I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 357: Emotions Out Of Control

Chapter 357: Emotions Out Of Control

Razeal though didn’t move.

Even when the water in front screamed as the purple beam tore through it, compressing the sea into violent spirals as it closed the distance between them in an instant. Power so dense it distorted space itself rushed toward him, carrying not just destructive force, but raw emotion.. rage, betrayal, heartbreak, fury twisted into something lethal.

Purple light consumed everything.

And within it.. he saw her.

Merisa’s form was visible inside the surge of energy, her body wrapped in violent radiance, hair flaring outward as though caught in a storm. Her eyes burned with fury, yet they glistened unmistakably with tears. Pain and rage coexisted on her face, neither yielding to the other.

She reached out.

Her hand came forward, fingers spread, palm open aimed not to kill him, not to crush him, but to slap him. The gesture was intimate in its violence, a mother’s fury stripped of restraint. Her hand cut through the purple light, closing the final inches between them.

Just before her palm could connect with his face

“Stop,” Razeal said.

He didn’t speak aloud. There was no sound or even vibration any in the air.

But the command existed somewhere deeper than language as

Merisa’s body suddenly froze.

Not slowed. Not restrained.

Stopped.

Mid-motion, mid-intent, mid-breath her entire existence locked in place as if reality itself had reached out and clenched its fist around her. Her raised arm remained suspended, fingers trembling not from movement but from the impossibility of movement. The violent purple energy surrounding her collapsed in the same fraction of a second, dispersing like smoke caught in a sudden vacuum. Mana, psychic force, raw power.. everything was stripped away, pulled back, erased from the moment.

Silence crashed down.

Razeal looked at her, standing so close that he could see the fine lines around her eyes, the wetness clinging to her lashes. He tilted his head slightly, studying the frozen figure before him, then shook his head.. just a little and nodded once.

“Well,” he thought.. Relief threading through his “it works.”

What… what happened?

Merisa’s mind screamed long before her mouth could.

Her body would not respond. Not even a tremor. She tried to blink.. nothing. Tried to breathe deeper nothing. Panic surged, sharp and instinctive, as she attempted to move a finger, then a toe, then to force mana through her core.

But.. Nothing.

She reached for her skills, her abilities, psychic perception, magic circuits each command returned empty, like shouting into a void that refused to echo. It wasn’t suppression. It wasn’t binding. It was as if her body and mind no longer recognized her as something worth obeying.

Impossible.

Her thoughts raced, colliding with one another. This shouldn’t be possible. Razeal shouldn’t possess anything capable of doing this to her. Control on this level wasn’t just impossible .. it violated the foundational rules she understood about power.

Then just in same fraction of moment she.. felt somewhat familiar to this sensation As recognition crept over her..

No…

Her eyes widened, pupils contracting as recognition struck.

This feeling… it’s like the absolute authority of the Imperial family?

She had obiously felt it before that suffocating, unquestionable dominance that bent will and law alike. But even as the comparison formed, it shattered.

No.

This was even worse.

Far worse.

She didn’t know how she knew. There was no metric, no scale she could point to. But every instinct she possessed screamed the same truth: whatever Razeal had done to her eclipsed Imperial authority entirely. It wasn’t command layered over resistance. It was reality deciding she no longer had permission to act.

While shock rippled through her, her fury faltered, replaced by something far more dangerous.. concern.

She closed her eyes, focusing inward, ignoring the immobility, ignoring the humiliation, forcing her awareness into her own body. Only moments ago she had been blinded by rage, intent on teaching her ungrateful son a lesson he would never forget. Now.. now something was profoundly wrong.

And she felt it.

Her body has changed. And that too a very dangerous level of change

Her skin was pale unnaturally so, drained of warmth as though the life beneath it had shifted to something fundamentaly colder. Her body temperature had plummeted to a level that should have killed any human, yet she did not feel weak. Quite the opposite. Her hearing sharpened, every vibration in the water ringing with crystalline clarity. Her vision expanded, colors deepening, shadows sharpening until she could perceive layers of depth she had never known before. Even feeling like she could see clearly even in night.

Strength surged through her limbs. Not the cultivated strength of training or mana reinforcement she had but something primal, explosive, continuously rising. Power built upon power inside her, compounding rapidly, as if her body were discovering new limits and then discarding them.. As if her potential is entirely different now.

And vitality

It flooded her.

An overwhelming, endless vitality pulsed through her veins, her organs, down to the cellular level. Every part of her screamed alive, far beyond anything she had ever experienced. She could feel it.. her cells restructuring, rewriting themselves, becoming something entirely different from what they had been only moments ago.

Then she also felt it in her mouth.

Her tongue brushed against elongated canines.

Fangs? She have fangs now?

Her breath caught sharply as ger eyes snapped open.

“I…” Her voice trembled, no longer with rage, but with dawning confusion. “I’m not human anymore?”

She looked at him really looked at him now not as a furious mother, not as a betrayed woman, but as someone suddenly confronted with an irreversible transformation.

“What did you do?” she demanded confusion bleeding through her anger and all. “What did you turn me into?” She Obiously wasn’t any ignorant or naïve person.

Even without knowing what she had become, Merisa could tell with absolute certainty that she was no longer human.

It wasn’t only the fangs pressing uncomfortably against her lips, or the unnatural vitality roaring through her veins like an endless current. It was subtler than that deeper. Her body no longer felt fragile. The familiar limits she had lived with all her life, the unconscious awareness of how far flesh could be pushed before it broke, had simply vanished. Her senses were too sharp, her strength too clean, her existence too… deliberate She even felt her soul seems to have changed of.. what a human soul is. This wasn’t enhancement. This was replacement.

As her mind struggled to stabilize.. At same time she also remembered something as connections forming whether she wanted them to or not. The arena. That moment when the invisible pressure she had felt then, crushing, inescapable, bending even her instincts into stillness… The life level pressure she had felt from Razeal.. At the time she had dismissed it as an unknown ability, some rare technique or artifact at work.

Now it made sense.

Razeal was no longer human either.

The conclusion settled into her mind with calm clarity. Whatever he had become, it was something fundamentally different something that existed outside the known racial hierarchies of the world. And whatever that race was, it had Racial abilities and powers. Abilities.. powerful enough to override her will, her mana, her very ability to move, all triggered by a single word spoken without effort.

Something like

Bloodline suppression?

The thought came to her immediately, instinctively, drawn from knowledge she had accumulated over decades. Dragons had it too.. The higher dragons capable of suppressing lower ones through sheer lineage dominance. Ancient races carried similar laws, hierarchies enforced not by choice but by existence itself too.

Same as this.

But this somehow still felt different..

Dragon suppression bent the weaker to the stronger. It did not erase motion completely. It did not silence thought. It did not reduce someone like her who is farr stronger then speaker.. to an immobile object suspended in space.. Like racial Supression have limit too.. One cant just Completely supress someone who is stronger even if they have farr more royal lineage then other.. Strength still have very much contribution to winner in there. Also race-changing someone? That was unheard of. Even dragons could not simply turn another being into one of their own. Half-dragons existed, yes.. but through grotesque experimentation, transplanted hearts, soul grafts.. And that too procedures so complex and restrictive that only a handful had ever succeeded.

No one simply became a dragon.. Atleast not by bitting someone as farr as she knows.

If it were that easy, the world would be drowning in them.

Her confusion deepened into something close to vertigo.

What had he done?

She did not know what to think, what to fear first, or how to even begin untangling what was happening to her. Her instincts.. those honed by centuries of survival were screaming that the ground beneath her understanding of the world had collapsed.

“A vampire.”

Razeal’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts.

It was calm flat and almost casual.

He spoke as if answering a simple question rather than naming the thing that had rewritten her existence.

Merisa’s gaze snapped back to him.

“A… vampire?” she repeated slowly.

The word felt foreign on her tongue, empty of meaning. Her confusion sharpened, mixing with anger and disbelief as she stared at him. “What is that?”

The question carried more weight than it sounded. She was not ignorant. Far from it. As the head of a world-level intelligence organisation, she had access to information most nations could only dream of. She knew of ancient races, hidden clans, extinct bloodlines, and creatures that officially “did not exist.”

This was not one of them.

She had never even heard the word before.

Not in classified archives. Not in forbidden records. Not in myth or legend. Nothing.

That realization shook her more than the transformation itself.. Is he lying? She wondered.. But why would he?

So many emotions pressed in at once that for a moment she struggled to breathe. Betrayal still burned, sharp and raw. Anger coiled tightly beneath it. Grief lingered like a weight on her chest. And now fear. Not fear of death, but fear of the unknown. Of being turned into something she could not name.

She forced herself to breathe.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

She would not break here.

Her expression hardened, the softness and shock draining from her face as she reasserted control over what little she still possessed. Her eyes went cold, her voice following, even as the storm inside her refused to settle.

Razeal watched her without reaction.

No satisfaction. No apology. No visible tension.

Just quiet observation.

In that moment, something else became clear to him as well. Her ignorance confirmed what he had only suspected before. Vampires really do not exist in this world.. not openly or secretly as whatver he had thought.. As even she, with all her reach and knowledge, had no awareness of them.

Good.

The thought passed through his mind without emotion. That ignorance was an advantage, one he intended to use. If this world did not know what a vampire was, then he controlled the narrative entirely.

“A vampire,” he said again, his tone unchanged. “A creature of the night. One that lives in darkness and in blood.”

He did not elaborate further. He gave her only enough to anchor the word to something tangible.

“But.. Why,” she demanded, the calm or cold cracking just enough for anger to seep through, “did you do it?”

The question came sharper than the others. This was the one that mattered. Her voice trembled despite her effort to control it, the weight of everything she had endured pressing behind the words.

She was no longer asking to understand what she had become.

She was asking why he had done this to her.

She had already realized something crucial: he had not intended to kill her. That understanding had settled quietly in her mind, bringing with it a strange, painful sense of relief she hated herself for feeling. For a terrifying moment earlier, she had truly believed her own son wanted her dead.

Now she knew that wasn’t the case.

Which made this worse.

From her perspective, his actions did not align with hatred alone. If he truly despised her, killing her would have been simpler.. then right? She had been weak. Vulnerable. He had the perfect opportunity.

Instead, he had changed her.

Why?

Suppression alone could not be the answer. She understood that much already. Bloodline suppression, no matter how absolute, was proximity-based. When he was near, she would be bound. When he was not, she would regain freedom of action. She could still oppose him later. Still become a threat.

And yet he had forfeited his chance to eliminate her permanently.

That meant something else was at play. Like just what’s the point.

Her eyes searched his face, trying to find the answer there. “You didn’t want to kill me,” she said slowly, more statement than question. “So tell me why you changed my race. What did you gain from this?”

“I turned you into my servant.”Razeal’s answered calmly as if he doesn’t care.

Too calm.

The words were delivered without strain, without hesitation, accompanied by a faint smile that did not reach his eyes. It was the kind of smile that existed not for pleasure, but for assertion.. for the satisfaction of saying something that could never be taken back.

Merisa’s mouth, which had opened to speak, closed again.

The pause was barely a heartbeat long, yet in that instant something inside her fractured.

“…A servant?” she repeated.

The word felt wrong. Heavy. Degrading. It scraped against everything she was.

“Well,” Razeal continued, his tone almost conversational, “I’m a vampire progenitor. The first of my kind.” His smile widened slightly, sharp at the edges. “And as a progenitor, I can turn people into my servants. Beings who can never defy me.”

His presence shifted.

The water around him grew colder, pressure tightening subtly as if the sea itself recoiled. The authority in his stance deepened, not loud, not dramatic.. just absolute.

“So from now on,” he went on, “think of yourself as one. Your body, your mind, your soul.. everything you are is under me now. You’ll listen to every order I give. Whether you want to or not.”

The words were brutal in their simplicity.

Merisa said nothing.

She only stared at him, frozen in place not just by power, but by disbelief. The son she had raised.. the boy she had disciplined, feared for, fought against.. Even regretted for was standing in front of her wearing her authority like a mockery, smiling as he reduced her to something beneath him.

From the side, Sofia’s voice broke the silence, quiet and uncertain. “A… vampire?”

The others were listening too. Maria. Yograj. Aurora. Confusion, curiosity, and something close to judgment flickered across their faces as what was happening in front of them.. But still none of them spoke .

Though inside Razeal’s mind, Villey clicked his tongue.

[Wow, Host. Feeding her the wrong information?] There was amusement there sharp, knowing. [And you’re really going to reveal your identity in front of everyone? You do remember you have an audience, right?]

Doesn’t matter, Razeal answered flatly.

He didn’t care if they knew of not. He didn’t care if the world knew. This was who he was now, and he had no intention of shrinking himself to make anyone comfortable. As for lying

He felt no guilt.

He refused to acknowledge Merisa as family. Not now. Not ever. The fact that vampire law recognized her as bloodkin meant nothing to him. She didn’t need to know. Servant or family either way, she would obey. The distinction was meaningless if the outcome was the same.

If she believed she was enslaved, Thats better for him.

Merisa’s gaze sharpened.

“So what now?” she asked coolly. “Kill me? Humiliate me? Torture me?” Her voice was steady, controlled, terrifyingly calm. “Is this what you wanted all along?”

She searched his face, looking for something regret, doubt, hesitation but found none. Only coldness. And beneath it, something worse. A hint of satisfaction.

“This,” she continued quietly, “is how you see me now haa?”

Her emotions receded abruptly, as though she had pulled a curtain down inside herself. Betrayal, grief, shock.. gone. Locked away. What remained was exhaustion and a deep, bone-level disappointment.

She didn’t even care what she had become anymore.

Vampire. Monster. Something else entirely? it didn’t matter.

What mattered was that he had crossed a line she hadn’t believed he would ever cross.

She had lowered herself for him. And he had answered by crushing her dignity beneath his heel.

She don’t care what he turned her into or what she is or he is.. She only want’s to know one thing.. Her eyes hardened. “I want to know what you want now.”

For a moment, Razeal didn’t answer.

Then something inside him snapped.

“What do I want?” he echoed? and suddenly his voice rose, sharp and unrestrained. “I already told you.. What is want most is.. You people ..I don’t want anyone of you in my life.. I don’t fucking want any of you.”

His composure shattered.

He floate forward slightly, pointing at her, the motion abrupt, uncontrolled. The words poured out of him in a rush, unfiltered, fueled by the storm raging through his veins.

“Don’t come near me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t interfere in my life. I never wanted any of you or even this to happen.” His voice cracked not with weakness, but with fury. “It was you. You people who wouldn’t stop. You who chased me down. Questioned me. Judged me.. Who gave you the right.”

His finger trembled as he gestured wildly. “You told me what I am. What I’m not. What I should do. What I shouldn’t do. You called me disgusting. Again and again.. Just who the fuck are you to sayyy thisss.”

The water around him churned faintly, reacting to his unstable emotions.

“I didn’t want this to happen,” he snarled. “And now you don’t get to look at me like that. You don’t get to judge me with those eyes.”

His breath came fast now, his voice growing louder, rougher. “Disappointed? You’re disappointed in me?” He laughed sharply. “Go on. Look all you want…”

His eyes burned.

“I don’t care. I don’t give a fucking shit what you think of me.”

The words were venomous.

“You’re probably thinking I’m disgusting, right? Turning my own mother into a servant.” His smile twisted into something ugly. “Guess what? I don’t care about that either.”

He took another step forward, rage spilling over completely now.

“I’m happy,” he said harshly. “I’m fucking happy to do it.”

The declaration echoed through the water, heavy and obscene.

“You’re the disgusting one,” he went on, voice shaking now, not from fear but from years of restrained hatred tearing free. “You always were. You never understood me. Never trusted me. You brought me nothing but pain.”

“Do you have any idea what I went through because of you?” he demanded. “Because of all of you?”

He laughed again, sharp and hollow. “This is revenge. And I’m not done.”

His finger swept outward, encompassing everyone present. “I’m going to make every single one of you feel this. The fear. The helplessness.”

He leaned closer, eyes blazing. “The knowledge that I can kill you whenever I want. Live with it..”

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