I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space

Chapter 340: Husband~

Ancestor Xue: That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. Rather than fucking her like she begged him to, he made her his mother. What idiocy.

Vampire Progenitor: He placed his pride above everything else. He atleast is a man worthy of respect. He had the strength to kill her and even the strength to say no. He could have fulfilled her request too.. done exactly what she asked, and kept the words he had given her. But he didn’t lie to his honor. Instead, he fulfilled her wish in the way it should be fulfilled. Since in true answer he sees himself as the greatest warrior.. The thing what she truly had asked for, how would you understand the weight of such a majestic perspective? To believe that no warrior greater than him will ever be born… so he gave himself to her for the sake of his honor. He is deserving of being king, after all.

Degenerated Bastard: Sounds like bullshit to me. I would’ve given that woman as many kids as she asked for. That’s what she was begging for.

Lucifer: What would someone who’s never had pride know about what true pride is, anyway?

Ancestor Xue: We’ve seen your pride. Watching you lick the feet of Heaven’s high lady with your tongue was an embarrassing sight, Daoist Lucifer.

Lucifer: …

Ancestor Xue: What? Don’t even have words now?

Lucifer: She is on a completely different level.. far above anything I’ve ever seen. I was no match for her. But one day, I will reach her level… and make her do the same. So for now, I can’t say anything. But I don’t think you have any right to comment on this nonsense. If you want to prove yourself, why not face me directly? I’ll show you what the King of Hell truly is.

Ancestor Xue: No need. I don’t talk to people who lick feet.. DIRTY FEET LICKER.

Lucifer: AAAAAAHHHH.. I’LLLLL KILLLLLLL YYYYYOU, YOU BASTARDDDDD!

Degenerated Bastard: Daoist Xue really does have superior rage baiting skills. I must learn this art.

Lily: All of you, shut up. Let me watch. My little good boy is about to get married.. don’t ruin the moment.

Degenerated Bastard: You think he’ll show us his honeymoon too? What do yaaa all think? I’ll pay handsomely for that. Truly.

Ancestor Xue: Now that you mention it… I’m looking forward to it.

The stream chat was extremely lively.

But Razeal wasn’t paying much attention to it.

As bis gaze was fixed on what was happening in the arena watching King Julius accept that woman as his mother a title no one could have predicted.

Arthur stood beside him as his arms crossed jaw tight just staring straight ahead. He hadn’t said a word since it happened.

Razeal finally broke the silence, nudging Arthur lightly with his shoulder, his tone casual but laced with unmistakable amusement.

“Looks like you’re getting a Brandnew Grandmother,” he said.

Arthur’s jaw clenched harder. He rolled his shoulder as if trying to shake off the comment and the reality behind it. His irritation was written plainly across his face, but he kept his voice low, controlled, teeth grinding as he spoke.

“Am not alone,” he shot back. “Congratulations. You just got yourself a grandma too.. brother-in-law.”

There was no humor in his voice, only reluctant acceptance wrapped in bitterness. He didn’t like it. He didn’t agree with it. But he knew better than to challenge it openly.

It was his father’s decision.

And decisions like that, once made, reshaped the sea itself. And not to say no one listens to him so his saying or not.. Wouldn’t matter.

Sofia’s eyes narrowed the moment the word brother-in-law left Arthur’s mouth. As a sharp, measured look apeared on her face that made it very clear she was paying attention to everything. Her gaze moved from Arthur to Razeal and back again, slow and deliberate, as if weighing them both.

“Brother-in-law?” she repeated, her tone cool but edged with warning. “So fast. I haven’t even said anything yet. You two seem to be getting along rather well.. and suspiciously quickly at that.”

Arthur didn’t miss the hint of irritation in her voice. If anything, it amused him. A crooked smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped closer and casually draped an arm over Razeal’s shoulder again, deliberately exaggerating the sense of closeness between them, as if to provoke her further.

“We?” he said lightly. “Of course. Brother in law’s an very interesting man. We get along just fine.” His eyes flicked to Sofia, sharp and assessing now. “And as for you saying anything.. didn’t you already said that you would accept your spouse according to tradition. Whoever won would be your husband.” His smirk deepened. “Or are you planning to say no now?”

Sofia crossed her arms over her chest, the movement slow and controlled, her posture radiating irritation rather than uncertainty. She looked at Arthur as if he were a particularly annoying problem she hadn’t yet decided how to deal with.

“Did I say no?” she asked flatly.

Arthur raised an eyebrow. “So that’s a yes?”

For a moment, Sofia said nothing.

The silence stretched.. not awkward, but deliberate. She didn’t look at Arthur. Her gaze shifted slightly, unfocused, as if she were weighing something internal rather than reacting to the conversation around her. Then, with a small exhale, she unfolded her arms and lifted both hands outward in a loose shrug, her shoulders rising and falling with quiet acceptance.

“I’ll go with it,” she said calmly. “Of course. This is what Mother suggested, after all.” Her eyes slid sideways toward Razeal.. not lingering, not shy, but assessing. “Run the tradition, she said. And I would find my soulmate. So… here we are, I suppose.”

That was when Maria finally stepped in.

“What tradition?” she cut in, her voice cold and sharp, cutting through the moment like a blade. There was no attempt to hide her irritation. “Would anyone care to explain this properly?”

Arthur turned at the sound of her voice, only just now noticing that a woman he didn’t recognize had been standing beside Sofia the entire time. His brows furrowed slightly as he looked her over, clearly confused.

“And who are you, exactly?” he asked bluntly.

And

Neither Sofia nor Maria acknowledged him.

Sofia inhaled slowly, then raised a finger.. not in command, but as a signal that she was about to explain something that clearly mattered. When she spoke again, her tone shifted, becoming steadier, more formal, carrying the weight of something old.

“It’s a tradition that dates back to the very beginning,” she said, looking at Maria as she spoke. “To the founding of Atlantis itself. A royal competition was established, where the greatest warriors of the sea would gather and display their strength. In those times, honor, worth, and legitimacy were measured almost entirely through physical power and combat ability.”

“So in that era, finding a worthy consort for a princess wasn’t simple. Like not just anyone could marry into the royal line. So the tradition was formed: the princess would choose her spouse through strength.. not preference, not politics. The competition was believed to be blessed by the Sea Mother herself. It was said that no matter the odds, the rightful person would always emerge as the victor.”

“In our belief, it isn’t coincidence. It’s destiny.”

Sofia glanced aside for a moment, then continued.

“And it doesn’t end there. The tradition doesn’t only test the warriors.. it also tests the princes. She participates in it in her own way, to see where her destiny leads her.”

“Two months before the royal challenge begins, the princess is placed at the edge of Atlantis.. at the Seventh Sea.”

“From there,” Sofia went on, “she must reach the Royal Challenge before it begins. She has to cross all the seas on her own. There are strict conditions like she cannot use her powers. She cannot reveal her true identity. She cannot rely on existing relationships or authority. She must travel alone, as she is all depending on her physical capabilities too.”

“If she reaches the Royal Challenge before it starts, she earns the right to cancel the marriage entirely. It means her destiny does not yet bind her to anyone. That the winner of the competition is not her destined partner.”

“But if she fails to reach it in time… then It means that fate itself intervened. That the path was closed because it was never meant for her to escape it. And whoever wins the competition in that case… is the one she is meant to marry.”

She finished her explanation with a small nod, as if sealing the matter.

“That’s what our tradition teaches,” she said. “If the princess cannot reach the challenge in time, then destiny has already chosen.”

At which Arthur nodded slowly as Sofia finished explaining, her words aligning perfectly with what he himself had grown up hearing. There was no surprise on his face only quiet confirmation, as if every sentence she spoke simply placed long-known truths into clearer shape. To him, this was tradition, history, something as immovable as the tides themselves.

Razeal, on the other hand, remained silent. He listened without interrupting, crimson eyes steady, thoughts turning inward. Now it made sense.. why Sofia had hidden her strength, why she had asked for help and why she seemed a little sad when time ran out.

Razeal understood it all, but he did not say anything.. Though he was quite amazed by the strange kinds of traditions that existed in this world.

Maria, however, reacted very differently.

She shook her head, strands of her hair shifting sharply as irritation bled into her expression. “If I were in your place,” she said bluntly, turning fully toward Sofia, “I would never agree to something like this. Never.” Her voice carried disbelief more than anger, but both were present. “It’s so embarrassing. I honestly don’t understand how you’re fine with it. You had a chance.. and an actual right to fight it. And yet you went along with it?”

“Whats even the point thwn? I mean you weren’t allowed to use your real abilities. You couldn’t reveal who you were. You couldn’t rely on your power or your identity. Its like whoever created this tradition never intended for the princess to succeed.” Her lips curled slightly. “And don’t tell me you’re comfortable being treated like a prize. Think about that for a moment. Being handed out as a reward. That’s not something to be proud of.. it’s humiliating.”

Maria’s gaze hardened. “A woman should have the right to choose her life partner herself. Whoever she wants. However she wants. This tradition you shouldn’t accept it. You really shouldn’t.”

Sofia listened without interrupting, her expression calm, almost detached. When Maria finished, Sofia tilted her head slightly, blue eyes steady rather than offended.

“What exactly is there to be embarrassed about?” she asked evenly. “And as for becoming a prize.. that is how this tradition works. Whether you like it or not, it isn’t something you have the right to judge.”

She exhaled softly, then continued, her tone sharpening just enough to make her point unmistakable. “I’ve heard about how things are done among your people on land. Arranged marriages, for example.. where parents choose a spouse for their child? Or engagements decided when the children aren’t even five years old. If you ask me, that is far more embarrassing.”

Maria closed her lips suddenly..

“You talk about choosing your partner yourself,” Sofia went on. “But how effective is that, really? You only choose from the people around you. From the limited options placed in front of you. You don’t choose someone because they fulfill everything you need.. you just choose the best option out of all those options. Not because they’re perfect, but because they’re convenient.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Do you think most people travel the world to find the right person? No. They settle. Because they’re lazy, or afraid, or unwilling to challenge their circumstances.”

Her voice grew firmer, pride seeping into every word. “That, to me, is far more humiliating. My path is different. I am given the right to challenge destiny itself. And the one destined for me is given the same challenge. Anyone, from any corner of the world, can come here and compete. It isn’t limited to a small circle, a single city, or a handful of familiar faces.”

Sofia lifted her chin slightly. “And unlike many women who dream of finding a man stronger than themselves, or at least equal to them, I have no such expectations. From childhood, I accepted a simple truth: no man in this world would ever come close to what I am. Strength-wise or otherwise. There was never going to be someone ’worthy’ by ordinary standards.”

She paused, eyes distant for a fraction of a second before refocusing. “But I’m not naïve either. My mother taught me that no matter how strong you are, life without a partner is incomplete. Strength alone is meaningless. You never truly live without someone to share that life with.”

Her gaze hardened, conviction clear. “So this is what I chose. If someone is written into my destiny, they will come here and win. If not, then I remain alone and try next time. Simple as that.”

Silence followed her words.

Maria didn’t respond immediately. Her lips twitched, frustration still present, but now tangled with reluctant understanding. She didn’t like it but she couldn’t dismiss it either. Coming from a noble background herself, she understood how marriages worked beyond ideals. She knew about political unions, alliances forged through vows, marriages meant to cleanse reputations or consolidate power. Compared to all of that, Sofia’s path was… cleaner… Harsh, perhaps, but atleast honest.

Still, Maria shook her head slowly. “Even if your logic makes sense,” she said at last, quieter now, “it doesn’t mean it can’t go wrong. What if it doesn’t? What if the man who wins turns out to be cruel? selfish? just bad and dirty? Or nothing like what you need?” Her eyes searched Sofia’s face. “If you chose for yourself.. if you truly knew him you could avoid that.”

But

Sofia just shook her head lightly, a faint, knowing smile resting on her lips as she continued, her voice calm yet absolute, as if she were stating facts carved into the very bones of Atlantis itself. “It has never gone wrong,” she said. “Not even once.” Her eyes flickered briefly toward Maria, not challengingly, but with the quiet confidence of someone standing on centuries of proof. “This tradition isn’t something I invented. I am not the first to walk this path.”

She straightened slightly, her posture regal without effort. “Atlantis has existed for thousands upon thousands of years. In that time, countless princesses have been born far more than you could ever count. And yes, not all of them chose this tradition. Some didn’t trust it. Some married according to their own preferences, their own emotions or just their own judgments.” Her smile tilted, almost imperceptibly. “And that’s where the irony lies.”

“There were problems,” Sofia continued. “Many. Marriages chosen by preference failed. Trust broke. Power clashed. Regret followed.” Her gaze sharpened slightly. “But among those who chose the tradition? Not a single one. Not even one marriage chosen by this ritual has ever failed. That is why Atlantians trust it so deeply. Faith like that doesn’t come from belief.. it comes from results.”

She let the words settle, then added more softly, as if answering doubts Maria hadn’t spoken aloud, “And even if something were to go wrong… so what?” Her tone wasn’t dismissive; it was brutally practical. “Marriage isn’t the end of the world. If a woman marries the wrong man, she doesn’t lose her life.”

Maria frowned. “That’s not..”

“In Atlantis,” Sofia interrupted calmly, “a woman still has the right to marry more then one man. If she is capable enough, and if her husband proves incapable.. weak, useless, or unworthy then she may leave him also.” Her eyes darkened slightly, the sea itself seeming to echo behind them. “And if he is truly vile?” She shrugged. “Then just kill him.”

The words landed heavily.

Maria’s lips twitched, her expression confused. “That all is… allowed here?”

Sofia tilted her head, genuinely curious. “On land, it isn’t?” She looked almost amused. “In Atlantis, strength is respected. Those who are strong have the right to decide their own lives.” She gestured lazily to the side, pointing toward Arthur without even looking at him. “Take my brother, for example.”

Arthur stiffened.

“That bastard has three wives and over three hundred concubines,” Sofia said flatly, as if discussing the weather. “It’s normal. Strength grants privilege. If a partner is incapable, the stronger party decides their fate.”

Maria stared, visibly disturbed. “So you’re saying… you’d allow your husband to take other wives?”

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