My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines-Chapter 29- Darithi’s Past

"Isn't it funny, Darithi, how some people expect others to realize their mistake and repent it?" Cruxius said while moving through the corridor, speaking directly without even bothering to search for Thalia.

He knew, most probably, it would be more profitable if she broke emotionally after talking with her stepsister—who would make sure to tell her some harsh reality humans always seem to ignore.

And then he, as her savior, would savor her and then save her from her broken state.

"I don't understand, Master," Darithi inquired, glancing around as if she wanted to move faster to search for Thalia.

But since her master was composed and unhurried, she did the same—just tagging along with him.

"Have you ever seen a serial killer begging for forgiveness from the victim's family after being prosecuted?" Cruxius asked, more amused than anything.

He knew exactly what Thalia wanted to achieve by talking with Jenny.

It reminded him of a particularly odd human trait: expecting those who hurt them to feel remorse or at least ask for forgiveness.

As if making others regret their misdeeds was some kind of fetish weak people developed—blind to the fact that those who commit such acts are often far stronger than those they hurt.

"No. Instead, they enjoy the tears," Darithi answered, recalling the typical trait of mass murderers—how they don't feel an ounce of regret for their crimes.

Rather, they find pleasure in others' suffering. She relayed this to Cruxius, though she still didn't understand why he was asking her such questions now.

"Then why do those family members still try to find regret in their eyes?" Cruxius asked, smiling faintly toward Darithi, his hands tucked into his pockets.

They were on the tenth floor now.

The open windows nearby let in a fresh breeze that fluttered his hair, making Darithi notice the nurses and women nearby glancing in their direction.

But she was used to that, so she ignored it.

"Because they see those killers through their own lens. If they were in the criminal's place, they would've regretted it," Darithi explained.

It was a normal trait of kind people—to expect others to seek forgiveness, simply because they themselves would have.

"Does that show how pathetic those people are?" Cruxius asked thoughtfully, his tone neutral, contrasting the words he said.

He was more interested in hearing Darithi's take, especially as they reached the stairs leading up to the eleventh floor.

Yeah—no lift. Just stairs. Passive exercise.

"No. It just shows how kind they are. They may betray—but they'll regret their choices once they realize them," she said without hesitation. She wasn't treating it as a weakness. More like defending herself.

Because she had regretted her own choices.

Brought up in an orphanage, her childhood was laced with competition to survive—always be noticeable among the crowd with her non-talented body.

Ytrisia was different; she was the top candidate to be noticed by the Young Master of the Blac family, who wanted to have a superpower holder bodyguard for himself—more like a playmate.

The butler of the Blac family was the orphanage's godfather, and when he announced that the young master of the Blac family may choose someone from among them, it was an opportunity for someone as extra as her.

She'd done everything to grab that opportunity.

From being a child to her teenage days, she'd gone to extremes.

Whenever any girl tried to approach him, she removed them, one by one—doing whatever it took to make him fall for her.

Until it all came back to her the night when she claimed the boy for herself—when they both turned 18.

It was a punishment for the death of a 17-year-old girl, which came like a curse to her.

She had destroyed a life a year ago before she first eloped with Cruxius.

'...I was definitely not kind...', Darithi's gaze lowered, and her hands twitched as she closed her eyes for a moment and recalled her past.

One girl—who simply wanted to be friends with Cruxius—had taken her own life in front of her after she had harassed her to the point of taking extreme steps like killing herself.

And maybe the realization hit Darithi when she came to understand her own aversion to physical touch, especially intimacy.

She took it as a curse. A mark of guilt. A price for the life she ruined. Though she didn't think about it often, the regret still lived in her.

So no—those who realize their mistakes aren't weak. She wasn't weak. And neither was anyone who dares to ask for forgiveness.

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It's just that her mistakes left no one for her to repent to or ask for forgiveness from, which she now showed by ignoring every woman her master got close to.

She just stopped herself from doing what she did with that girl or everyone before her.

She could not bring herself to leave his side—it was too late, as she had fallen for him too deeply—so she just stayed beside him, while killing off her old personality, which had been obsessed with him to the point of wanting to have him all to herself.

She even achieved it—he loved her, if not more, then at least as an equal.

But the curse that lingered over her reminded her that there was no hope for their future together.

She should just let him be with whatever woman he wanted, so that, by doing that, she could remain by his side forever.

"And what do you do to make someone evil regret their choices?" Cruxius asked, already knowing the answer.

Still, he stretched his back, feeling the strain of climbing. He took a seat on the nearby step, staring through the open glass window.

He was pondering how he'd deal with Thalia. Make her regret making him walk ten floors.

He was definitely going to punish her for running away this time.

"Instead of regretting their crimes," Darithi said, her voice sharp, "one should make them regret their very existence. They should regret even coming into this world—"

Swoosh

Her eyes traced the reflection in her master's gaze, capturing the sight of a familiar woman falling from the glass window, just before those reflective eyes widened in shock and a shout burst forth from him.

"THALIA!"

Bam!

One sharp sound cut through the surroundings as if a human body collided with the hard surface from a great height.