I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 397: Do it Host

Chapter 397: Do it Host

Razeal’s eyes did not even twitch, but the words hung heavily in his mind.

[Because let’s be honest here.] Villey continued, his tone becoming colder and more analytical again. [Whatever path you choose right now will define the direction you take from this point forward. The path of a villain, perhaps. Kill her… or rape her… either way, the result will shape what you become.]

[And before you start imagining clever alternatives, let me make something clear.] Villey said calmly. [There is no spell, no ritual, and no trick in your mind that can resolve this situation. Lust cannot be faked. Pleasure cannot be artificially fabricated.]

Razeal stood perfectly still, his gaze resting on Maria’s unconscious body while Villey continued explaining.

[The level of lust required for her evolution is far beyond ordinary human experience.] Villey added. [It must push her into a state where her body, mind, and soul are completely consumed by it. A state where nothing else exists in her awareness except that desire of lust.]

The implication of that explanation was obvious.

[And such a state cannot be produced through illusions, tricks, or staged emotions.] Villey continued. [It must be genuine.]

Then the voice turned mocking again.

[So go ahead, Host.] Villey said. [Do it. Force the evolution. Rape her if you must.]

There was a short pause.

[Although… I already know you won’t.]

The tone softened slightly, almost thoughtful.

[Because in the end you will simply let her die.]

Another pause followed.

[After all, that is the most consistent thing about your character so far.] Villey added quietly. [You don’t truly care about anyone.]

Razeal remained silent.

[And honestly… that’s the trait I appreciate the most about you.] Villey finished. [You have already considered the possibility that she might become dangerous to you in the future. That thought has already been carved into your mind.]

The words faded away inside his thoughts.

Yet surprisingly, Razeal didn’t react.

No anger.

No irritation.

No argument.

He simply remained quiet, as if the challenge embedded within Villey’s words meant nothing to him.

“You don’t need to care so much about the decisions I make, Villey,” Razeal finally replied calmly inside his mind. His mental voice carried neither hostility nor defensiveness only quiet certainty. “Whatever choices I make… they are mine to make.”

Then the conversation inside his head faded as his attention shifted back to the world outside.

Sofia was still standing there, watching him carefully.

She had noticed the silence.

The way he had gone still.

The distant look in his eyes.

Something was clearly happening in his head, and although she couldn’t hear Villey’s voice, she was intelligent enough to recognize the signs of internal conflict.

“So she’s dying… huh?” Sofia said slowly, her gaze drifting toward Maria’s unconscious body before returning to Razeal’s face.

Her voice wasn’t accusing.

Just thoughtful.

“And you’re worried about something.”

Razeal didn’t answer immediately.

Sofia’s eyes narrowed slightly as she continued speaking, almost as if she were piecing together his thoughts in real time.

“Something that makes the decision difficult for you.”

She tilted her head slightly, studying him.

“Because you do have reasons not to keep her alive,” she continued calmly. “But at the same time you don’t have any strong reason to save her either.”

Her lips curved into a small knowing smile.

“So you’re looking for a reason.”

“Or maybe,” she continued thoughtfully, “you’re hoping I’ll decide for you.”

The quiet confidence in her voice made the room feel strangely still.

“Maybe you’re using me as a reference point,” Sofia added, folding her arms loosely across her chest. “Because you don’t consider relationships to be valid reasons for decisions.”

Her smile widened slightly.

“You usually only look at profit and loss.”

Razeal’s expression froze for a brief moment.

Sofia noticed it instantly.

“So since I have some kind of relationship with her too,” she continued calmly, gesturing slightly toward Maria, “you want to see what I would choose.”

Her eyes met his directly.

“Would I prioritize that relationship… or would I choose the safer path?”

The silence that followed was heavy.

Razeal stared at her for a few seconds, clearly surprised by how accurately she had dissected his thought process.

Sofia’s smiled slightly when she noticed his reaction.

But contrary to what she expected…

Razeal shook his head slowly.

“Not exactly,” he said.

His voice was calm again.

“I already have made my decision.”

Sofia blinked.

“I was just curious about what you would think,” he continued. “Because if the two of you ever ended up fighting each other someday… I wanted to understand which side of that conflict i should stand on from your prospective.”

He paused briefly before adding something else.

“And besides…” Razeal said quietly, his eyes lowering slightly as he spoke, “…it’s actually difficult for me to consider my own emotions when making decisions.”

“Reality has taught me something very clearly,” he continued. “Every time I’ve allowed emotions to guide my choices… it ended in disappointment.”

The words weren’t dramatic.

They were simply stated facts.

Sofia watched him silently as he finished speaking.

Then she slowly unfolded her arms.

“Well,” she said with a small shrug, “maybe that means this decision should stay yours.”

Her gaze remained steady on him.

“Why are you looking at me for an answer?” she asked calmly. “If you already know the situation… then choose.”

She tilted her head slightly.

“Do what you think is right.”

Razeal looked at her for a moment.

Then a small smile appeared on his face.

He shrugged lightly.

“Well… life has always been complicated,” he said.

His eyes shifted briefly toward Maria.

“But maybe this time I should just do what I feel is right.”

He let out a quiet breath.

“As for the consequences…” he added calmly, “I’ll deal with them when they come.”

His smile widened slightly, though it carried a hint of weariness.

“Life has never been easy for me anyway.”

Then his expression softened slightly.

“And honestly… it’s not like I’ve ever been proud of most of the decisions I’ve made.”

The words lingered in the quiet room.

“So maybe this time,” he finished quietly, “I should listen to what my heart says.”

He glanced down at Maria again.

“…and see where that decision leads.”

Razeal finished speaking, the quiet resolve still lingering in his expression, and before another second could pass or Sofia could even fully wonder as what the decision he had just declared, his body suddenly moved.

He stepped forward toward the counter where Maria. Then, without hesitation, he leaned down over Maria’s still body. His hand pressed lightly against the edge of the counter for balance while his face lowered toward her neck, and in the very next moment his lips parted just enough for the sharp points of his vampiric fangs to reveal themselves. The transformation was subtle yet unmistakable. His crimson eyes flickered with an eerie glow, the deep red light reflecting faintly against the dim interior of the shop. And then he bit down. His fangs pierced into Maria’s neck with deliberate precision, sinking just deep enough to draw blood without tearing the flesh excessively. At the same time, a strange energy rippled through the air around him, and the moment his teeth broke her skin, something began forming beneath their feet.

A deep crimson magical circle slowly manifested on the wooden floor below them, appearing as though it were rising from some invisible layer beneath reality itself. Its shape was intricate and ancient, formed from glowing crimson lines that curved and intersected with complex geometric precision. Dark red inscriptions began running along the circumference of the circle, symbols that seemed almost alive as they pulsed faintly with energy. The entire formation radiated an ominous aura that filled the room with a heavy pressure. The light from the circle flickered upward, casting shifting red shadows across the walls of the shop.

The moment Sofia saw that circle begin to form, her instincts reacted immediately. Her eyes opened slightly before narrowing in sharp recognition, and she stepped backward almost reflexively, creating distance between herself and the two figures at the counter. She didn’t panic, but her posture became tense and alert as she watched the scene unfold with careful attention.

Even though she didn’t fully understand what this was that he was performing.. But she had seen it before like just ust a few hours earlier she had watched him perform this same thing to his mother and now he was repeating the same method with Maria. That realization made Sofia’s gaze sharpen dangerously as she focused on Razeal’s bent figure leaning over Maria’s neck. She watched the bite. She watched the faint tremor run through Maria’s unconscious body. And then she noticed something even more unsettling.

Blood.

But not Maria’s blood alone.

A thin stream of deep crimson liquid began emerging from Razeal’s own body as well, almost as if his veins themselves were releasing it. As the droplets rose into the air like small crimson threads, moving as if guided by invisible force before drifting toward Maria’s mouth.

Slowly, one after another, the droplets slipped between her lips and disappeared into her body. The sight was eerie.. almost ritualistic in its unnatural elegance. As the blood entered her system, Maria’s body suddenly reacted. A tremor ran through her limbs. Then another. Her fingers twitched faintly against the surface of the counter, and her breathing grew uneven as though her body were reacting to the strange power flowing into it.

At at same time inside Razeal’s mind, Villey’s voice exploded with furious disbelief the moment he recognized what was happening.

[The Vampire Creation ritual?!]

The system’s tone was no longer calm or analytical.. it was outright shocked.

[You gotta to be fucking joking with me, Host!.. Are you actually stupid or what? Did I not just explain to you that none of these alternatives would work?!]

But Razeal didn’t stop. His fangs remained embedded in Maria’s neck as he continued drawing blood from her body while simultaneously feeding his own vampiric blood into her system through the ritual. The crimson magic circle beneath them pulsed brighter as the exchange continued, the inscriptions glowing more intensely as the ritual progressed. The pressure in the room thickened with dark energy.

A faint smile slowly curled across Razeal’s lips even as his mouth remained pressed against Maria’s neck. As he heard villeys frustrated voice..

“Hah…” he murmured quietly inside his mind.

“What did you think? That if you said there was no other way, I’d stop thinking for myself?”

His crimson eyes flickered again, glowing faintly brighter.

“You’re not that good of a manipulator anymore, Villey.”

He continued drawing blood from Maria, his body leaning over hers as the ritual circle beneath them expanded slightly, its symbols rotating slowly as though reacting to the power being invoked.

“I don’t trust you anymore.. Actually you are naive to think ill fall for this,” Razeal added silently.

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