I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 365: Fight Supreme

Chapter 365: Fight Supreme

While.. Markeilous didn’t hesitate. He didn’t even seem to process the question in a human way.

The moment Razeal’s words finished leaving his mouth, Markeilous’s lips parted and the answer came out clean, immediate, stripped of hesitation, as if spoken to a being far above him.

“Yes, my lord,” he said, his voice rigid, flat, reverent. “I did.”

His head lowered further, shoulders stiff as if bowing before an unseen throne.

“I raped Merisa Virelan,” he continued, the words leaving him without emotion, without resistance. “With the help of the family elders.”

The instant the sentence was complete, the pressure vanished.

The dread evaporated as if it had never existed.

Markeilous gasped sharply, sucking in air as though he had been drowning and only just broken the surface. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breath uneven, sweat dripping from his chin. Relief.. raw and physical flooded through him, so intense it almost made his knees buckle.

But he didn’t move.

He didn’t dare atleast.

He stayed exactly where he was, standing straight, eyes lowered, posture obedient. Like a well-mannered child who had just survived the anger of a terrifying teacher. He didn’t look at Razeal not because he couldn’t, but because some instinct deep in his being screamed that doing so would be a mistake.

He had never felt anything like that fear.

Not in life.

Not even when he thought he was death.

The strength behind that single question was so vast it had crushed him without effort, bypassing pride, ego, and resistance as if they had never existed. Whatever this being was.. this boy it was something Markeilous could not afford to offend.

Razeal heard the words.

And for a moment, he did nothing.

He closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath, forcing air into his lungs as if grounding himself. ’So she hadn’t lied haa?’

So that’s it, he thought.

And yet.. even as he tried to convince himself that this confirmation was all he had come for, something violent stirred inside him. Something sharp and feral clawed at the edges of his chest, spreading heat through his veins.

His hands clenched slowly at his sides.

No matter how broken his relationship with her was.. no matter how deeply he resented her, no matter how much he tried to deny it? she was still the woman who had given birth to him at last. Still the source of his blood.

And the man standing in front of him had violated her.

For decades? Maybe things she didn’t told him?

Razeal’s jaw tightened.

He tried to suppress it. Tried to bury it beneath reason, beneath detachment, beneath the numbness he had learned to live with?

But.. It didn’t work.

His hands trembled, fingers digging into his palms as rage unlike anything he had ever felt surged upward, raw and uncontrollable. This wasn’t anger born of insult or humiliation.

This was instinct.

The kind that demanded blood.

He opened his eyes.. as also took a light breath trying to calm himself down.

“How many people did you rape?” Razeal asked.

His voice was still calm controlled.. And almost gentle.

But the air around him had changed.

The same dreadful presence returned instantly around Markeilous’s.

His spine snapped straight, muscles locking as if pulled by invisible strings. Sweat poured down his face anew, soaking his hair, dripping onto the ground. His mind raced violently, thoughts scattering as panic clawed at him.

Count.

Count fast.. Don’t be wrong.

His brain worked at terrifying speed, numbers flashing, memories blurring together as he counted again and again, terrified of making a mistake.

“Seven hundred and sixty-three, my lord!” he shouted, the words tearing from his throat. “Seven hundred and sixty-three!”

The pressure vanished again.

Markeilous nearly collapsed as he sucked in air, lungs burning, heart hammering like it was trying to escape his chest. He didn’t care what he had just admitted. He didn’t care how monstrous the truth was.

All that mattered was that the fear was gone.

Razeal stood motionless.

Seven hundred and sixty-three.

Not dozens or a hundred?

But

Razeal somehow managed to keep his calm as he heard those words.. words that had destroyed hundreds of lives. If not directly, then by leading to the destruction of families, spreading terror, and influencing countless others. That single moment alone could have ruined thousands of lives.

Razeal felt something inside him go cold.

“Why?” he asked.

This time, his eyes.. Crimson light bled into his pupils sharp and dangerous..

Markeilous didn’t even notice.

The authority descended again, crushing, unavoidable.

“Because I liked it!” he yelled instantly, terror driving the words out before thought could intervene.

And just like before, the fear disappeared.

He gulped air greedily, shaking, drenched in sweat, eyes unfocused from the repeated assault on his soul.

Razeal stared at him.

Slowly, deliberately, he shook his head.

“Liked it?” he repeated quietly.

Whatever fragile remnants of expectation, curiosity, or conflicted emotion had lingered inside him were extinguished completely. There was nothing left to salvage. Nothing left to question.

This wasn’t a complicated man shaped by circumstance.

This was a monster.

A monster who had hidden behind nobility, bloodline, and authority. A monster who had destroyed hundreds of lives and felt no shame.. only preference.

Razeal felt something twist inside his chest, not rage this time, but something heavier..Dirtier.

Disgust?

A suffocating, soul-deep disgust that seemed to seep into his bones.

He felt dirty just standing there.

It seemed fitting, in a cruel way. Both of his parents.. each a different kind of disappointment after end of everything.

A mother broken by fear, trauma, and weakness.. who had failed him in ways she could never undo.. too broken by fear and trauma to understand her child as choosing control and punishment instead of trust? While the other…was a monster wearing a man’s skin.

Razeal felt a strange, bitter pity for himself.

Not self-hatred or despair.

But just the quiet realization that from the very beginning.. before he had even been born his life had been steeped in filth he never chose.

He exhaled slowly.

After all, none of it had truly been his fault. It was simply his misfortune the same terrible luck that seemed to follow him from even before he was born.

Though he was still violently disgusted, the urge to do something.. anything burned inside him. Yet he simply stood there calmly, closing his eyes and doing nothing.

For a few seconds, there was only silence.

Markeilous watched him with a wary expression, genuinely wondering what was happening. Before he could think further, the shadow tentacles surrounding Razeal suddenly extended and attacked him with lightning speed.

The tentacles of darkness that had coiled idly around Razeal’s feet snapped forward like predators unleashed. They tore through the air with lightning speed, sharp, fluid, alive.. aimed directly at Markeilous.

“Umm?!” Markeilous though reacted just as fast.

As his body blurred as he twisted away, narrowly avoiding the first strike. The shadow passed where his torso had been a heartbeat earlier, slicing through empty space. He leapt back, then sideways, then back again, movements crisp and efficient, honed by combat experience.. The level which not many can dream of to achieve.

But the shadows did not stop.

They multiplied.

They stretched, split, curved, adapting to his movements as if learning in real time. Wherever he moved, they followed.. relentless, predatory, silent except for the faint whisper they left as they cut through the air.

“SIR, WHYYY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME?!” Markeilous shouted as he dodged again easy for him but still deep frowm on his face.. as extremely cautious with this person. “I DIDN’T OFFEND YOU! IF THERE IS ANYTHING.. ANYTHING AT ALL PLEASE, GIVE ME A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN!”

Even as panic crept into his voice, he forced respect into his tone. He bowed slightly mid-movement, even while retreating, instinctively treating Razeal as a superior whose wrath could not be challenged.

Hearing his words, Razeal opened his eyes. A sudden surge of power burst from his body without warning.

In that instant, something shifted.

’A Saint-of-Saint rank of strength?’ As Razeal released only a wisp of his aura, Markeilous sensed it and frowned. ’Is this senior trying to hide his strength… or not? And why the hell is he attacking me?’ he wondered, genuinely confused.

But Razeal did not stop.

Manipulating his shadows, he narrowed his eyes while watching Markeilous jump and dodge from place to place. Suddenly, Razeal’s eye twitched. A shadow burst out directly from beneath Markeilous’s feet .. from his own shadow striking from behind.

The darkness rose like a spear from Markeilous’s own shadow, striking upward with lethal precision.

But Markeilous seemed to sense it. He leapt high into the air as psychic power engulfed his body, lifting him upward until he floated far above the ground. Now, no shadow remained close enough to reach him.

“That was close… I almost would’ve gotten another hole in my ass. Good thing I kept an eye on my shadow after seeing him pull things out of his own.” he thought while looking down scanning the ground below.

But he was mistaken.. Shadows followed.

From below, shadows surged upward, stretching toward him, twisting into countless shapes.. thick as tree trunks, thin as wires, jagged as blades. They climbed into the sky in pursuit, swallowing the air itself in writhing darkness.

“Ummm..?!” Markeilous was confused as why he’s using these.. slow attacks? But still being cautious as he is.. he shot higher, pushing his flight speed to the limit.

Obviously, Razeal wasn’t concerned about his dark mana. In this space, it was infinite.. the System Space itself feeding him without limit.

Suddenly, Razeal spread his arms wide.

And just as he did.. oppressive feeling descended upon all the surroundings. The entire area darkened, as if light itself was being swallowed. Then, without warning, thousands.. no, tens of thousands of shadowy tentacles rose from the ground.

Every shadow responded. The faint shade cast by a lone tree, the thin darkness beneath blades of grass.. all of it stretched upward, expanding and twisting. The shadows surged into the air, attacking the man who floated above. They climbed higher and higher, changing shapes as if alive. Some thickened like tree trunks, others remained thin and whip-like, striking relentlessly.

“What the..?!” the man cursed, moving instantly.

He moved so fast it almost resembled teleportation, dodging again and again as the shadows chased him through the sky. Even as the heavens seemed nearly covered by the writhing darkness, he continued to evade the attacks.

Razeal watched, expression unchanged, realizing it wasn’t enough.

Slowly, he raised his index finger and aimed it at Markeilous’s rapidly moving figure.

Suddenly, blood began to seep from the tip of his finger. It gathered, floating just in front of it.. suspended in the air, perfectly still.

There was no visible change in his posture, no flare of emotion on his face, no sudden surge of presence. He simply just thought to use use flow as he suddenly snapped his fiingers as to create a sound flow.

And within that flow, Razeal choose to move it into stream of this sound flow.

A single drop, compressed, refined, shaped with such precision it took on the form of a bullet. But the moment it entered the flow, it caught the speed of sound, vanishing from Razeal’s fingertip without resistance in an instant without any recoil whatsoever.

The shadow tentacles reacted instantly.

They parted.. deformed naturally as like living things recognizing priority, creating a narrow, flawless path as the blood bullet tore forward.. aimed directly at Markeilous’ head.

Markeilous sensed it.

Not the attack.. but the intent.

His instincts screamed before his thoughts could form. Without a word, without even turning fully, he raised his hand. Space warped subtly, and the blood drop stopped.. frozen centimeters from his forehead.. suspended midair by sheer telekinetic force.

Razeal’s eyes narrowed slightly.

For the first time, something flickered.. not anger, not shock interest.

He hadn’t expected that fast reaction. and how easily and clean he managed that up.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Because the moment Markeilous paused, the shadow tentacles surged.

Thousands of them collapsed inward, relentless, silent, precise spears, whips, blades converging on a single point.

But Markeilous reacted again.

Just as the tentacles came within centimeters of his body, they stopped.

As if an invisible wall had been placed between him and the attack.

His eyes flashed purple, sharp and focused, and a dim, translucent shield shimmered into existence around him. Very efficiently. His hands glowed with deep purple energy, veins of power pulsing beneath his skin as the barrier stabilized.

“Sirr whyyyy areeee youuu doing itttt??!” His teeth clenched as he shouted. “I apologize if I offended you in any way!”

Markeilous’ confusion deepened with every second.

The attacks felt strange.. empty, light, almost hollow. He couldn’t understand it. Someone who triggered such intense danger instincts in him should not be this weak. At most, the attacks were at the level of a Saint King. To him, a middle-stage Supreme, it was nothing more than child’s play.

Yet he did not retaliate. He refused to attack back, unwilling to offend a possible senior or take an unnecessary risk.

But It still didn’t make any sense.

A presence like that ..one that radiated authority so absolute it bent his soul into obedience how could it strike so weakly?

[Host, you can’t defeat a Supreme. You know that. A Supreme can face millions of Great Sage–level powerhouses and still walk away. Why are you doing this? This is a waste of time.]

Razeal heard both voices.. But said nothing neither responded to Markeilous’ plea nor to the voice that echoed in his head.

He simply watched.

Then.. slowly he clenched his right hand.

The motion was subtle. Almost lazy. But the instant his fingers tightened, something shifted.

And.. Markeilous felt it immediately.

Every danger sense he possessed exploded at once, alarms screaming so violently it felt like his skull would split. His heartbeat stuttered, mana surging uncontrollably as his body reacted before his mind could catch up.

Without thinking, he slammed his hands together.

“Ninth-tier spell~ Shield of Absolute Protection!”

His hands twisted, seals snapping into place with brutal efficiency as a purple dome formed around him.. invisible yet absolute. He didn’t stop there. One shield became ten. Ten became hundreds. Layer after layer stacked instantly, each reinforcing the last.

In this place he might not be aware of many thing’s.. But one thing had discovered for him and in him is that his mana seemed endless mow. And sensing absolute danger so.. he used it without restraint.

Razeal lifted his gaze.

Their eyes met.

Then, without hesitation, he swung his clenched fist toward Markeilous.

And the moment he did..

CRITICAL HIT SUCCESSFUL

THREE HUNDRED MILLION TIMES

DAMAGE CRITICAL

The red system text floated in front of Razeal’s vision, unmoving, absolute. For a brief instant nothing else existed only those words suspended in silence, as if the world itself had paused to acknowledge what had just been triggered.

Then the effect followed.

The strength behind Razeal’s strike did not merely increase. It multiplied. Again. And again. And again until the concept of proportion itself seemed to lose meaning. The force compressed inward first, gathering into a single impossible point before erupting outward.

The air exploded.

There was no gradual release, no buildup of sound. One moment there was space, and the next it shattered, collapsing under pressure so violent that light itself burst into existence from the friction of force alone. The impact did not resemble a punch anymore. It transformed into something else entirely a beam of condensed destruction, pure white, blinding, swallowing everything in its path.

It surged forward like liquid light.

Ground, air, distance.. all got erased beneath it.

For those few seconds, nothing could be seen except white. No shadows remained. No confirmation of form or shape. The world ahead of Razeal simply ceased to exist, consumed by the overwhelming discharge of power.

Even Razeal himself was not spared.

The recoil traveled backward through his arm, through bone and muscle and blood. His body, still far from capable of bearing such output, failed instantly. Flesh disintegrated under the strain, burning away into fine particles, dissolving like ash scattered into cosmic dust. Skin, muscle, and organs vanished in the wake of the force his own body had unleashed.

Only the crimson skeleton remained.

For a brief moment, it stood alone within the fading brilliance.. unmoving, untouched by panic or pain, as if this outcome had already been accepted.

Then regeneration began.

Flesh returned in layers, knitting itself back together over bone, blood reforming, nerves reconnecting, skin sealing as though time itself reversed around him. Within seconds, Razeal stood whole again, exactly where he had been before the strike, his breathing steady, expression unchanged.

The light lingered.

Five seconds. Maybe ten.

In that span, the world fell completely silent. No wind, no movement, not even the faint sound of settling debris. The aftermath had erased even noise.

Only when the radiance finally faded did reality return.

The landscape revealed itself slowly.

And Razeal remained still.

His eyes moved forward, taking in what remained.

Or rather ..what didn’t.

The ground ahead had vanished entirely. Where terrain once existed, there was now only absence a massive wound carved into the world itself. The land had been torn away for miles, the earth gouged open into a colossal ravine stretching beyond visible distance. Trees, grass, sand, stone all gone. The upper halves of distant mountains had simply disappeared, sheared cleanly as if erased by an unseen blade.

There was no debris.

Only annihilation.

Razeal watched silently, the scale of destruction reflecting faintly in his crimson eyes. This was the first time he had seen the result without interference.. without certain two supreme-ranked beings suppressing or containing the damage.

A slow breath left him.

“…Yeah,” he thought quietly, almost dryly. “Definitely not something to use in public Or anywhere that isn’t already meant to be destroyed.”

The realization settled naturally. This wasn’t a skill meant for ordinary combat. Not even war. Used carelessly, it wouldn’t just kill an opponent it would erase everything around them. Cities? Kingdoms? Possibly entire regions depending on angle and distance.

Maybe could be used as trump card used in only.. Well needed situation where you have no way out.

Just put this skill into his trump card pocket Or be classified under his first forbidden skill.

Not only could it kill others with enough bad luck, it could completely annihilate him as well

His thoughts continued for another moment, calculating instinctively risk to his own body, regeneration limits, environmental destruction before stopping abruptly.

Because something was still there.

Razeal lifted his gaze.

Where Markeilous had been floating before.

For a brief instant, Razeal expected emptiness. Expected nothing to remain after that level of force.

Instead..

Markeilous still hovered in the air.

Dozens upon dozens of translucent purple domes layered around him, overlapping shields flickering unevenly. Many had shattered, fragments of energy dissolving into particles around him, but enough remained to hold. At the center of the defensive formation, Markeilous stood with both hands extended forward, breathing heavily..

His eyes were wide.

Not with anger.

With shock.

“What… the hell was that?” the thought slipped through his mind before he could stop it.

Slowly, almost mechanically, he tilted his head back to look behind him at the destruction stretching endlessly across the landscape. The scale of it made his stomach tighten. The mountains in the distance were gone. Not damaged or anything… Just Gone.

His throat felt dry.

“If that had hit me directly…?” the realization formed slowly, unwillingly. “…I would’ve disappeared? My balls might have exploded..?”

There had been no magic amplification? No aura? Nothing he could sense that should have made such destruction possible. It had simply happened as if reality itself obeyed the motion of that boy’s hand.

What kind of punch was that? Was it even physically possible? What is his body even made of to do something like this? Obiously not seeing how Razeal just turned into bones.

“…Good thing I felt something wrong and raised the shields beforehand,” Markeilous thought, uneasily. “Otherwise I’d be dead right now.”

And the most terrifying thought followed immediately after.

Was every one of his punches capable of this?

“What…?”

The sound escaped Razeal before he could stop it. Not calculated, not controlled genuine disbelief breaking through the composure he had maintained until now. His eyes remained fixed upward, staring at the figure still floating in the air, still intact, still alive, wrapped within layers of faintly shimmering purple shields.

“He survived that…?” The thought stumbled inside his mind, refusing to settle. “What the fuck?”

The destruction in front of him still stretched endlessly across the landscape miles of erased terrain, mountains cut clean through, the earth itself torn open and yet the target of that attack remained untouched at the center of it all? The gap between expectation and reality felt almost absurd. That strike had been amplified millions of times over his actual physical output. He had felt it. The force, the collapse of air, the recoil that had erased even his own flesh for a moment.

And still… nothing.

Above him, Markeilous hovered within his shields, breathing hard but very much alive.

Razeal refused to beleive this.. What the fuck is happening… He used this skill two times and both times nothing happened to his targets.. Could it be fake? Obiously nothing else could explain this. But just as he was questioning the legimacy of system and tongue.

Villey’s voice followed inside his head. calm as always, almost indifferent to the scale of what had just happened.

[Don’t be shocked, host. He’s Supreme rank after all. The difference at that stage is not just numerical.. but qualitative. Once a being reaches that level, the nature of power itself changes.. Ranks starting from supreme are just different. A Supreme is capable of continental scale destruction. An Emperor-level existence can threaten even planetary bodies. And a Cosmic Lord can even influence dimensions chosmic and laws themselves. Expecting to kill a Supreme with Saint King-level strength, even with amplification, is… unrealistic. Very few beings across all realities can cross such a gap.]

[Also… it wasn’t a direct hit. You fired it from a distance. That’s not really a “punch,” as far as combat logic goes.]

Razeal didn’t know whether he should be surprised by the power gap between the stages. He knew Supreme, Emperor, and Cosmic Lord were strong… but this strong?

As for Villey’s last comment, he chose to ignore the jab. His punch had literally obliterated everything in front of it anyway. Who could survive that?

Just not enough bad luck, I guess. Next time lets go with trillions of times the crit. Let’s see what survives then, he thought silently

Above him, Markeilous watched carefully, tension still running through his body. The lingering pressure of that attack hadn’t faded from his instincts. His shields remained layered around him, even more numerous now, forming overlapping domes that distorted the air faintly with each breath he took.

“I should attack back,” he thought grimly. “He tried to kill me? What’s there to talk about now?”

Fear lingered he wouldn’t deny that. Whatever this boy was, whatever mean’s he held, it was beyond anything Markeilous understood. But retreat wasn’t an option either. Not when his instincts screamed that hesitation might mean death.

Markeilous steadied himself. Fear crept into him, but retreat was no longer an option. Without another word, he concentrated, deciding to use his strongest method from the start.

His eyes slowly began to glow.

Deep purple light gathered within them, burning from behind his pupils like restrained fire. The air around him distorted faintly as mental energy condensed, invisible yet suffocating in presence.

He closed one eye, leaving the other open, and spoke

“9th tier mind skill~ Consciousness Destroying Beam.”

A beam of deep purple.. almost invisible shot from his eye, directly targeting Razeal’s consciousness.

The attack launched without sound.

No flash. No visible projectile. Just an instantaneous surge a mental strike crossing distance faster than thought itself. It reached Razeal before even the sensation of danger could form.

Before Razeal could even react, it struck.

There was no explosion this time.

No resistance.

Only silence.

Inside Razeal’s vision, everything went dark.

A single notification appeared, calm and absolute.

[Host you have died.]

Then nothing.

His consciousness simply… stopped.

From Markeilous’s perspective, it happened almost anticlimactically. One moment the boy stood there, crimson eyes watching him. The next, those eyes emptied. The light vanished from them completely, body going slack as if the strings holding it upright had been cut.

Razeal fell backward.

No defense. No reaction.

Just… dead.

“Ummm?” Markeilous blinked once, confused.

He extended his senses instinctively, scanning for deception, illusion, hidden traps. Nothing. The life force was gone. The consciousness had collapsed entirely. No fluctuation, no lingering resistance.

He frowned, uncertainty replacing tension.

“Ummm… That’s it?”

The outcome felt wrong. Too easy. Everything about the boy had screamed danger moments ago. The attack that erased mountains. The oppressive presence. The unnatural authority that had forced answers from his own soul earlier.

And yet…

Dead?

He hovered there, unsure whether to relax or prepare for something worse.

Then the body began to change.

Golden particles emerged from Razeal’s form, faint at first, then rapidly spreading. Flesh dissolved into shimmering dust, scattering into the air like light caught in a breeze. Within seconds, nothing remained where he had fallen.

Markeilous’s eyes narrowed.

An illusion?

He checked immediately, extending his senses outward again. No distortion. No mental interference. Reality itself remained stable.

Which made it even more confusing.

Because before he could fully process it..

Razeal reappeared.

Standing in the exact same place as before.

Alive Whole and Breathing.

As if nothing had happened.

Markeilous’s mouth slowly fell open.

“…Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?”

The sound escaped him before he realized it. His mind struggled to reconcile what he had just witnessed. He had felt the death. Felt the consciousness collapse completely. There had been no doubt about it.

Question marks were flying all around him.

And now the boy stood there again, calm, uninjured, looking at him as though death itself had been a minor inconvenience.

“Came back… alive?” The words finally tore out of him, voice rising uncontrollably. “What the fuck?!”

Shock overwhelmed caution completely now. Sweat began forming along his back, running down his neck despite the cool air of the surroundings. His heartbeat pounded hard against his ribs.

What kind of existence does that?

Was that revival? Illusion? something he cant understand? Or had the boy simply allowed himself to die and return?

The possibility alone made Markeilous mind spin in weird angles.. Feeling like idIot to himself.

Markeilous stared at him, genuinely shaken now, every instinct screaming that he was facing something far beyond his understanding. Whatever confidence he had retained earlier fractured under the weight of what he had just seen.

For the first time since the fight began, fear wasn’t theoretical anymore.

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