I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 418: Dimension Eye

Chapter 418: Dimension Eye

Rivens POV

“You’re not a god.” Nancy’s voice came out sharp despite how weak her body felt, each word forced out with deliberate effort, trembling not from doubt but from exhaustion and fury, “You’re something far worse than a monster,” she continued, her breathing hitching unevenly as her chest rose and fell in strained rhythm, “You don’t even deserve to be called human… not to mention a god,” her eyes never left his face, even as her body remained slumped back against the cold stone behind her, muscles barely responding.

“You’re… just disgusting,” and every word carried weight not just anger, but rejection, defiance, everything she had left to give in that moment, her gaze filled with raw hatred that refused to break no matter how weak she had become

And through it all Riven simply stood there, floating slightly above the ground, calm, composed… smiling, as if none of her words had touched him at all, as if her hatred was something he had already accounted for long before she spoke it

“You’re still smiling?” Nancy muttered, her lips curling into a disgusted expression, her brows tightening as she looked at him like something incomprehensible, something deeply wrong, “How… how can someone even have the audacity to stand there, call themselves a god… and then act like this?” her voice cracked slightly, not out of fear but sheer disbelief at what she was witnessing, because to her, there was nothing divine in front of her only something disturbingly detached from everything human

“I’m smiling,” Riven replied gently, his tone calm and almost reassuring in contrast to her hostility, “because I know I am right,” he added, his expression soft, unoffended, as if her insults had been nothing more than expected reactions, “And you… you’re speaking from ignorance,” he continued, not harshly, but with quiet certainty.

“You lack the knowledge required to understand what you’re questioning,” his gaze remained steady on her, “What you’re asking… what you’re accusing… these are not new questions,” he went on, his voice smooth, almost patient, “They are among the most common ones directed toward beings like me,” he tilted his head slightly, still smiling

“You’re asking… if I am a god, why don’t I stop crimes? Why do I allow suffering, when I supposedly have the power to end it?” he paused briefly, as if letting the question settle into the space between them, “Isn’t that the essence of what you’re asking? Right?” he finished, his tone unchanged, completely unbothered, even though she had called him something worse than a monster, something unworthy of even being human words that, for most, would have provoked anger, offense, retaliation, especially for a being claiming divinity, where even followers might have reacted violently on his behalf but Riven remained still, composed, untouched by it all

Nancy didn’t respond immediately, her jaw tightening as she stared at him, her eyes like daggers, filled with nothing but hatred and refusal, her body still pressed against the stone, her breathing uneven, but her gaze unwavering

Riven watched her for a moment, then gave a small, almost understanding nod, as if acknowledging her silence as part of the process, before continuing on his own, “So here is the truth,” he said, his tone shifting slightly not harsher, but more direct.

“Yes… I am a god,” he stated plainly, “And yes… you are right in one sense,” he admitted, “If we wanted to… we could stop most crimes,” his eyes remained calm, “Given enough time… we could even eliminate all suffering, all injustice, all violence in your world,” he said, as if describing something technically possible, “But we don’t,” he added simply, and there was no apology in it, no hesitation, just fact, “And there are reasons for that,”

He continued

“One of them being… free will,” he said, the words spoken with quiet emphasis, “If gods intervened in every act… controlled every outcome… prevented every wrongdoing… then no being would truly have free will,” his gaze softened slightly, “And to us… that matters only the most,” he explained, “Because the universe itself selects individuals… gives them paths, roles, choices,”

He gestured slightly

“And what matters is not how you use your free will… but that you have it,” he finished, his tone calm, almost philosophical, “How you exercise it… whether for good or evil… is not something we dictate,” he said, as if that distinction justified everything

“Hah…!” Nancy let out a strained, almost broken laugh, her lips trembling as disbelief and anger mixed together, “Free will?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly despite her weakened state, “That’s your excuse?” she shook her head faintly, her expression twisting in frustration, “You just… stand there… do nothing… and call it ’free will’?” her eyes burned with intensity

“And then you expect people to worship you? To call you good? To call you just?” her breathing quickened, “From where I’m standing… that’s not divine… that’s disgusting,” she snapped, her voice filled with raw emotion, “If a child… an innocent child… is being killed right in front of you…” she continued, her words slowing slightly as the image formed in her mind, her expression tightening, “…a child who has done nothing wrong… who has no power… no choice…” her voice trembled now, not from weakness but from the weight of what she was saying.

“Would a god not step in?” she demanded, her eyes locking onto his, “What fault does that child have?” she pressed, her tone desperate but defiant, “What did they do to deserve that?”

She didn’t believe Riven was a god not really. To her, he looked like someone with a god complex… maybe a psychopath. Still, all she was trying to do now was talk him out of his madness. To prove to him that God doesn’t act like this. That whatever he was doing this wasn’t divine.

Maybe… if she could somehow make him believe that a real god would help… then, if he truly thought himself a god, he would have helped her. And maybe… just maybe… he would stop whatever the hell he was doing.”

“It’s not an excuse… not really,” Riven said softly, shaking his head with a patience that almost felt misplaced in the face of her anger, his tone still calm, still unshaken, as if he wasn’t arguing to win but to explain something he believed she fundamentally couldn’t grasp yet

“Free will is… important,” he repeated, though there was a subtle pause in his voice this time, as if realizing that words alone weren’t going to reach her, that this wasn’t something she would accept just by being told, and so, slowly, he shifted his legs uncrossing in mid-air as his body descended.

His feet touching the stone floor with a quiet, almost deliberate finality, and then he began walking toward her, each step unhurried, measured, until he stood right in front of her, close enough that she could feel his presence more directly now, and instead of looming over her, instead of asserting dominance, he crouched down, lowering himself to her level, eye to eye, his expression still carrying that same composed, almost gentle smile.

“Let me ask you something,” he said quietly, his gaze steady on hers, “Imagine… right here, in front of you… a crime is happening,” his voice slowed slightly, careful, deliberate, as if guiding her through the scenario, “Someone is about to kill another person,” he began, then paused, watching her reaction, noticing the way her eyes flickered slightly, and then, as if reconsidering, he adjusted the example, his tone lowering further.

“No… let’s say… someone is about to be raped,” he said, the word landing heavily between them, his eyes still fixed on hers, “And you have the power to stop it,” he continued, “No consequences… no risks… nothing stopping you,” his voice remained calm, almost neutral, “Would you stop it?” he asked, placing the question in front of her like something simple, something literally obvious.

Nancy stared at him, her expression tightening instantly, her brows furrowing as if she couldn’t even believe he had asked something so absurd, Of course I would, the answer rose instinctively in her mind, so obvious it almost felt insulting that he had even framed it as a question, and she parted her lips to respond but he stopped her, raising a hand slightly, not abruptly, but enough to interrupt.

“Wait,” he said gently, “Before you answer… understand this,” his gaze didn’t waver, “If you stop that person… you are taking away their free will,” he said, his tone steady, as if stating an undeniable law, “And that free will… is the right of every being,” he added, “Given by the cosmic order itself,” and then, after a brief pause, he leaned just slightly forward, his voice softening but sharpening in intent.

“Now… keeping that in mind… tell me,” he asked again, “Would you still stop them?”

And for a moment

Now.. Nancy hesitated not because her answer had changed, but because his framing of it introduced something that didn’t sit right, something she didn’t agree with, but still had to process, a flicker of doubt passing through her expression before it hardened again, her resolve returning, because no matter how he twisted it, her answer didn’t change; she was just about to say it yes but before the word could leave her mouth

Riven smiled faintly again and spoke again, as if he had already heard it, “If your answer is yes… then you are not worthy of being a god,” he said calmly, “Because in doing so… you would be committing a greater crime,” his words fell without hesitation, “Taking someone’s Freedom”

“And believe me free will… is a far greater violation than any other act.. Even Rape.. Having power to overpower someone freewill and using it knowingly is a crime,” He said with a chuckle as looking deep in her eyes.

And for a second, there was silence before

Nancy let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh

“Fhaaa..!” it escaped her almost involuntarily, her head shaking slightly as if she couldn’t even process the absurdity of what she had just heard, her lips curling into a bitter, sarcastic smile

Riven, however, didn’t react to the mockery, continuing as if it hadn’t interrupted him at all.

“That person would be punished eventually,” he said, his tone still even, “By society… or by the cosmic order itself if not society that then,” he added, “you see there are systems in place for that,” his eyes remained calm.

“But that responsibility… is not ours,” he concluded, “Gods do not interfere when a being is exercising their free will,”

“Haha… right,” Nancy muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she shook her head again, her disbelief turning into something sharper, something angrier, “So much for being a god,” she added, her tone cutting, dismissive

This time, Riven let out a quiet sigh, a faint exhale that suggested not frustration, but a kind of resigned understanding, “Listen,” he said, his voice soft but firm, “There is something you need to understand,” He continued.

“First of all.. Your morality… That does not come from gods,” he stated plainly.

“It comes from you… from beings like you,” his gaze remained steady, “Gods… have larger responsibilities,” he added, “And interfering with free will… is not one of them,”

And that finally was enough..

Nancy’s expression shifted completely, the last remnants of disbelief burning away into raw anger, her body trembling slightly as she pushed herself just a little more upright against the stone, her eyes blazing as she looked at him, “Crime is crime,” she snapped, her voice stronger now despite her condition, “And if you can stop it… and you don’t… then you’re part of it,” her words came faster now, sharper, each one fueled by conviction.

“If I stand there and watch someone get raped… and do nothing… then I’m worse than the one committing it,” she said, her breathing uneven but her voice unwavering, “And you? As saying you are a god” she continued, her eyes narrowing..

“You’re telling me one way or another that you’ve seen countless crimes… and done nothing?” her lips trembled slightly, not from weakness but from the intensity of what she was feeling, “And that makes you part of every single one of them,” she accused, her voice rising, “Every act… every victim… every suffering you could have stopped but didn’t,” her chest rose sharply as she inhaled.

“And if this is how you think… if this is what being a ’god’ means…” her voice dropped slightly, but the hatred in it only deepened, “then I don’t need any lessons from you,” she said, her gaze unflinching, “Or from anyone like you,” and then, her jaw tightening, her voice breaking into something harsher, more raw.

“Damn the gods,” she spat, “Fuck the gods,” the words came out without restraint now, fueled by everything she had been holding in, “What’s the point of them?” she demanded, her voice trembling with anger, “If they do nothing when people are suffering… when I’m suffering… Now..” her fists clenched weakly at her sides, “The next time I see a church… or anything preaching about gods…” her lips curled into a bitter, almost broken smile.

“…I’ll burn it to the ground,” she said, her voice low but filled with venom, “If gods won’t do anything… then what’s the point of them existing?” she finished, her eyes locked onto his, “Just to brainwash innocent people?” and in that moment, there was no fear left in her gaze only defiance, only rejection, only the raw, unfiltered refusal to accept the world he was describing.

“Gods don’t dictate morality,” Riven corrected her calmly, his tone unchanged, still carrying that quiet, composed certainty that seemed almost unnatural in contrast to her rage, “They only show what is possible… what is optimal,” he added, his voice soft yet deliberate, “So that beings like you can choose how to use your free will in the best way,” and even as he said it, even after everything she had just thrown at him anger, hatred, rejection his expression did not crack, his faint smile remaining intact, not mocking, not arrogant, but unsettlingly steady

“Whatever…” Nancy muttered weakly, her voice strained, her body still pressed against the cold stone behind her as if it was the only thing holding her upright, her head tilting slightly downward before she forced herself to look back at him with what strength she had left, her eyes burning despite the exhaustion, “Just stay away from me,” she said, her tone sharper now, cutting through the fatigue.

“I just don’t want to hear another word from someone like you,” her lips trembled slightly, but not from fear from anger, from refusal, “You should just die,” she added bluntly, her gaze locked onto him with a raw intensity that didn’t match her weakened state

Riven simply watched her for a moment, then gave a small, almost thoughtful shake of his head, as if her words had confirmed something rather than offended him, his smile still present, unchanged, before he turned away from her completely as he walked back toward the center of the space, where that strange object floated

An eye that was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a faint darkness that didn’t behave like shadow but like something deeper, something layered, its surface shimmering faintly with sparks of light that looked like distant stars caught within it, a small, spherical void that seemed both still and alive at the same time

He approached it slowly, almost reverently, lifting his hand as if to touch it, but as his fingers extended forward, they stopped just short always just short as if an invisible boundary prevented contact, no matter how close he got, and there was something subtle in that moment, something almost imperceptible the way his fingers hovered, the slight tension in his wrist that suggested even he, with all his claimed power, could not cross that line, because it wasn’t his right to do so

“Do you know what this is?” he asked suddenly, his back still turned to her, his voice echoing faintly in the quiet space.

Nancy didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on him but her lips pressed together, her silence deliberate, stubborn, because in her mind, he had already lost whatever argument he was trying to make, and now this this shift felt like nothing more than him avoiding it, deflecting, changing the topic because he couldn’t justify himself anymore, and she refused to engage with him further, not out of inability, but out of sheer rejection

And for Riven, it was actually the opposite. He had already concluded that her IQ was too low for her to grasp the logic behind the debate he was making. All that mattered to her was morality whether an action was right or wrong as a crime.

But his perspective, the core of his argument, was different. To him, that didn’t matter to God. What mattered was free will.

He had already explained that and she just couldn’t get to that point.. So he simply chose to leave it there.

Riven remained still for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand from the invisible barrier, lowering it back to his side as if the inability to touch the object didn’t bother him at all.

“You’ve been watching me interact with this for… what, half a month now?” he said, his tone thoughtful, almost conversational, “So I assume you’re at least curious,” he added, tilting his head slightly as if considering her perspective, “Even if you don’t want to admit it,”

“I don’t care,” Nancy replied weakly, her voice quieter now, not because she meant it less, but because her body simply didn’t have the strength to sustain the same intensity as before

Riven paused at that, then tilted his head a little more, as if evaluating her response, before dismissing it entirely, choosing not to acknowledge it as meaningful.

“This,” he said, raising a finger and pointing toward the floating object as he turned slightly to face her again, “Is something we God’s call a Dimensional Eye,” his voice carried a subtle shift now not pride, not reverence, but a kind of measured intrigue, as if even for him, it wasn’t fully understood, “And even we… gods… don’t completely understand what it is,” he admitted, his gaze returning to the object.

“An artifact? A weapon? A living organ? Or something else entirely…” he trailed off slightly, as if the categories themselves were insufficient, “We don’t know,” he finished simply, “But what we do know,” he continued, his tone sharpening just a fraction, “Is that this thing… holds the authority over one of the highest concepts in existence,” he gestured toward it again, his finger hovering just short of its surface.

“Dimension,” he said, the word carrying weight, “The very framework that defines how space exists… how it is structured… how distance, separation, and connection function across reality,”

And as he spoke, Nancy’s gaze, almost unwillingly, shifted toward the floating eye again, her brows knitting slightly not in understanding, but in confusion, because the words he was using, the scale he was describing, was far beyond anything she had ever needed to comprehend, far beyond the limits of her knowledge ofcourse no book or knowledge she was giver to consume had something saying about concepts law.. not to say deeper about it and yet… there was something there, something that made a faint kind of sense.

“Dimension…” she thought faintly, her eyes narrowing just slightly, because even if she didn’t understand the full extent of it, she knew about portals, about rifts, about the strange tears in space that had begun appearing across the world, phenomena that no one could fully explain but everyone had learned to fear, and if those were connected to something like this… then whatever this “eye” was, it wasn’t just some abstract concept it was something real, something dangerous, something far beyond her

“Well… you probably don’t understand just how vast what I’m talking about really is,” Riven began again, his tone steady but carrying a faint trace of something more reflective now, as if he was stepping into territory even he found fascinating, “But let me simplify it for you,” he added, turning slightly toward Nancy while still keeping the Dimensional Eye within his peripheral view.

“Even for gods… this thing is beyond our control… beyond our full understanding,” his fingers flexed faintly at his side, a subtle tell that contrasted with his otherwise composed demeanor, “You see.. Concepts and laws… Even they’re not all equal,” he continued, his voice gaining a more explanatory rhythm.

“There is a hierarchy… a scaling… from lower to higher,” he said, pausing just briefly as if organizing the structure in his mind before laying it out for her, “At the lowest level… you have matter type laws,” he said, gesturing lightly with his hand as if outlining invisible layers in the air.

“Earth, water, air… tangible elements… things you can perceive, interact with directly,” his eyes flicked toward her to see if she was following at all, “Even those… if fully mastered… are already beyond imagination in what they can do,” he added, then continued without waiting for a response.

“Above that… comes energy fire, mana, raw power… things less solid, more volatile,” his tone remained calm, almost lecture-like, “Then comes dynamics… force, motion, continuity… the principles that govern how things move, interact, persist,” he moved his hand slightly upward as if stacking layers.

“And beyond that… you enter the domain of fundamental laws… what you might call absolute principles,” his voice lowered slightly, carrying more weight now, “Concepts like infinity… destruction… creation,” he said, each word landing heavier than the last, “And even those… are not the peak,” he added, his gaze shifting back to the floating eye.

“Above them… lies space… and time which even gods do not have powers over or anything..” his lips curved faintly as if acknowledging their significance.

“And then… beyond even that… comes the union of both space-time itself,” he continued. “The interwoven fabric that defines reality’s.”

“And then above all of it…” he paused for just a fraction longer this time, letting the silence stretch before finishing, “Come dimension,” his voice softened slightly, but the weight behind the word remained immense.

“The very structure that defines how existence is layered… how realities are separated… how everything fits together,” he finally turned his head fully toward Nancy now, his eyes meeting hers as he asked quietly.

“Do you understand how significant that is?”

Nancy stared at him, her expression caught somewhere between confusion and reluctant awe, because while she didn’t fully grasp the depth of what he was saying, the way he described it the scale, the layering it wasn’t something she could dismiss entirely, and yet… her response wasn’t what he expected.

“Why are you telling me all this?” she asked instead, her voice quieter now, less sharp but still guarded, her brows slightly furrowed as she tried to make sense of his intent rather than his explanation, and for a brief moment, something like disappointment flickered across Riven’s face not because she didn’t understand, but because she wasn’t reacting the way someone usually would when confronted with something so vast

Still he didn’t linger on it, “I’m telling you… because it’s interesting,” he said simply, his tone returning to that calm, almost conversational ease

“Enviable, even actually,” he added, his gaze drifting back toward the eye, “Do you realize what someone could do with this?” he asked, though it didn’t feel like a question, more like a setup..

“I’ve used it… just a fraction of it,” he admitted, his voice dropping slightly, “And even that… cost me more than you could imagine,” his fingers curled faintly again as if recalling that cost, “But with just that fraction…” his lips curved into a faint, almost amused smile, “…I was able to make the strongest empire in the world… worry about its own existence,” he said, a quiet chuckle escaping him as he glanced at the eye from the corner of his vision.

“They’re probably scrambling right now… trying to understand what even is happening,” he added casually

Nancy’s eyes widened slightly at that, the shift immediate, her earlier confusion replaced by alarm as his words finally connected to something tangible, something real, “What do you mean?” she asked quickly, her voice tightening, “Is the empire in trouble?” her breathing grew uneven again, not from weakness this time but from rising anxiety, “Did you do something?” she pressed, her gaze sharpening, “Is this because of me?” the thought hit her hard, her chest tightening..

“Are you punishing them… to teach me something?” her voice wavered slightly now, “What did you do?” she demanded, her worry cutting through everything else, because no matter how much she hated him, the idea that others might suffer because of her… was something she couldn’t ignore

Riven watched her reaction carefully, and then, unexpectedly, he smiled not mockingly, but almost gently, “Hey… calm down,” he said, his tone softer now, almost reassuring, “That’s not what this is about,” he added, raising a hand slightly as if to ease her, “I’m just explaining what this can do,” he continued, nodding toward the eye again, “Do you know what the most interesting part is?” he asked, his gaze returning to her, “With this… someone could bring world peace,” he said, the words simple but heavy

“Like thats mot even as its primary function… just as a byproduct,” he added, “But with this.. All those portals… those rifts tearing open across the world… killing millions every day…” his expression remained calm, but there was a faint seriousness beneath it now.

“With this… they could all be controlled… regulated… Even stopped entirely,” he finished

And for a moment, Nancy’s expression froze, her thoughts catching up to the implication, because if what he was saying was true… then this wasn’t just power it was salvation on a scale she couldn’t even fully comprehend, the ability to save countless lives, to end something that had already taken so much from the world; and yet, Riven’s next words shattered that possibility just as quickly

“But alas… no one can use it,” he said quietly, almost regretfully, his gaze lingering on the eye, “Because it doesn’t belong to anyone here,” he added, his tone carrying a faint note of something like disappointment, “It belongs to someone else,”

Nancy looked at him again, her confusion returning, but this time mixed with anticipation, because she could tell he was going to answer his own question

“Do you know who it belongs to?” he asked, turning his head slightly toward her, his smile returning, but now it carried something else something sharper, more knowing..

“The one person who has the right over it… the only one who can truly use it… the one who could actually bring that peace,” he paused

Nancy didn’t speak immediately.

But her eyes

Searched his eyes

And something.. Something in his expression

Made her feel like she already knew the direction of the answer.. But still

“…Who?” she asked quietly.

And hearing that..

Riven’s smile widened just slightly.

“…Razeal Virelan,” he said, a quiet chuckle escaping him, “The one chosen by the cosmos itself.”

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