I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 432: SSS Rank Villain ~ The Perfect Being

“The Perfect Being, haa?” Razeal murmured under his breath, his gaze lingering on the floating notification in front of him as his eyes narrowed slightly, not in doubt, but in calculation.

The title itself carried a kind of weight he had rarely seen before, not exaggerated or dramatic, but precise, almost absolute in its wording. Perfect? It wasn’t something thrown around lightly, especially not within the system’s classification.

He had seen countless titles by now stupid, meaningful one giving identities straight but this one felt… different. It wasn’t trying to impress. It simply stated something as if it were already fact. And that alone made it far more dangerous than anything else he had encountered so far.

“This might actually be the most impressive title I’ve seen,” he thought to himself, his lips curving slightly as his mind instinctively began comparing it to everything he already knew.

“Well… except Tongues’ title, of course,” he added internally, almost as an afterthought, though even that comparison didn’t fully settle his curiosity. Because even something like the Vampire Progenitor.. ranked second among the infinite hierarchy of villains had not been given a title this… absolute. Vampires, by nature, were already close to perfection in many aspects immortality, regeneration, dominance over life essence and yet even they had not been labeled as “Perfect Beings.” Which meant only one thing. Whatever existed here… was something beyond even that.

His curiosity sharpened immediately.

Without hesitation, he turned his attention toward Villey, not bothering to hide the interest in his voice. “What’s his ranking?” he asked directly, cutting through any unnecessary thought process.

[This villain ranks the top 8th of strongest villain in ranking, Host.]

That answer alone made his eyebrows lift slightly, a rare, genuine reaction slipping through his otherwise composed demeanor.

Top eight? But still within the highest possible tier that existed. Which meant whatever this “Perfect Being” was, it wasn’t just strong it was fundamentally unique in a way that justified its placement among the absolute peak of existence. His mind immediately began forming possibilities, running through categories instinctively.

“A dragon? No… dragons are powerful, but not ’perfect.’ A ghost? Too limited. Elder witches? Nahh doesn’t seems like it. Dream creatures? Possible… but unlikely. Angels? Celestials?Eldritch entities?” His thoughts flowed rapidly, each possibility forming and being discarded just as quickly, refined through logic and prior experience. “Or maybe something beyond all of that… something that i have no knowledge of…”

He was just thinking but just then

He looked around. And in that single moment

Every single speculation he had made.. Collapsed.

The world around him was… wrong.

Not in a chaotic sense. Not terrifying, distorted, or monstrous way. But in something far more unsettling.

It was perfect.

Like the air was clean unnaturally so. Not just free of dust or impurity, but almost refined, as if every molecule had been filtered to its most optimal and perfect state. The sky stretched above him in a flawless shade of blue, not a cloud out of place, not a distortion anywhere. The sunlight fell evenly across the environment, not harsh, not dim, just… correct. Balanced in a way that felt engineered rather than natural. Even the temperature brushing against his skin felt calibrated, neither warm nor cold, existing in a narrow band of comfort that made it impossible to complain about anything.

It looked peaceful.

Too peaceful.

But that wasn’t what made him dismiss his earlier assumptions.

It was the movement. The sound and the structure.

His gaze shifted, slowly taking in the environment around him, and what he saw immediately rewrote his entire understanding of what this space was.

Flying vehicles.

Not magical constructs. Not levitating artifacts.

But Machines.

Sleek, metallic, moving through the air with silent precision, leaving behind faint trails of energy as they passed between towering structures that rose into the sky like monuments of engineered perfection. The buildings themselves were unlike anything he had seen before.. constructed from materials that reflected light in controlled patterns, smooth surfaces without imperfections, edges so precise they looked almost unnatural. Every structure seemed to follow a design language that prioritized efficiency and aesthetics equally, no wasted space, no irregularity.

Drones hovered above, moving in structured patterns, their paths intersecting and separating with calculated accuracy, each one maintaining exact distance from the others as if guided by a singular intelligence. Small streams of data flickered across translucent panels embedded in the environment, lines of light moving through surfaces like veins carrying information rather than blood.

And beneath his feet

Metal.

Not rough, not cold in an uncomfortable way, but smooth, polished, and faintly reactive, as if it recognized his presence.

Razeal stood still for a moment, taking it all in.

“A futuristic civilization…” he concluded internally, his curiosity deepening rather than settling. “No… not just civilization. A fully optimized system.”

And just then

Suddenly .. Everything changed.

The drones.

Every single one of them

Stopped Instantly. As if a command had been issued across the entire network at once.. As had detected something unusual.

Their lights flickered

And turned red.

The shift was immediate and absolute. The peaceful, almost serene environment transformed in less than a second into something entirely different. The drones that had previously moved in harmony now redirected themselves toward him with precision, their formation tightening as hundreds no, thousands of them descended from every direction, filling the sky above him like a mechanical swarm.

There was no panic, No hesitation. Just response.. Calculated, Efficient and Lethal.

Razeal didn’t move.

He simply stood there, watching.

The sound followed next a low hum, subtle at first, then growing as more drones converged, their systems activating in unison. Panels shifted across their surfaces, mechanical parts extending outward with smooth, almost organic motion as weapon systems revealed themselves.

Guns?

Not crude or oversized?But Compact.

And extremely Advanced. Integrated directly into their frames.

Each one different.

Some emitted faint red glows. Others pulsed with violet energy. Some flickered blue.

Others burned with green or even pink light, each color suggesting a different function, a different method of attack.

And then

The targeting systems activated.

Red dots.

Hundreds of them.

No

Thousands.

Each one locking onto a specific point on his body, mapping him completely, from head to toe, marking vital points, pressure zones, neural pathways, all within fractions of a second.

Razeal’s entire form was covered.

As If he moved.. Even slightly

Every single one of those weapons would fire.

And he’ll get to know what man with too many holes in his body looks like.

[Unknown biological entity detected.]

[Classification: Human.]

[Threat level: Undetermined.]

[Requesting directive from CORTEX-Δ (Delta).]

“Link established.”

“Directive received. Perimeter complete.”

“Target contained.”

“Awaiting B-6 unit arrival.”

“System databases synchronized.”

The voices did not come from one direction, nor from any single identifiable source.. they reverberated through the air from every angle at once, layered, synchronized, and perfectly timed, as if the entire swarm of drones had become one singular consciousness speaking through hundreds of mouths at the same time. The effect was not loud, not chaotic, but controlled in a way that felt far more oppressive than noise ever could be. It wasn’t just sound it was confirmation. A declaration. Every word carried intent, not emotion, but absolute execution of protocol, and it made one thing very clear to Razeal without needing further explanation: he had already been processed, categorized, and contained within the system’s awareness. There was no uncertainty in their actions. Everything happening around him had already been decided somewhere beyond his immediate perception.

He stood still, his crimson eyes slowly shifting across the encirclement of drones, watching the faint pulses of light that flickered across their metallic frames as they scanned him repeatedly. Thin beams of energy swept across his body in intervals, mapping or maybe analyzing him? It wasn’t aggression not yet but It was evaluation maybe? The difference mattered, and Razeal recognized it instantly.

If they had intended to eliminate him, the attack would have already happened. There would have been no request for directives or whatver they were doing. These machines definitely dont act out of instincts or fear right? Most likely they were following a system. A structured, layered chain of command that required authorization before escalation. That alone told him more about this place than any description could have.

“AI Dominion…” he murmured softly under his breath, repeating the name of the system space as his lips curved faintly, the understanding settling into place with quiet clarity. “Yeah… now that makes sense.” His gaze lifted slightly toward the swarm, not with hostility, but with a kind of analytical curiosity that sharpened rather than dulled in the face of potential danger. Well he wasn’t in danger but still.

Slowly, deliberately, he raised both of his hands upward, palms open and visible, a universal gesture even across unknown systems.. non-aggression, compliance, intent to cooperate.

“No need to make this more complicated than it has to be,” he thought to himself, his expression remaining calm, almost indifferent despite the fact that hundreds of weapons were still locked onto him from every direction.

At the same time, his mind continued to process what he had already deduced. “So this ’Perfect Being’…” he thought, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he pieced it together. “Not a creature or a singular entity in the traditional sense. This is a system. A network? An intelligence maybe.” The realization didn’t unsettle him. If anything, it made him more interuged.

“B-6 unit…” he repeated internally, catching onto the designation the drones had announced. The term lingered in his thoughts as he considered its implications. Reinforcement tier? Specialized response unit? Or perhaps a command-level interface?

“Let’s see what you actually are,” he concluded silently, deciding without hesitation that waiting was the optimal course of action. There was no benefit in forcing movement here. No advantage in escalating things here.

He has came here with good heart. Not to make enemies but friends.

The drones shifted slightly, tightening their formation as he made even the smallest adjustment in posture.

“Hold position. Movement is restricted.”

The mechanical voice cut through the air again, sharper this time, less informational and more directive.

Razeal exhaled faintly, almost amused despite himself. “Yeah, yeah… I am complying,” he replied internally, though outwardly he remained silent, his expression unchanged. The situation was… irritating, in a way. Not dangerous.. at least not immediately but restrictive. Being treated like a contained subject, surrounded and monitored from every angle, was not something he particularly enjoyed. Still, he had walked into this willingly. And if he wanted something from this place, then playing along.. for now was simply part of the process.

And he didn’t have to wait long.

The air above shifted.

A faint distortion barely noticeable at first.. then rippled across the space above the drone formation, followed by a sharp, controlled burst of energy as multiple figures descended rapidly from the sky. The sound wasn’t explosive, not chaotic, but precise compressed air splitting cleanly as propulsion systems activated and then decelerated in perfect synchronization. One after another, they dropped into position, landing with controlled force against the metallic ground below, producing a series of sharp, uniform impacts that echoed faintly across the surrounding structures.

Razeal’s gaze shifted toward them immediately.

Humanoids.

That was the first impression. But only on the surface.

As there movements were too precise. Too calculated. Every step, every adjustment of posture, every shift of weight happened with mechanical perfection, devoid of even the slightest inefficiency. The faint metallic resonance beneath their steps confirmed what their appearance tried to conceal. Synthetics and Advanced. Not just machines but something designed to mimic human form while surpassing its limitations.

“B-6 unit…?” Razeal thought, observing them carefully.

There were twenty of them.

Each identical in structure yet subtly distinct in execution, their bodies clad in sleek, adaptive material that resembled human skin at a glance but carried an artificial smoothness upon closer inspection. Their faces were partially concealed behind dark, reflective lenses something akin to futuristic eyewear that obscured their eyes entirely, removing any trace of readable expression. Weapons rested in their hands rifles, compact yet clearly powerful, their surfaces embedded with glowing energy conduits that pulsed faintly, indicating readiness… Yeah definitely no simple rifles.

They didn’t rush him or threaten him.

They simply moved In perfect formation as Encircling him first.

As.. Scanning him again this time at a closer range, their sensors likely far more advanced than those of the drones above.

Razeal didn’t resist.

He simply watched.

Then one of them stepped forward.

Just a subtle shift as the unit positioned itself at the front, pausing for a brief second as if completing an internal process before giving a single, minimal nod in Razeal’s direction.

And then

It turned.. Without a word or any explanation.

And just began walking.

Razeal’s eyes followed the movement, his mind processing the intention almost instantly. “So that’s how it is,” he thought, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. No interrogation. No immediate confrontation. Just… relocation. “Straight to the source, then.”

He didn’t care.

And without being told, without needing further instruction, he lowered his hands calmly and stepped forward, following behind the leading unit. The rest of the B-6 formation adjusted instantly, falling into motion around him, maintaining precise spacing as they escorted him forward. Not close enough to restrict his movement physically, but close enough to ensure he couldn’t deviate without immediate response.

There was no conversation.

No unnecessary interaction.

Only movement.

Silent and Efficient.

They had barely taken ten steps when the environment shifted again.

A sharp, controlled hum cut through the air as something descended rapidly from above, its presence announced not by noise, but by the sudden displacement of air pressure around them.

A sleek, compact vessel dropped into position directly in their path, its surface reflecting the ambient light of the city in smooth, flowing patterns. The design was minimal, almost elegant no visible seams, no exposed mechanisms, just a flawless exterior shaped for speed and precision.

A hyperspace transport ship? Or something close enough to it.

The B-6 units didn’t slow.

Didn’t pause.

They moved as if this had been timed down to the exact second.

As the craft settled, an opening formed seamlessly along its side, revealing an interior space already prepared for boarding. Without breaking stride, the units entered one by one, their movements synchronized to the point where it almost looked rehearsed rather than reactive.

Razeal followed.

As he stepped inside too.. his gaze swept across the interior briefly, noting the same design philosophy efficiency, precision, no wasted space. This entire world… everything about it… functioned under one principle and design.

And just like that, in the very same instant the boarding sequence completed, the entire swarm of drones that had previously encircled Razeal dispersed without hesitation, their formation breaking apart with flawless coordination as they shot back into the sky in synchronized streams of motion, vanishing into the vast metallic horizon above as if they had never been there in the first place.

There was no lingering presence, no delay, no second glance just execution and disappearance, clean and absolute, as the ship’s door sealed behind him with a smooth, airtight closure that made no sound beyond a faint shift in pressure. The transition was so precise that it almost felt unreal, like stepping from one layer of a system into another, each part functioning independently yet perfectly connected. The B-6 units positioned themselves immediately, surrounding him once again, not aggressively, but definitively, placing him at the center of their formation as the craft lifted upward in a single, fluid motion.

The acceleration came next.

Not gradual or progressive.

Just Instant.

Razeal felt it not as force pressing against his body, but as displacement. The world outside shifted too fast for normal perception, the structures below blurring into elongated streaks of light and reflection as the craft cut through the air with a speed that would have shattered most conventional vehicles or anything bound by basic physics. And yet inside, there was no turbulence. No vibration. No instability. Everything remained perfectly still, perfectly balanced, as if motion itself had been nullified within the interior. That alone made his eyes narrow slightly, a faint spark of genuine interest flickering across his expression.

“Impressive…” he thought quietly, his gaze shifting toward the sealed surface of the craft, not seeing through it, but sensing the precision of its operation. “Fast… controlled speed. And absolute control.”

He didn’t speak much. Didn’t move unnecessarily. He simply observed.

And within what felt like mere moments.. though logically, it stretched to several minutes the motion slowed just as abruptly as it had begun.

Five minutes or something.

That was all it took.

Five minutes to cross what should have been distances far beyond normal comprehension.

The craft slowly descended.

And then It landed.

When the motion ceased completely, Razeal’s eyes shifted forward again, and even before the door opened, he already knew this was not just another location within the city.

This was the center.

The core.

And when the door finally opened

What he saw confirmed it.

He stepped out slowly, his boots making contact with a surface that immediately told him this wasn’t ordinary material. It wasn’t just metal. It was something refined beyond that.. engineered, layered, reinforced at a level that suggested both durability and adaptive function. The platform beneath him stretched outward in all directions, forming what appeared to be the uppermost level of a structure so vast that for a moment, even he had to adjust his perception just to process its scale.

A tower.

No

A monolith maybe.

Razeal lifted his gaze upward instinctively, though he was already at the top.. he could see the clouds on sides.. The sheer size of the structure registered slowly in his mind. If he were to compare it to anything he knew.. anything grounded in physical reference it would still fall short. The tower’s width alone could rival entire mountain ranges, and its height… its height as he had seen from shit.. it definitely extended so far that it seemed to pierce through layers of atmosphere itself, disappearing into the sky beyond visible limits.

“Four… maybe five times the width of Mount Everest,” he calculated silently, his eyes scanning the horizon. “And height… at least ten times.” He thought to himself.

And every single part was artificial.

Perfectly constructed.

Not a single crack or single irregularity to be seen.

As if this was designed perfectly.

Razeal’s gaze shifted across the skyline visible from this height, and what he saw only reinforced the realization already forming in his mind. There was no trace of mana. No fluctuation of magical energy. No residual presence of divine or mythological constructs. Everything.. every movement, every function, every structure seems to just operated under one system.

Technology.

Pure.. Absolute and Uncompromising Technology. he thought slowly to himself his expression sharpening as the conclusion settled fully into place.

He had seen countless systems by now.. worlds governed by elemental forces, divine hierarchies, cursed energies, and countless variations of supernatural laws but this… this was entirely different from all of those. There was no overlap. No hybridization. No hidden layer of mystical influence beneath the surface.

Only pure technology.

And yet

This was ranked eighth.

Eighth among an infinite hierarchy of villains.

That alone made his interest deepen into something far more serious.

“To reach that level… without magic, without divine, myth… or whatver all..” his thoughts continued, calculating, analyzing, dissecting the implications, “Means this system didn’t just compete with those forces… it surpassed them somehow.” The idea alone was enough to shift his perspective entirely. Even Hell, even the domain of the Vampire Progenitor.. places overflowing with ancient power and overwhelming presence had not intrigued him to this extent. Because those followed patterns he understood.

This did not. And that made it even more intriguing.. And valuable.

And fascinating.

His thoughts were interrupted as the B-6 unit leader stepped forward, signaling him once again with a simple, precise motion to exit fully onto the platform. The rest of the units moved with him, splitting formation slightly as ten of them stepped out first, securing the perimeter in a controlled spread, while the remaining units followed behind Razeal, maintaining surveillance without ever breaking their composure. Their movements were exact. No wasted motion. No hesitation. Even their stillness carried intent.

Razeal stepped forward.. Unbotheredly

As a started to observe the suroudings.

And just as he looked ahead.. He paused..

And for the first time since entering this system space..

His expression shifted.

Not into fear or caution.

But into something rare.

Genuine surprise? And speechlessness.

His mouth opened slightly, almost involuntarily, his eyes widening just a fraction as his gaze locked onto the scene in front of him.

An army.

No

Not just an army.

A army in formation.

A force so vast that even his perception struggled to define its limits.

They stood there..

Perfectly aligned and still.

Rows upon rows upon rows stretching beyond visible distance, covering every direction his eyes could reach. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. No.. millions. There was no immediate way to calculate their exact number, because the formation didn’t end. It simply continued, extending outward like a living grid, each unit occupying a precise position within a system that allowed no deviation.

And not one of them moved.

Not a single twitch.

Not a single shift in stance.

They stood like as id statues. Like pillars.

Like a wall of existence itself.

And yet

They were alive. In their own way Ofcourse.

The discipline alone was overwhelming.

Not forced or trained through fear or loyalty. But programmed just to be Perfect.

Razeal’s eyes slowly moved across the formation, taking in the details now that the initial shock had passed. Each unit bore the same structural design and height as the B-6 escorts.. different faces but same humanoid in shape, refined in appearance..armed with advanced weaponry that radiated controlled energy signatures.

Their armor.. if it could even be called that.. integrated seamlessly with their form, giving them both mobility and protection without any visible compromise.

The platform itself this massive landing ground atop the tower had been cleared only at the center, forming a perfect circular space just large enough maybe just for the ship to land. Beyond that circle, the army began immediately, their formation so tight, so precise, that it looked like a living wall surrounding the landing zone.

He had been dropped

Directly Into the very center of it.

Razeal exhaled slowly, the faintest hint of a smile returning to his lips as his initial surprise settled into something far more controlled.

“…Yeah,” he murmured under his breath, almost amused now, his eyes gleaming with sharp interest as he took in the scale, the discipline, the sheer calculated power of what stood before him.

“Villey… can you analyse the strength of these humanoids?” He asked quiete curious.

[Yes, Host…]

Villey’s response came immediately, calm and compliant as always, and then the analysis began.

“Initiating full-spectrum analysis…”

A brief silence followed

“…Analysis complete.”

“All detected entities present within visual and sensory range are confirmed to be humanoid constructs.”

“Technological composition: highly advanced. Structural and systemic depth exceeds current analytical penetration.”

“Full capability mapping remains inaccessible at this stage. However… External observation parameters, posture stability, energy emission patterns, and structural symmetry indicate precision-engineered combat architecture.”

“From these observable factors, I can infer the underlying technological tier.”

“Classification: Atomic-tier mechanized systems. To translate into simplified comparative metrics…”

“Each individual unit aligns with peak Emperor- Rank class combat equivalence.”

A fractional pause data streams recalibrating.

“Expanding analysis to spatial distribution…”

“Scanning proximity field…”

“…Complete.”

“Total units detected within current range: 17,600,075.”

“All entities maintain consistent Emperor-Rank energy signatures.”

“Deviation: negligible.”

“Conclusion: this is not a formation… this is a mass-deployed system army.”

[Also i have analysised the b-6 unit that had lead you here.. ]

[Structural composition: nanotechnological assembly.]

[Internal systems reveal multi-layered adaptive frameworks suggesting dynamic reconfiguration capabilities.]

[Core architecture identified.]

[Energy source: self-sustaining nuclear fission–fusion hybrid cycle.]

[Conclusion: independent, long-duration operational capacity without external dependency.]

[Power evaluation in comparative scale…]

[Estimated range: mid to peak Saint King- Rabk class.]

[Variation dependent on operational state, system activation level, and combat protocol engagement.]

[However…]

[Current analysis remains incomplete.]

[True combat capability cannot be fully determined through static observation.]

[Further evaluation requires motion, system activation, or direct combat execution.]

[Until such data is obtained…]

[All conclusions remain probabilistic not absolute.]

“….”

Razeal heard Villey’s analysis and almost staggered in his steps, As his eyes went wide open in shock as he looked toward the standing army of humanoid robots wearing human skin or whatever synthetic covering they had, standing there silently, not moving, just standing in plain army formation as if ready for whatever order to destroy planets or galaxies to come and they will…

Razeal’s throat moved before he even realized it, a subtle but unmistakable gulp as Villey’s analysis settled fully into his mind, each line replaying with increasing weight rather than fading away. He had expected them to be strong but expectation and reality were two completely different things, and what stood before him right now had crossed far beyond the boundary of anything he could

Ever been prepared himself for.

“Emperor Rank…??” The words echoed again in his head, slower this time, heavier, almost unreal in how casually they had been assigned. He stared at the unmoving army stretching endlessly in every direction, his crimson eyes tracing line after line of identical figures, each one silent, still, and perfectly aligned.

“What the hell does it even mean… to have seventeen million Emperor Rank powerhouses?” he thought, the question not rhetorical anymore, but genuinely unresolved even within his own mind. An Emperor Rank individual wasn’t a soldier. It wasn’t even an elite. It was a fucking powerhouse of powerhouses.. someone who stood at very top of world.. And here…? here they were standing like nothing more than units. Replaceable? Countable and actually Manufactured??

That last word lingered.

Manufactured?

His eyes narrowed slightly as that realization dug deeper into his thoughts. “Don’t tell me…” he murmured internally, his mind already connecting the implications before he even wanted to accept them fully, “This dude is actually mass producing them.” Not cultivating. Not training. Not awakening latent power through centuries of effort. Producing. Like tools. Like machines. Like… actual fucking products.

The idea alone made something tighten inside his chest, not fear, not exactly.. but something far more uncomfortable. A sharp, almost burning sensation that spread quietly through him before he even tried to suppress it.

Jealousy.

Raw unfiltered Jealousy.

He had seen power before. He had stood in front of beings ranked far above this one.. Like Lucifer, the entity that stood at the absolute peak of the system’s hierarchy, and the Vampire Progenitor, a being whose presence alone felt like a law of existence. And yet… neither of them had triggered this reaction in him. Not like this. Not in this way atleast.. Because their power, no matter how overwhelming, followed a logic he understood.

They were singular. Unique and Dominant. But this this wasn’t just power. This was replication of power. Control over power. Distribution of power at a scale that didn’t just break balance.. it erased the concept of balance entirely.

“Fuck…” the word slipped through his thoughts, quiet but loaded, as his gaze moved again across the formation. “This is insane.” His lips pressed together slightly, his expression tightening for just a fraction of a second as that burning sensation deepened.

“He’s making Emperor Rank bots… actual Emperor Rank… and they’ll do whatever he says…” The idea alone was enough to make even someone like him pause internally. Not because he couldn’t deal with one. Or ten. Or even hundreds. But seventeen million? And that was just what was visible.

And then another thought struck him.

“What the hell is even ’Atomic-tier’ technology again?” he wondered, his mind shifting slightly as it tried to grasp the classification Villey had given. He understood the concept in fragments atomic meant foundational, fundamental or something dealing with matter at its most basic level but applied like this? To create combat units? To replicate Emperor-level combat capacity? That cant be just advancement. That was… rewriting how power itself functioned.

“No… that’s not even the real question,” he corrected himself immediately, his eyes narrowing again as his focus sharpened.

“The real question is…”

“What does this guy even do with all of this?”

His steps continued forward, guided by the B-6 unit ahead of him, though he barely registered the movement consciously anymore. His body followed automatically while his mind remained locked on the implications. The army ahead began to shift.. not in chaos, not even in visible motion but in perfect, synchronized precision. Rows parted. Lines separated as the formation opened as if responding to a single, silent command, creating a path directly in front of him

And that

That made him pause again internally.

Not because it was threatening. But because of how it was done.

Seventeen million Emperor Rank units

Moving in to create a path for him.

Like attendants.

Like guards..

Like… fucking servants.

“…Are you serious?” Razeal thought, his lips parting slightly as he watched the corridor form ahead of him, the army shifting just enough to allow passage while maintaining absolute structural integrity everywhere else. “Whoever this guy is…” he continued, his thoughts carrying a strange mix of disbelief and reluctant admiration.

“He got some serious taste.” He thought enviously in his head.

“I don’t think anyone else would even dare to do this…” he added silently, his eyes scanning the endless ranks as he walked forward through the path they created. “Making Emperor Rank units stand like this… like gatekeepers… like decoration almost…” His gaze flickered slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips despite everything. “What is this… aura farming?” he thought, almost amused at the absurdity of it. But even as the thought formed, he shook it off slightly. “No… I can’t even complain. This… this is deserved.” Because at this level, this wasn’t arrogance. This wasn’t display for the sake of ego. This was simply… what power looked like when it reached this point.

Even he himself could feel power just by walking through people with this level of stature.

His attention shifted again, this time toward the B-6 units walking ahead of him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed them more closely. “And these…” he thought, recalling Villey’s analysis, “Saint King class…?” If he hadn’t been told, he wouldn’t have believed it. There was no aura. No overwhelming presence. No visible sign of power radiating from them. They walked like ordinary escorts. Silent. Controlled and almost… unimpressive, at first glance.

But now

Now he knew.

“Nano-tech… haa?” he murmured internally, the concept surfacing from fragments of knowledge he had carried from his past life, from movies, theories, and half-understood ideas. He had seen it in fiction. In concepts. In imagination. But now? This was real.

“So this is what it looks like…” he thought, his interest flaring again despite the earlier shock.

“And that energy source…” his thoughts continued, shifting again, this time toward something that had both fascinated and unsettled him. “Self-sustaining nuclear fission–fusion hybrid…?” He almost let out a quiet breath at that, the sheer absurdity of it hitting him again.

“What the hell even is that?” he muttered internally, though the implications were clear enough. “Self-running nuclear cores… inside moving bodies…?” He imagined it for a moment like think about it just one of these units destabilizing, just one of them failing in some way stumbling on rock or whatver.. and the image that followed was immediate and vivid.

A flash of burst.

And rising column.

“…Boom,” he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Mushroom cloud.” His lips

Twitched just thinking about it.

“…Yeah… that’s dangerous as hell.” This time the thought wasn’t exaggerated or dramatic. It was just a straight conclusion. These weren’t just soldiers. These were controlled nuclear systems walking around in human-shaped bodies.

“Good thing I didn’t try anything stupid earlier…” he added silently, almost dryly. “Kicking one of these would’ve been… a really bad idea.”

He kept walking, calm on the outside, but fully alert now, following behind the B-6 units as the army continued to shift around them, making way without a single unnecessary movement.

And then

His eyes caught something ahead.

A structure.

Smaller compared to everything else here, but clearly important. As It stood out immediately not because of size, but because of placement. Central Isolated and Intentional.

Razeal’s gaze sharpened.

“Seems like…” he thought, his steps continuing without slowing, “the boss of all this is close.” There was no doubt now.They were taking him somewhere specific.

“To him.”

And that realization did something else entirely.

His mood shifted.

The shock settled.

The jealousy stayed but changed form. And what replaced everything else.. Was excitement.

As his eyes brightened slightly, not in an exaggerated way, but enough to show the shift in his mindset.

“…I’m finally going to meet him,” he thought, his gaze fixed ahead now.

And then another thought followed immediately.

Clear and very Decisive.

“I’m definitely taking some of these.” There was no hesitation in that decision. No second thought. These weren’t just useful. These were insane assets. Power, manpower, defense, execution.. everything in one.

“No matter what it costs…” he continued silently, his expression steady now, fully composed again, “I’m making this deal happen.”

Because at this point.. It wasn’t even a question anymore.

He just wanted them.. And he was going to get them.

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