I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 367: Level Up

Chapter 367: Level Up

While all this was happening outside…

Inside the system space, time flowed very differently.

It had been two months.

Two months since Razeal had entered this system space. Two months since he came face to face with the man who was supposed to be his father.

Markeilous Virelan lay on the ground.

Not sitting, kneeling but Lying.

His body twitched uncontrollably, muscles jerking as if responding to pain that never stopped. His eyes were hollow, unfocused, empty staring at nothing. There were no screams anymore. No cries. Not even whimpers. As if he had already lost the ability to make sound.

The ground beneath him told the real story.

Deep scratch marks tore through the soil and stone alike, trails left by fingers that had clawed until the nails were destroyed. His hands were ruined, fingers bent unnaturally, skin torn open. His face was a mess of gouges and bloody marks, as if he had tried to rip himself apart with his own hands. His neck. His chest. His arms. His legs. Everywhere.

Even the solid ground beneath him was scarred, cracked, carved with signs of desperate struggle.

Something very terrible had happened here.

Something continuous.

Something endless.

The sight itself was unbelievable a supreme-ranked powerhouse lying there like a broken doll. Anyone witnessing such a scene would be shocked beyond reason, unable to accept that someone of such rank could be reduced to this state. It was not merely defeat. It was pure humiliation.

And just a step away from him stood Razeal.

His crimson eyes showed no emotion as he looked down at the man. In his hand rested the Book of Eventual Evil, its pages open as he tested the darkest skills written within. One by one, he practiced the demonic spells, using his own father as the subject of his training.

For the past month, this had been his routine.

Torture. Experimentation. Learning.

While his dear father, broken and barely conscious, had become nothing more than a tool for mastering the darkest magic the book could offer.

And as for how he was even able to do this how a Supreme-rank powerhouse ended up reduced to something that could be tortured at will there was actually nothing mystical or complicated about it.

You don’t need much.

Just hundreds of thousands of deaths, piled up over time, while trying again and again. Just repeatedly throwing yourself into shit here and there. Then.. Just abusing trump cards until they stop feeling special.

An EX-rank skill? A sword forged from a star?A book that contains every form of dark magic that exists across the entire universem? Infinite mana? A concept like Flow, something so fundamentally broken that most beings never even realize it exists? An artifact of peak Emperor rank that lets you manipulate shadows as if they were an extension of your own body? Add to that becoming a Vampire Progenitor?

Then add the fact that you are, quite possibly, the most disgustingly talented being in dark mana across all realities someone born with absolute dark affinity, absolute comprehension, and an instinctive understanding that borders on obscene.

And even with all of that…

It still took more than an entire month to actually defeat him.. with having all that..

That too not through clean combat or any honorable means. But through dirty games.

That was the reality of it.

That was how it became possible.

[Host… I think he definitely can’t feel any more torture even if you want to continue.] Villey’s voice suddenly rang inside Razeal’s head, sharp and irritated. It wasn’t the calm, neutral tone it usually used. This time, there was obvious annoyance in it.

[I get it. You’re angry at him That’s why you’re doing this. Maybe this is your way of venting, of letting it out, or whatever bullshit excuse you want to use.]

[But don’t you think this is enough time wasted already? With all due respect and I mean very little respect.. I’m fucking bored watching the same thing again and again.]

Razeal didn’t react. His eyes remained lowered, focused on the open book in his hand. Dark runes crawled across the page like living things, shifting slightly as he read them.

[Let’s go out and do something, shall we?] Villey continued, almost shouting now. [Your enemy. Riven and maybe That so-called Golden Son. The Protagonist. Both of them definitely progressing while you’re in here. If not training, then planning. Preparing something big for you.]

The voice sharpened.

[Sooo stop being like this. You should be satisfied by now.]

Razeal slowly turned a page.

“What are you talking about?” he asked calmly, genuinely confused. “Anger? Letting it out?” His tone carried no sarcasm. “I’m just training. Learning new skills and practicing them.”

He glanced down at the book again, scanning another line of forbidden script.

“That’s all.”

[Bastard ARGHHHHHHHH!] Villey screamed, completely losing its composure.

Razeal finally paused.

“…Alright,” he said after a moment, as if considering something trivial. “Whatever. I was getting bored too.”

He closed the book halfway, tapping the cover with his finger. “Enough training. Anyway, why am I even bothering with this again? Stupid stuff.”

He tilted his head slightly, eyes unfocusing as his thoughts drifted.

“I should be out there enjoying myself.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Though I did enjoy myself here,” he admitted. “But yeah… you’re right.”

He exhaled slowly.

“I do miss my lovely friend.”

Something shifted in his gaze.

“And now that you mention it…” he murmured, looking back down at the book in his hand. His fingers tightened slightly around the cover. “I even did found something very, very interesting in here.”

His eyes landed on a specific section. An ultimate dark ritual.

A low chuckle escaped his throat.

“Change of plans.”

The chuckle grew, turning into quiet laughter that echoed faintly in the empty system space.

“I’ve got a big surprise to give him,” Razeal said, his smile widening. “I’m sureeee he’ll love it so much that he’ll come running to me.. just to congratulate me.”

He laughed again, unable to stop himself just thinking about it

[Huh…? What? Umm what are you talking about?] Villey asked, genuinely confused now.[I don’t understand.]

“Don’t worry,” Razeal replied lightly. “You’ll know soon enough.”

He closed the book completely.

“Anyway… it was kind of fun.”

His gaze drifted toward the broken figure lying on the ground nearby.

“Taking a little revenge on a… disappointing parent.”

His expression darkened.

“How dare he be my father when he’s such a disgusting disappointment.”

“How ashamed I feel right now,” he muttered, disgust seeping into his voice. “Maybe if I ever find a way to undo it. Or go back in time.”

He shook his head slowly.

“I’d like to change my father.”

His eyes flicked back to Markeilous’s ruined body.

“This guy just makes me feel dirty,” Razeal said flatly. “Ashamed of myself.”

Silence followed.

[Ummm… sorry, I don’t want to be judgmental or anything… but… what again?] Villey’s voice rang out inside Razeal’s head, hesitant in a way it almost never was. The system wasn’t panicking, wasn’t mocking, wasn’t being sarcastic. For once, it sounded genuinely confused almost unsettled.

[I mean… well… nothing, but… huh?] it continued, stumbling over its own thoughts. [Why would you even think like that? Or… how? Won’t you.. won’t you just stop being you that way? And… well… I’m just curious. Just a question.]

There was a pause.

[Who do you think could be your father anyways?] Villey finally asked. [I mean… someone deserving, by your standards. What are you even saying? What kind of qualities would that require? Or… qualifications? I’m just curious. Just curious.]

Razeal didn’t answer immediately.

For the first time in a long while, he actually stopped. His gaze drifted away from the broken figure on the ground and unfocused slightly, as if the question had reached somewhere deeper than most things managed to. He raised a hand and rubbed his chin slowly, his expression turning thoughtful not sarcastic, not dismissive, but genuinely contemplative.

“I don’t know,” he said after a moment.

He tilted his head slightly, as if testing the weight of the idea.

“Maybe… me?”

His lips twitched faintly. “Like… who’s more deserving than myself?”

There was silence.

Then

[That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.]

Villey’s voice came back instantly, sharp and blunt.

[And that’s saying something, considering I exist across all realities and have observed entities that rewrite causality for fun.]

The system sounded genuinely concerned now, as if it were reassessing something fundamental.

[Seriously. What happened to you in these two months?] Villey continued. [You already had some screws loose before, but now it feels like the entire machine those screws belonged to has vanished.]

Razeal didn’t respond.

He didn’t feel offended. Didn’t feel the need to argue. He barely even acknowledged the words. Instead, his gaze lowered again slowly, deliberately.. until it settled on the figure lying at his feet.

Markeilous.

What remained of him.

His body was sprawled across the ground like something discarded, hollow eyes staring at nothing, limbs twitching faintly from lingering nerve responses rather than will. There was no resistance left in him. No pride. No defiance. No dignity.

Just something broken beyond recognition.

Razeal looked at him for a long moment.

He didn’t know why he decided to end it then. There was no dramatic reason, no final speech, no sense of closure. He already knew the truth. He had already wrung everything out of him. Killing him wouldn’t fix anything. And even if he did, this space would probably revive him again anyway.

He knew all that.

And still..

He felt like it.. So he went with it anyways.

Without a word, without hesitation, Razeal lifted his hand slightly. Shadows responded instantly, surging forward like obedient blades. In the same moment, multiple tendrils pierced straight through Markeilous’s heart and skull at once precise, merciless, simultaneous.

There was no scream.

No resistance.

No struggle.

Life vanished from him as cleanly as if it had been switched off.

And just as the body went still

DING!

A sharp, mechanical chime echoed inside Razeal’s mind.

He blinked? Confused

A system notification unfolded before his eyes.

[Congratulations, Host. Your Killing Intent has been upgraded.]

Rank A → Rank S

Another line followed immediately.

[All current effects related to Killing Intent have undergone qualitative evolution.]

Then the list appeared.

Killing Body (S)

Killing Perception (S)

Intent Sense (S)

Fear Resistance (S)

Killing Intent (S)

Killing Aura (S)

Killing Transformation (S)

Another line followed

[New Effect Unlocked.]

True killing Revival (S): Through an exceptional level of Killing Dao comprehension, achieved by the extinction of countless souls, you have faintly perceived the boundary of concept of death itself. Though your understanding remains shallow, you have nonetheless brushed against one of the ultimate concepts of existence.

As a result, you have been granted a fragment of authority over death.

You have awakened the ability:

(True Killing Revival)

Skill Description ~True Killing Revival

By exercising your limited authority over death, you may restore a deceased target to life in a complete and flawless state.

Effects: Revives the target fully, restoring body, soul, consciousness, and vitality

Removes all injuries, fatal damage, and death-related deterioration.

The revived individual returns at their peak condition prior to death.

Conditions: The target must have died within the last 24 hours. Death must not have been caused by higher conceptual erasure or superior authority.

Classification: Conceptual Authority Skill

Authority Level: Fragmentary

Concept Touched: Death (Minor Comprehension)

Ummm?

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