepy."

He looked drained—understandable, considering he had pushed his power to its limit.

His ability wasn't just to control centipedes. He could evolve them—enhance them drastically in a single swoop.

But doing so drained him entirely.

That centipede—his last one—had already been killed by this superhero seated in front of him.

Just like the uncle had warned him.

The same superheroes who were behind the cancellation of Robo Doggo, his favorite show.

The same people who had destroyed even his favorite pet... when all he wanted was to ask why.

He could not reveal anything to these bad people.

Ytrisia's brows furrowed.

'Why is he lying?'

She had done her part. Protected the boy. But now... now she could see it.

The shift in his tone, the faint hesitation, the look in his eyes—he was making excuses.

And someone had taught him to.

No one should be able to manipulate a child this deeply, this quickly, unless it is done from an early age—by someone like his parents.

Not unless some supervillain with mind control—not someone involved in these small incidents had done it before.

Something was very wrong here.

"Fine, you can sleep. I will bring you to your mother. Tell me your house address", Ytrisia, with her hands folded, nodded at the child, indicating that she would at least try to get some information about his home from his mother.

To be truthful, unlike a child who is honest, the mother may lie to her, which is possible.

Potentially she could not do anything without having any clue on it, prompting her to just take out her phone and dial a number.

Given if there was really a supervillain roaming around manipulating children to create chaos, then it could be dangerous.

However, given her manager and the subsidiary company belonging to the Blac family to whom she belonged as a superhero would not go into detail just due to her suspicion and may even be detected by that unknown man, to have the capability to convince a child into even lying in a short amount of time.

Who knows if he was able to track back to her, trying to find his traces.

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Making her need higher authority to get the information.

She dialed a number, calling someone whom she trusted to get the information without being caught.

// Hello // came a womanly voice from the other side of the call.

"Hello, Darithi, I want you to do a job for me."