I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 398: Revelation

Chapter 398: Revelation

[Ohhh, so now you don’t trust me? Wow. Just wow, Host.] The sarcasm practically dripped from every syllable. [I haven’t even been that bad to you. And let’s be honest here.. you would be absolutely nothing without me. Just so you know.]

“Oh really?” he muttered internally, his teeth sinking into Maria’s wrist as the ritual continued to circulate through his veins and hers, dark mana flowing like a slow-burning river between them. “Because personally I think I might’ve been better off without you.”

His crimson eyes remained focused downward while the ritual formation glowed faintly around the counter.

“Actually,” he continued coldly in his head, “even with you around all I’ve gotten is one disaster after another.”

He swallowed the blood slowly, the ritual continuing to stabilize Maria’s body while he maintained the flow.

“Get this into your head,” he added bluntly. “If anyone else had been your host… if they had gone through even half the things I had to survive just to squeeze anything useful out of you… they’d be dead before they even started Sucided there ass.. I have earned the strength not given it on fucking silver platter..”

His tone hardened further.

“And also just so you’re aware.. Ninety percent of the problems in my life exist just because of fucking you.”

[And that’s complete nonsense. Because everything you’ve achieved came from the opportunities I provided.]

[Without the system you would have had nothing. My functions. My databases. The infinite number of villainous powerhouses stored within me.]

[You had access to knowledge that no one in any reality could ever obtain.] Villey continued firmly. [You were able to meet them, train with them, learn from them, gain their abilities, their experience, their techniques.]

[The resources available to you through the system are literally infinite its just you still doesn’t know how to fucking use them.]

Another pause.

[No one across any reality has ever been as lucky as you.]

Razeal snorted internally.

“So your point is… I should be grateful?”

[Yes.] Villey replied instantly. [Exactly.. You should be and very much actually.]

And that was the wrong answer.

Razeal’s lip curled slightly as he continued drinking Maria’s blood, maintaining the ritual circle beneath them.

“And here’s what I think,” he said flatly.

“Take those infinite villains… those infinite resources… and every single system function you have…”

He paused for a split second.

“…compress them all together…”

Then his mental voice dropped into pure irritation.

“…and shove them straight up your system ass.”

For a brief moment, the system space fell completely silent.

Then Villey’s voice returned again, colder now.

[Be thankful, Host.]

But Razeal cut it off immediately.

“Thankful? For fucking what..”

He almost laughed.

“Wake up, you fucking bastard.”

“You’re a liar.”

[Excuse me?]

Razeal didn’t hesitate.

“Like let’s talk about something interesting.”

His voice lowered slightly as he continued the ritual.

“When Maria told me my memories had been deleted… You said you couldn’t reconstruct them so you couldn’t show them to me.”

“Now seriously do you honestly think I’m that fucking stupid?”

“You’re an fucking omnipotent system capable of containing infinite SSS-ranked entities… even EX-ranked beings… cosmic monsters…”

“And you’re telling me you can’t restore a few missing fucking memories?”

“Let me guess,”

“You didn’t want to show them. Because if you reconstructed the memories directly… I’d see the truth myself.”

“But if you explain them to me instead… You would get to control the narrative.”

“You get to adjust details.”

“Add things here.”

“Remove things there.”

“Present the story exactly how you want me to see it..”

“Manipulation and all shit you up too?”

Villey finally snapped.

[Host, you’re accusing me of way too much now.. Growww uppp and fucking stop acting like I’m your enemy.. Because I am fucking not.]

“Oh really?”

“Then explain something.”

“Who was the one that permanently deleted two of my system functions?”

The question struck like a blade.

“Because last time I checked,” he continued coldly, “someone who’s supposedly here to help me wouldn’t sabotage their own fucking host.”

[That was YOUR fault in the first place!..You were the one who started that situation!]

[You deserved it!]

“Deserved it? For being fucking honest? As what uou were.. And anyways even if i was wrong.. totally wrong lets say..”

“So your solution was to permanently delete two system functions?”

“That was complete bullshit, Villey. And let’s not forget something else also.”

“You had told me nothing in the system happens without my permission.. You have to ask me”

“You said your role was to serve me.”

A short pause followed.

“So explain this to me.”

“What the hell was that? You fucking liar.. lying from very fucking starttt.. What trust..”

Villey didn’t answer immediately.

The silence stretched.

Then finally..

[Whatever.]

The voice sounded curt now, like villey didn’t want to continue the argument.

Inside the quiet shop, the ritual continued humming faintly around the counter.

For a few seconds, Razeal remained silent.

But then..

Mid-thought..

His expression suddenly froze.

Something clicked in his mind.

“…No.. Wait… No fucking way.”

“Villey… wait. Wait, wait,” he said suddenly inside his mind, his mental voice carrying an edge of urgency that hadn’t been there moments earlier. “Tell me something.” His brows furrowed deeply as the suspicion grew stronger. “Do you even have permission… or the ability… to delete any system function without my approval?” The question came quickly now, each word more pointed than the last. “Or wait… can system functions even get deleted at all?”

The moment the question formed in his mind, silence followed.

Not the casual silence of someone thinking.

The heavy silence of someone avoiding an answer.

Razeal immediately noticed it.

His crimson eyes flickered dangerously as the realization began to bloom in his mind.

“…No.”

His thoughts sharpened.

“No fucking way.”

He almost pulled back from Maria’s neck out of sheer disbelief, though he forced himself to stay focused on the ritual instead of exploding immediately. The vampire creation process required steady concentration, and if he broke the flow now it could disrupt the transformation entirely. That restraint was the only thing keeping him from completely losing control.

“Don’t tell me…” he muttered inside his mind, his tone rising dangerously. “Don’t fucking tell me you were bullshitting about that too.” His thoughts burned with rising anger now. “Tell me you didn’t fucking lie about deleting those functions.”

Still nothing.

Villey remained silent.

That silence said everything.

Razeal’s jaw tightened hard as he continued drawing blood from Maria, forcing himself to stay still even though his mind was practically boiling. “Tell me,” he demanded internally, his voice sharp and impatient. “Are those functions still there?” His thoughts pressed forward relentlessly now. “Because whether you answer or not, I’m going to find out eventually. The moment I try to use them again, I’ll see for myself. And you won’t be able to hide it then.”

Finally, after a long pause, Villey responded.

[Well…]

That single word echoed quietly through Razeal’s mind.

But it was enough.

More than enough.

Razeal didn’t need the rest of the sentence.

The meaning was already crystal clear.

For a moment he simply froze in place, still biting into Maria’s neck while the ritual circle glowed beneath them. Then the anger finally erupted in his thoughts.

“How the fuck…” he thought bitterly. “How the fuck can I be that stupid?”

The realization hit him harder than he expected.

“I actually believed that fucking shit.”

His thoughts churned with humiliation and rage.

“I swear, Villey,” he continued internally, struggling to keep his emotions contained. “If I ever find a way to hurt you… you’re dead. You hear me? Dead. Fucking deadddd.”

It wasn’t an empty threat.

Even though Villey existed inside the system, Razeal’s mind was already racing with the possibility that someday.. somehow he might find a way to damage the entity that had been manipulating him.

Because now that he looked back at everything…

The pattern was obvious.

He had been played.

And that realization burned.

But at the same time, another part of him understood something else.

“Is it even my fault?” he wondered bitterly. “Who the hell wouldn’t believe something like that?”

A system that promised to serve its host.

A system that could summon infinite powerful villains.

A system that controlled reality-bending functions.

Of course he had believed it.

Anyone would have.

Yet the truth was still infuriating.

Villey’s voice returned cautiously, clearly aware that Razeal had reached the correct conclusion.

[It’s… not that big of a deal, you know.] Villey said awkwardly. [I was just angry at the time. So I pulled a little revenge..]

The explanation sounded almost casual.

[And besides… I was going to tell you eventually.] Villey continued. [You know… the day you actually made me happy for once.. Maybe..]

Razeal almost laughed.

“Yeah,” he replied sarcastically in his mind. “Sure. Sounds great.”

“So what was the real plan here too?” he asked coldly. “Push me into a corner where trying to make me beleive that.. my only options here were killing her or raping her?”

“So make me choose between two disgusting choices so it would mess with my head which weren’t even needed in first place?” he continued. “Make me start seeing horrible things as ’necessary decisions’?”

“Slowly erode my morality. Corrupt my thinking. Turn me into the kind of person who stops caring about crimes or anything.”

The logic felt disturbingly consistent.

“Yeah,” he muttered mentally. “I can see the plan now.”

His fangs remained locked in Maria’s neck while the ritual continued feeding power into her body.

“You said there was no other way,” he went on. “But that’s bullshit and you know it.”

“You literally told me yourself that when vampires drink blood for the first time, it creates a euphoric pleasure.”

“And even if not that way.. there are definitely fucking million or billion ways to trigger the Lust concept without doing something insane.”

“Magical rituals? Emotional resonance? Sensory-based pleasure or whatever??.”

The answer had been obvious all along.

“And that’s exactly what I’m doing now.. Just by not believing you..”

“And also know whatt.. I’m turning her into a vampire which will also solve all the problems you fucking tried to show mee…”

His blood continued flowing into Maria’s body.

“She’ll drink my blood, experience the pleasure that comes with it, and that will amplify the Lust concept.”

The ritual circle beneath them flared brighter.

“She evolves completely fine.”

“And because she becomes a vampire created by me… she won’t be able to harm me or betray me.”

That was the key.

“So instead of becoming a threat,” he finished calmly, “she becomes an ally.”

He paused briefly before adding one final thought.

“And also one thing.. After all this now I’m absolutely certain about one thing.”

“You’re my fucking enemy, Villey.”

“Because if you weren’t… you would have told me this solution instead of trying to push me into your little psychological shit.”

The silence that followed lasted only a moment before Villey responded again, though this time the tone sounded more amused than angry.

[Wow.. So let me get this straight.]

His voice carried a strange mixture of sarcasm and genuine fascination.

[She’s going to be a demon… an Original Sin… and now a vampire too.. And from what I can see, you haven’t even limited the ritual parameters either.]

Villey laughed softly.

[Which means she’s not just becoming a simple vampire either.]

[She’s becoming an Elder fucking Vampire.]

[A half-human.]

[A half demon.. And of highest celiber.. An Original Sin.]

[And now an Elder Vampire.]

Villey almost sounded impressed.

[Wow… just wow.]

[So what’s next, Host?]

[Going to add dragon bloodline too?]

[Or maybe Celestia’s eyes?]

[At this rate you might as well build the ultimate monster.]

Like villey also heard the sharp frustration and icy clarity in Razeal’s thoughts, and for a moment he tried to calm himself down.. the entity inside the system simply went silent. The earlier mocking tone disappeared, replaced instead by a brief pause as if Villey itself was recalibrating its response. The heated clash between them had reached a point where neither side was pretending anymore. Razeal no longer treated the system as an ally, and Villey clearly understood that fact. After a second or two of silence, Villey’s voice returned.. calmer now, though still carrying a faint edge beneath it.

[Alright.. Whatver] Villey finally said inside Razeal’s mind, the tone more restrained than before. [You won this one. I’ll admit that much. You used your head, and honestly… I’m glad to see that. At least you’re finally learning to think for yourself now.]

[However.. Also try to grow up a little, will you? If you were truly as intelligent as you believe you are right now… you would understand that what I’m trying to push you toward is ultimately better for you.]

[The path you’re choosing right now is built on illusions on emotions, ideals, hopes that the world will somehow behave kindly if you do the ’right thing.’ But it won’t. One day that illusion bubble of yours is going to burst, and I promise you it will.. And when it bursts… it will destroy far more than you’re prepared to lose.]

[So what I’m trying to do is prevent that.]

[Because what you’re resisting is not something optional. It’s inevitable. Whether you accept it now, in the small stages when the damage is manageable… or later, when the consequences become catastrophic… you will eventually face it.]

[But because you’re stubbornly clinging to these delusions right now, you’re letting that bubble grow larger and larger. And when it finally explodes… it will explode you apart.]The words echoed heavily inside his mind.

Razeal’s reaction was immediate and explosive. “Alright, that’s enough,” he snapped internally, anger flaring back to the surface. “Fuck you.” His jaw clenched as the irritation surged through him again. “Shut the hell up. I don’t want to hear another hypocritical word coming out of you.” His eyes darkened as the comparison formed in his head. “You’re no different from Riven or the rest of this world everyone acting like they know what’s best for me while manipulating everything behind my back.” His thoughts spat with contempt. “So yeah… go screw yourself.” The betrayal still burned deep inside him. He had always known Villey wasn’t entirely trustworthy, but realizing the extent of uts manipulations felt like being slapped in the face by reality itself. Still, instead of continuing the argument, he simply shut its voice out. He refused to respond to anything else it might say.

And so from that point onward, he focused entirely on what was in front of him.

Maria.

The ritual was already halfway complete, and even though the argument had raged inside his mind, his instincts had never stopped maintaining the delicate flow of energy. Slowly, carefully, he continued the process. Dark mana circulated through the air like a faint pulse, while the crimson sigils beneath the counter shimmered softly. After a moment, he finally withdrew his fangs from Maria’s neck. A thin smear of blood stained his lips as he lifted his head slightly. At the same time, a narrow ribbon of his own blood continued flowing through the air like a glowing thread, slipping directly into Maria’s mouth and sliding down her throat as part of the ritual’s final phase.

Then the reaction began.

Maria’s body trembled.

At first the movement was subtle.. barely noticeable but within seconds the trembling intensified. Her limbs shook faintly, her breathing uneven as if waves of sensation were passing through her entire nervous system. She had been trembling throughout the ritual already, but until now Razeal had been physically holding her down to stabilize her body during the transformation. The moment he eased his grip slightly, the movement became much more visible. Her body quivered against the wooden counter as though currents of energy were racing through her veins.

Around them, the glowing circle of blood runes began to fade.

The floating crimson sigils that had surrounded the ritual slowly dissolved into the air like mist being blown away by wind. One by one, the symbols vanished until the room looked almost normal again, as though nothing supernatural had ever existed there at all.

Razeal straightened up slowly.

The moment he stepped back, Maria’s trembling intensified further. Her body arched slightly as if waves of overwhelming sensation were coursing through her unconscious mind. Even without waking, her muscles reacted involuntarily, shivering and tightening as the transformation settled deeper into her system.

Razeal looked down at her quietly, studying the reaction.

From across the room, Sofia had been watching the entire process without interfering. She had remained silent the whole time, trusting him enough not to interrupt even though what she was witnessing was undeniably strange and weird. Seeing her husband bite into another woman’s neck, drink her blood, and then feed his own blood back to her while some weird ritual circle made of floating crimson symbols surrounded them would have unsettled almost anyone. Even for Sofia, who had already seen it before too.. still it was difficult to watch without feeling a little weird.

Finally she stepped closer.

Her brows were drawn together in visible concern as she looked down at Maria’s shaking body.

“Is she… okay?” Sofia asked quietly.

Her voice carried genuine worry.

Because from her perspective, Maria looked less like someone undergoing a transformation and more like someone in the middle of a violent seizure. Her entire body was trembling uncontrollably, breaths coming in irregular bursts while faint sounds escaped her throat.

Razeal wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand before answering.

“Don’t worry,” he said calmly.

Then he turned his head toward Sofia.

“She’s fine.”

His tone was steady, almost reassuring.

“It’s just part of the process.”

Sofia blinked slightly. “Process…?”

Razeal nodded faintly.

“I’m changing her race,” he explained simply.

“The vampire…? Like the same one you turned your mother into earlier?” Sofia said slowly, her voice careful and measured as she tried to process this all as her eyes moved from Maria’s trembling body to Razeal’s face, searching for confirmation.

Razeal gave a small nod. “Yeah,” he replied quietly. At the same time, he placed one hand lightly on Maria’s shoulder, partly to steady her body because the tremors running through her had grown noticeably stronger.

Her body was shaking far more violently now than before, her muscles tightening and releasing as waves of transformation surged through her veins. Razeal instinctively placed his hand on her shoulder again, pressing her gently against the wooden counter so she wouldn’t slide off while the change continued.

Sofia watched the scene carefully, her brows slightly knit together. She nodded slowly, though the expression on her face made it clear she was still trying to understand everything and all. The entire thing had looked strange and unsettling from the outside, and even though she trusted Razeal, the sight of blood, biting, and Maria’s uncontrollable reactions naturally raised more questions in her mind.

“Hmm…” she murmured quietly, nodding once, though the expression on her face clearly said she still had dozens of questions.

She opened her mouth to ask another one.

But before she could

“Ahhh… Ahh… ahhh…”

The sound slipped out suddenly, soft but unmistakably audible in the quiet room.

Maria, still lying unconscious on the counter, let out a series of breathy moans. The sound of her voice was low, almost musical, carrying a strangely sweet and sensual tone despite the fact that her eyes remained firmly closed. Her lashes trembled slightly, though she still hadn’t regained consciousness.

The moment the sound escaped her lips, both Razeal and Sofia froze exactly where they stood.

It was as if the entire atmosphere inside the shop had suddenly paused.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them spoke.

Even the air seemed to hang in place.

Razeal slowly pulled his hand away from Maria’s body, raising it slightly as if to silently prove that he hadn’t done anything to trigger that reaction. His face remained carefully neutral, but there was a faint stiffness in his posture that betrayed his discomfort.

Sofia’s gaze slowly shifted from Maria… to Razeal.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Umm… so,” she said slowly, her voice calm but carrying a sharp edge beneath it. “Are you going to explain what exactly is happening here?”

Her gaze intensified, locking onto him with quiet but unmistakable suspicion.

“Why is she… making those sounds?”

Razeal turned his head toward her, his raised hand still half-suspended in the air as if he had been caught in the middle of a crime he hadn’t actually committed.

“Well…” he began slowly, clearly trying to organize his explanation in the least suspicious way possible.

He glanced down briefly at Maria’s trembling body before continuing.

“It was important,” he said carefully. “You see… I don’t completely understand all of it either. This is only the second time I’ve done something like this…” He paused, clearly trying to choose the right wording. “But it was necessary.”

“Necessary?” Sofia repeated, her eyebrow lifting slightly.

Razeal nodded again, though he looked a little awkward as he continued explaining.

“Well… you see… she was going to die,” he said. “And the only way to stop that was to trigger a strong enough reaction in her body.” He hesitated again before finishing the thought. “Basically… she needed a surge of intense pleasure and feel list for the transformation to stabilize. And the vampire blood… was the simplest way I had to do that.”

Sofia stared at him.

For several seconds she said absolutely nothing.

Then she slowly tilted her head.

“Hmmm… so let me get this straight,” she said slowly, her eyes narrowing further. “She was going to die… and the solution was… pleasure and lust?”

Her tone made it very clear how ridiculous that sounded to her.

Her expression clearly said: This sounds like the worst explanation I’ve ever heard.

“You realize,” she said slowly, “that this sounds extremely suspicious.”

Razeal raised both hands defensively.”

“I know how it sounds,” he admitted quickly. “But it’s not what you think. When someone drinks vampire blood during the transformation process, it amplifies certain reactions in the body. It’s part of the change.”

Her gaze still remained firmly locked on him.

“You might think I’m making this up,” Razeal added quickly. “But I’m not. Trust me.” He paused again before continuing.”

“Well do you know anything about cosmic concepts.. Like?” He tried to continue explaining, but Sofia suddenly interrupted him before he could finish the sentence.

“Concepts that people have to master if they want to become gods? The fundamental paths or law of realities that allow someone to ascend?”

Razeal blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to recognize that topic so quickly. “Ah… yeah,” he said slowly, clearly caught off guard. “Exactly that.” He tilted his head slightly as he studied her expression. “Wait… you actually know about that?”

“Y-yeah…” Sofia replied, though the word slipped out a little awkwardly. Her face showed a faint moment of realization, as if she had accidentally revealed something she hadn’t intended to say it. But her attention quickly shifted back to the more immediate shock of the situation unfolding in front of her at realisation what does that mean..

Razeal looked at her with a somewhat puzzled expression for a moment, but he didn’t have the time to investigate that reaction right now. Maria’s body was still trembling violently on the counter, and the transformation process was clearly still ongoing.

“So… basically,” he continued, forcing himself back to the explanation, “she got incredibly lucky. She ended up being in the right place at the right time when a cosmic concept started forming. She has the chance to embody one.” He gestured lightly toward Maria with one hand. “And what I’m doing right now is just helping go with the process.. So to complete it..”

For a moment, Sofia simply stared at him.

Then her eyes widened dramatically.

She slowly turned her head toward Maria’s trembling body lying on the wooden table.

Then she looked back at Razeal.

“WHOHHH WOHHH WHTTTT?!” she suddenly shouted, her voice echoing across the shop. “She’s becoming a GODDESS?!”

The disbelief in her voice was so intense that it almost sounded like she had misheard something completely absurd.

Razeal blinked again, momentarily caught off guard by the way she had interpreted his explanation. His lips parted slightly as he tried to correct her… but then he hesitated.

Because technically…

From a certain point of view…

That interpretation wasn’t entirely wrong either.

“Well… not exactly,” he said slowly, though his voice carried a hint of uncertainty now as he tried to phrase it correctly. “It’s not quite the same thing as becoming a god. But… theoretically speaking… it’s also not that different either.”

Sofia’s mind was clearly struggling to process the idea. Her eyes remained wide as she stared at Maria as if she were suddenly looking at an entirely different person.

The shock on her face was so dramatic that it almost looked as if someone had just casually told her that her father is gay and is in a relationship with her brother.

For a moment she didn’t even seem capable of forming a sentence.

Finally, she blinked several times and tried to regain her composure.

“What… kind of concept?” she asked, her voice still carrying obvious disbelief. “I mean what kind of concept is she embodying?” Her curiosity was now overwhelming the shock. “What exactly is she becoming?”

Razeal paused again.

He glanced at Sofia’s face.. now filled with excitement, curiosity, and disbelief all at once and suddenly realized he wasn’t entirely sure how to phrase the answer in a way that wouldn’t cause an even bigger reaction.

Still… there wasn’t much point hiding it now.

“Umm…” he said awkwardly, scratching his cheek lightly. “Well… it’s the concept of… lust.”

He gestured vaguely toward Maria again.

“That’s why I needed to stimulate that particular and lust reaction. The concept is tied to intense desire and pleasure, so the transformation process requires that emotional state to stabilize.”

He spoke slowly, almost cautiously, as if he expected Sofia to explode at any moment.

And she did.

“GODDESSSS OF LUST?!” Sofia practically screamed, her mouth dropping open so wide that Razeal briefly wondered if she might actually swallow a whole watermelon in that position. “HER? HERRRRRRR??!”

The sheer disbelief in her voice filled the entire shop.

“What?!” she continued, pointing dramatically at Maria’s trembling body. “Maria?!”

Her expression shifted rapidly between shock and something that looked dangerously close to amusement. The mental image alone clearly seemed absurd to her.

Maria..suddenly becoming some kind of divine embodiment of lust?

Wait is lust even is virtuous or divine thing??

The idea itself sounded ridiculous.

Razeal coughed awkwardly, clearly not expecting such an explosive reaction. “I mean… technically it’s not exactly a goddess,” he muttered under his breath. “But… well… something like that.”

The words still sounded strange even to him.

Sofia, however, was still staring at Maria with wide eyes as if her brain was still buffering this new concept in front of her.”

But before either of them could continue the conversation..

Something suddenly changed.

Maria’s body jerked sharply.

Her eyelids fluttered violently.

Then her eyes suddenly snapped open.

At the exact same moment, a surge of energy exploded outward from her body.

Dark, eerie energy began swirling around her like mist, filling the air with an oppressive presence that hadn’t existed a moment earlier. The temperature inside the room seemed to drop instantly as that power spread outward.

Razeal and Sofia both paused.

Maria’s body slowly lifted off the wooden table.

Not by her own movement..

But as if some invisible force had taken control of her entire body.

She began floating in midair above the counter, her limbs hanging loosely as if she were still unconscious even though her eyes were open.

The dark energy continued spiraling around her, thick and heavy, like something ancient and sinister awakening from deep within her soul.

Something extremely big and significant seems to be happening inside Maria’s body.

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