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

Chapter 362: Gift For Friendship?

After the decision was made.. once it settled in his chest like a stone that would never be moved.. Razeal loosened his arms.

Slowly, deliberately, he broke the embrace.

His fangs slid free from Merisa’s neck, leaving behind two small puncture marks that were already beginning to close, the vampire regeneration working almost instantly. At the same time, he pressed a firm hand to her shoulder and guided her back, forcing her to release her own grip on him. Her mouth parted from his neck with visible reluctance, a thin sheen of blood still staining her lips. The taste lingered between them.. heavy, intoxicating and extremely suffocating.

Merisa nearly collapsed.

Her body trembled violently, no longer held together by will or pride, but by nothing more than instinct. The pleasure coursing through her veins was overwhelming, a dangerous, consuming intoxication that left her half-conscious half not.. her senses drowning in aftershocks of euphoria. Her legs barely remembered how to hold her weight as she floated weakly in place, eyes unfocused, pupils dilated, breath shallow and uneven.

For a brief, humiliating moment, she tried to reach for him again.

Her hand lifted, fingers trembling as they extended toward his chest, toward his neck.. toward more blood. Her lips parted, her throat working reflexively as if already swallowing, her body screaming for another taste. It wasn’t desire born of emotion. It was hunger. Raw, humiliating and uncontrollable.

Though.. Razeal didn’t allow it.

He caught her wrist mid-air and pushed it back down, his grip firm, unyielding. With the same motion, he steadied her upright, forcing her to face him, making sure she remained standing.. if only barely. She swayed, her body light and unbalanced, looking less like the terrifying head of the Virelan family and more like someone freshly drugged, stripped of control.

The first thing she did once she was steady was lick her lips.

Slowly. Instinctively.

Razeal watched in silence, crimson eyes unreadable. He understood immediately. His blood wasn’t just intoxicating.. it was devastating for a newly turned vampire, especially one of her level, it was closer to poison-sweet nectar than sustenance. Addicted in a single taste.. He guessed so

His jaw tightened, but his expression didn’t change.

“Leave,” he said flatly.

The word carried weight.

Shadows stirred around them, responding instantly to his will as the darkness folded inward, twisting and compressing until a small, warped doorway formed beside them.. an exit carved out of shadow itself. Beyond it lay the open water, the distant glow of the outside world barely visible.

Razeal turned his gaze back to Merisa, expectation clear in his eyes.

She hesitated.

Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but the moment her eyes met his, that crimson gaze cut through her hesitation like a blade. Authority pressed down on her bones, not violently, but absolutely. The command settled deep, undeniable.

“…Yes,” she said softly.

The word came out weaker than she intended.

Reluctantly, she turned and floated toward the shadowed exit. Her movements were slow, unsteady, her body still heavy with intoxication. Every instinct screamed at her to stay, to reach back, to drink again.. but she forced herself forward, clinging to what little control she had left.

“Wait.”

She was almost through the doorway when his voice stopped her.

“What was his name?”

Merisa froze mid-motion.

For a long moment, she didn’t turn around. She already knew who he meant. The name she had buried, avoided, erased from her life as thoroughly as she could. The man she had refused to acknowledge even existed. So much that she didn’t allow his kids to know his name.. Since the very childhood.

Slowly, she turned to face him.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and uncomfortable. The request confused her.. not because she didn’t understand, but because she didn’t understand why.

“Why do you ask?” she said instead, her voice carefully controlled.

Merisa didn’t answer him. Instead, she asked the question herself, unable to understand why he wanted to know now. She tried to act calm, even though moments ago she had just revealed the biggest misery of her life…her secret, her most traumatizing moment… her shame.

She stood straighter as she spoke, forcing composure back onto herself. Just moments ago, she had been broken open.. her deepest shame, her oldest wound dragged into the light. Now she wrapped herself back in armor, even if it was cracked and bleeding. She refused to let him see how much it still hurt her.

She acted as if it didn’t matter to her anymore.

But it did.

She just didn’t want to show that it still bothered her.

Razeal didn’t answer her question. He simply looked at her.. emotionless.

“Name,” he said again.

Merisa searched his face for something.. anger, curiosity, hatred but found nothing she could read. Finally, after a few seconds that felt far too long, she exhaled.

“Markeilous Virelan.”

The name tasted bitter as it left her mouth.

Even after all these years, fear and hatred flickered in her eyes as she spoke it, no matter how hard she tried to hide them. She didn’t linger. The moment the name was said, she turned away again, unwilling to look back at Razeal even once.

She doesn’t know why he want’s to know.. But what does it even matter now?

So without another word, she passed through the shadowed doorway and disappeared.

Razeal didn’t move just looking at her leaving back for some seconds.

The shadows responded to his will immediately, folding back in on themselves, sealing the warped exit as if it had never existed. Darkness flowed smoothly, reclaiming the space until the sphere was once again whole.. silent, sealed and empty.

Now, he was alone.

He floated there in the darkness, arms at his sides, eyes fixed on nothing. For several seconds, he didn’t breathe, didn’t move, didn’t think.. just existed in the quiet aftermath.

Then he exhaled.

A slow, tired breath.

“What a bother,” he muttered to the empty space.

His voice held no real irritation just exhaustion.

The events replayed in his mind whether he wanted them to or not. Her confession. Her fear, Her tears. The way her body had trembled when she resisted him. The way she had clung to him afterward, afraid to let go. The name he had just learned.

Markeilous Virelan.

His fingers twitched.

Razeal closed his eyes and brought a hand up to his face, pressing his fingers briefly against his brow as if trying to push the thoughts back where they belonged. But they didn’t go away. They never did.

He needed time.

He took a deep breath.

Not to mention… there was also something he wanted to do.

As thoughts began to race through his mind, sinking deeper and deeper as ge remained suspended in the darkness.. thinking don’t know what.

“Villey search for Markeilous Virelan in your system space data base. You know who I’m talking about.” Razeal suddenly asked

And villay paused.

For the first time in a while, the system didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, a pause lingered.. long enough to be noticeable.

[For what? What do you want to do?]

The question wasn’t neutral. There was something probing in Villey’s tone, something that crossed the thin line between assistance and interference.

Razeal’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“For whatever reason,” he replied coldly. “That’s none of your concern.” A brief pause, then sharper: “Just do what I tell you. And stop trying to interfere with my choices.”

Silence again.

“Find him,” Razeal continued, his voice steady, dangerous in its restraint. “And send me to system space. I want… to spend some time with him.”

There was no hesitation in his words. No doubt.

Razeal was certain.

If Markeilous Virelan truly was what Merisa had said.. then he would exist in there.. Right? Afterall the system space was a graveyard of villains pulled from countless realities, a place where the worst of existence was archived, contained, observed.

If Markeilous belonged anywhere, it should be there.

Villey didn’t respond for several seconds.

Then

[Fine.]

The reply was short. Uncharacteristically so.

Before Razeal could say anything else, his perception collapsed inward. The world around him folded like a closing eye, his consciousness ripped free from his body and dragged downward through layers of unseen systems, data, and fractured realities as withing fraction of second.. Darkness swallowed him.

[Welcome, Host, to the SSS-Rank Valley of Villey.]

[Villain Title: A Gentle Monster (Rank: SSS– / Supreme)

Razeal opened his eyes.

His face didn’t change as he read the words. No reaction or surprise. He was used to it now.. He simply let the text fade as his gaze lifted, taking in his surroundings.

He stood in a world that looked like it had been painted by a god with a fondness for calm beauty.

The land was beautiful.

The ground beneath his feet was covered in soft, purple grass that shimmered faintly, as if absorbing light rather than reflecting it. The sky above was pale.. lavender fading into silver stretching endlessly without sun or moon. A gentle breeze moved through the valley, lifting strands of Razeal’s long silver hair, carrying with it a quiet stillness that felt almost unreal.

Everything here was serene.

Too serene.

At the center of the landscape stood a single tree.. tall, ancient, its bark dark and smooth, its leaves a deep royal purple that glimmered faintly as they swayed. It looked like something out of a dream, elegant and calm, untouched by decay or violence.

But still razeal didn’t care.

His attention was fixed elsewhere.

On the man.. Who was sitting on one of the thick branch.

The figure leaned back against the trunk casually, one leg bent, the other hanging loose. His eyes were closed, his posture relaxed, as though he were simply resting beneath the tree rather than imprisoned in one of the most secure spaces in existence.

He looked…very peaceful.

The man appeared to be in his early thirties. His hair was long and deep purple, falling loosely around his face and down his shoulders. His features were striking.. handsome in a refined, almost gentle way. Even at rest, there was something warm about him, something approachable.

Nothing about him looked monstrous or vilionous id anything he looked like a person escaped from some romantic novels mc.

Razeal stood there, silent.

No hatred surged, No rage flared, No satisfaction came.. just nothing

Even though he was looking at his dead father for first time. With no feelings in His heart.

Razeal simply stared.

The man on the branch seemed to sense it.

As slowly, his eyes opened.

They were the same shade as his hair.. deep, clear purple, calm and strangely kind. He turned his head slightly, blinking as his focus adjusted, until his eyes settled on Razeal.

Confusion flickered across his face.

Then his mouth opened.

“Fucking Cunt.. finally,” he said loudly. “Someone came here.”

The gentleness shattered instantly.

“And I thought I was the only poor bastard locked in this forsaken, shitty place,” he continued, his tone irritated, vulgar, and completely unbothered by decorum.

Razeal didn’t move.

Markeilous didn’t seem to care either.

In the next instant, he vanished from the tree, reappearing beside Razeal with a faint ripple in the air. He directly leaned in close, invading his space without hesitation, one hand stroking his chin thoughtfully as he examined him from head to toe.

“Boy,” he said quickly, eyes sharp with curiosity, “who are you? How did you get in here?”

He circled Razeal once, fast and restless.

“Did that crazy woman kill you too?” he asked. “Wait… since when are you locked in here? Were you always trapped in this small world?” Another step. Another glance. “No.. that cant be.. I’ve searched everywhere and never found anyone else.”

He stopped in front of Razeal again, eyes bright with something dangerously close to hope.

“How did you get in?” he demanded. “Do you know a way out?”

The questions poured out one after another, frantic beneath the casual profanity. Beneath the irritation was something raw.. loneliness, desperation, the wear of isolation stretching over years that refused to end.

Razeal said nothing.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t react.

He stood there, silent and unmoving, as though the man in front of him didn’t exist at all.

Markeilous finally noticed.

“…Hey,” he muttered, tilting his head. “You deaf or something?”

Still nothing.

Razeal though.. just completely ignored him. He acted as if the man didn’t exist at all

And he actually continued to ignore him as gis attention had already shifted elsewhere.

With a thought, he summoned the translucent stream chat panel in front of him.

The soft glow of the interface reflected faintly in his crimson eyes as his focus narrowed, sharp and deliberate.

Hey, he sent calmly through his mind, his words appearing in the chat without emotion.

“Does anyone have a skill, ability or any artifact.. anything with which I can ask questions and the other party cannot lie? Or at least something that lets me know whether they’re telling the truth or not. If you have it, lend it to me.”

Obviously, he wouldn’t make the same mistake as others. After all, he wouldn’t trust a woman’s word blindly. It’s far too easy for someone to lie and accuse another person. He would be learning nothing from his past if he simply believed her words.. ’That guy.. he raped me’ Its too easy to say.. And even if the system vouched for it.

Razeal doesn’t believe it.. The system had lied many times to gim before before anyways so there is no reason for him to trust it now. That’s why he came himself ..to find the answer, to know whether it’s true or not. And he will get that answer, whether the person is alive to respond or not.

As for why he’s doing this.. he doesn’t know. Does he think the person is guilty? Not yet. And what does he want from all this? He doesn’t know that either. He just felt compelled to do it.

And if what she said turns out to be a lie? if she falsely accused an innocent person, someone already dead for no reason at all?

He doesn’t know what he would do then either. As for now he’s only here to make things clear for himself

Degenerated Bastard: Nako nako… nah, nope. Absolutely Nope.. Why would I even have something like that?

Zara: “…”

Zenocide: I have flowers with special intoxicating properties. Under their influence, one cannot lie. Truth spills out whether they want it or not.

Ancestor Xue: Why should we help you? Who do you think you are?

Vampire Progenitor: There are vampire skills for this. I can teach you one. But you’ll need to earn it. How about turning ten thousand humans into vampires and building your own empire first? Make me happy.

Lily: Hmmmmmm.

The Greatest Collector: I possess several extremely rare items. But nothing is free. Take me out of this place, and we can maybe discuss a trade.

Razeal’s gaze moved over the messages slowly, expression unreadable.

As expected.

No one here gave without taking. These were villains.. tyrants, monsters, kings, and horrors afterall.. In this system space for some reason. Every offer came with conditions attached

He wasn’t surprised.

He was already considering which price was worth paying, calculating outcomes, weighing consequences. He had very time now anyway. So he started thinking..

But before he could reply..

A new message appeared.

Lucifer: I’ll give you something far better than all of that. How about extending a hand of friendship with this king?

[Congratulations, Host Villain: Lucifer – King of Hell (Rank: SSS++) Has gifted you an Authority. (Authority Rank: SSS+….

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