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

Nyssa felt it before she fully processed it the shift in the air, the quiet absence where overwhelming presences had just been moments ago. One by one, the auras of the Great Saints disappeared from around the chamber, not suppressed, not hidden, but simply… gone, as if they had already moved far beyond the capital in the blink of an eye. Her gaze sharpened immediately, snapping back to Razeal’s retreating figure.

“You’re going to leave ten Great Saints in the capital?” she asked, her voice no longer composed in the same way as before, but edged with genuine disbelief. “Your strongest strength… and you’re heading to the battlefield like this?” Her brows drew together, confusion and calculation mixing in her expression as she took an involuntary step forward. “What exactly are you planning to fight with then?”

Razeal stopped, just slightly, enough for his shoulder to angle back toward them. Then he turned his head, his expression almost indifferent, as if the question itself carried a flawed premise.

“Who said those saints were my strongest strength in the first place?” he replied, shaking his head faintly, almost dismissively, as though their conclusion had been too shallow to even take seriously.

The effect of those words was immediate. Silence didn’t just return it deepened. All the lords exchanged looks, slow and heavy, their expressions tightening as the implication settled in. Their thoughts didn’t align neatly, but they all moved in the same direction. The feats tied to this man were already beyond reason.

Not to say.. A boy sixteen at most standing at the level of a Great Saint, something that even the Imperial Empress herself had not achieved at that age. It wasn’t just rare. It was unnatural. Their logic resisted it, their instincts rejected it, yet the evidence stood right in front of them, breathing, speaking, acting as if such impossibilities were routine.

What kind of existence even produces something like this?

Even divine blessings, even the so-called offserings of gods, shouldn’t create something so fundamentally inconsistent with the structure of power they understood.. Right?And here he is

Even his record, his survival, his actions none of it could be dismissed as rumor anymore. Not when he stood here even commanding ten peak Great Saints as subordinates.

Which only made the next thought worse.

If those ten… aren’t his strongest strength… then what is?

Their minds moved through possibilities they didn’t want to entertain. Hidden forces? Unknown alliances? Some more Guards? Or..

or was he referring to himself?

That thought lingered longer than it should have. No one voiced it. No one wanted to. Because if that were true… then everything they had already considered dangerous would need to be redefined entirely.

Nyssa held her composure better than most, but even she felt the weight of it. Her fingers tightened slightly at her side before she steadied herself. This wasn’t the time to spiral into speculation. Whatever he was, whatever he had that would reveal itself soon enough. Right now, the war mattered. The kingdom mattered.

“Then allow us to come with you,” she said at last, her tone regaining its structure, though not its earlier ease. She exchanged a brief glance with Kael, who gave a subtle nod, before turning back to Razeal. “We can assist in the battle.”

Razeal didn’t hesitate. “That won’t be needed.”

The rejection came clean, immediate, and without any attempt to soften it.

The implication wasn’t lost on anyone.

They understood what he meant.. even if he didn’t say it outright. In his eyes, they would only get in the way. At best, they would slow him down. At worst, they would become liabilities.

A flicker of irritation passed through Kael’s expression, his pride reacting instinctively, but he forced it down. The others did the same. They had already crossed the line where pride could dictate their decisions. Still, the sting remained. No one of their standing was used to being dismissed so… casually.

Nyssa studied him for a moment longer before speaking again, adjusting her approach. “Then at least allow us to observe,” she said, her voice calmer now, measured. “This would be the best opportunity for us to understand your capabilities… directly. With our own eyes.”

There was a brief pause.

Razeal actually considered it this time. Not long.. just a moment but enough to show that the request wasn’t entirely pointless to him. Then he gave a small nod.

“Alright. That can be allowed.”

The agreement, simple as it was, eased the tension in the room more than anything else had so far. Several of the lords exhaled quietly, shoulders loosening just slightly. It wasn’t trust not yet but it was something they could work with.

In truth, their concern ran deeper than simple curiosity. The stories they had heard about him weren’t just about strength they were about temperament. About decisions made without hesitation, about actions that ignored conventional limits, about a mindset that didn’t always distinguish between acceptable loss and necessary outcome.

An arrogant, brutal, calculating individual someone who would do whatever it took to achieve his objective.

And worse someone who didn’t seem to value his own life properly.

There were reports uncertain, exaggerated perhaps, but consistent enough to matter that he had taken actions in the arena that bordered on suicide, gambles so reckless that no sane person would consider them. And yet, he had survived every time.

That was exactly what worried them.

Because if he stepped onto the battlefield with that same mindset…

Would he care who else gets caught in it?

Would he prioritize victory over preservation? Would he destroy the enemy… along with their own forces? Their cities? Their people?

They couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not when the kingdom already stood on the edge.

So yes.. this wasn’t just about witnessing his strength. It was about control. About understanding what kind of force they had just placed their hope on. About ensuring that the solution they were accepting wouldn’t become another form of destruction.

And Razeal?

He seemed completely indifferent to those concerns.

To him, allowing them to come wasn’t a concession it simply didn’t matter. Whether they watched or not, whether they understood or not, the outcome he intended wouldn’t change.

“I shall come with you two as well.”

Grace’s voice suddenly came from the side, steady but firm enough to shift everyone’s attention toward her.

Both Kael and Nyssa reacted immediately. “No, Your Majesty..”

“That cannot be allowed.”

“I am still the queen,” Grace cut them off before either could continue, her tone calm but decisive. Her posture straightened slightly, forcing herself to hold their gaze without wavering. “And I shall go. The people deserve at least that much. Me staying here will do nothing anymore.”

Kael’s brows tightened. “That’s not the point.. your safety”

“No.”

The word was quiet, but final.

“I will be coming with you.”

Silence followed, not out of agreement, but because they understood what she meant. Before, she would never have been allowed near a battlefield. A ruler had to be safeguarded against accidents, against assassination, against the chaos of war. The existence of the ruler itself was part of the kingdom’s stability. But now… the war itself threatened to erase the kingdom entirely.

If everything is about to be lost… what difference does my safety even make?

That thought had already settled in her mind.

And there was something else also. A small, uncertain possibility which she couldn’t ignore. If she stood on the front line… if she could somehow reach the head of the Rock family… maybe she could speak to him. Maybe she could reduce whatever anger had brought this war upon them. Maybe.. just maybe she could stop it.

She didn’t know if that would work. She didn’t even believe it likely would.

But she had to try.

Her gaze shifted to Razeal. “Please… take me with you.”

There was a faint restraint in her expression. Because despite everything, she didn’t like him. The rumors about him weren’t something she could dismiss easily. The kind of man he was said to be..

Her instincts rejected it. Quietly. But she suppressed it.

The kingdom came first for now.

And If he could save it, then everything else could be overlooked. Besides… from what she had heard, whatever he had done, he had already paid for it.

Razeal looked at her eyes for a moment, then simply shrugged.

It made no difference to him.

He no longer cared how many people followed him now.

His attention shifted. “You guys?” he asked, looking at Sofia and Maria.

“What do you mean?” Sofia replied immediately, catching the look in his eyes. “Of course I’m coming. Don’t look at me like I’ll stay here.” She exhaled lightly, a faint confidence returning to her expression. “I’ve already gotten used to this environment. I’m sure I can bring out around twenty percent of my usual strength now.”

Maria glanced at her, a slight edge in her tone. “Is it really that hard to adapt? It didn’t bother me much when I had to fight in water.”

Sofia’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s because you were born with high affinity for it,” she replied flatly. “You’ve always trained in it. Try stepping out of your element first… Then Talk. Compared to what youll be.. I’m doing just fine.”

Then her gaze sharpened further.

“And honestly, you should just stay here in the castle,” she continued. “Far away from any battlefield. As.. What are you even going to do there?”

Maria’s gaze lifted fully now.

“As far as I know,” Sofia went on, “you’ve been useless for few days. Struggling just to adapt to powers which you received for nothing.”

A brief pause.

“Weakling.”

Maria’s eyes twitched.

The words landed harder than she let it show.

As even words were painfully difficult for her. It was true she couldn’t use any power for a few days, but that was normal. She had, after all, literally embroidered a law of the cosmos as a mortal. Anyone would need time to recover, right?

But that didn’t make her weak.. Right?

That wasn’t something anyone could simply adapt to overnight. It required time control, understanding, alignment.

And she could already feel it.

Something growing within her. Settling, shaping itself into something far greater than what she had before.

She didn’t respond.

There was no need to.

Because once that process was complete…

This wouldn’t even be a discussion anymore.

“You don’t need to concern yourself with that,” Maria replied sharply, her eyes turning cold as they settled on Sofia.

There was no attempt to hide the hostility this time. First, this woman had married Razeal, and now she had the audacity to speak to her like that? The thought alone made something tighten in Maria’s chest.

Fine… she told herself, forcing it down for now. The moment I regain full control… the first thing I’ll do is wipe that expression off her face. The thought wasn’t loud, but it was firm something she had already decided. Still, she didn’t linger on it. This wasn’t the time to waste on petty clashes.

“I’ll come, of course,” she added, turning her gaze toward Razeal. Her tone steadied, but there was something absolute in it. “Wherever you are… I’ll be there.” It wasn’t a request, and it wasn’t something she intended to negotiate.

“I will too,” Nancy spoke from the side, more composed but just as certain. Staying behind wasn’t even a real option in her mind she is always in danger from that acursed fate or whatver world destiny shit.. and only Razeal seems to know the way..

Not to say no faction would dare target her after knowing who she was, and even if someone tried, she wasn’t helpless on her own. She was strong more than capable of protecting herself. Now that she was fully healed, she could finally use her strength without restraint. There was no reason for her to fear and sit back hiding.. As she cant even follow someone.

Razeal simply nodded, accepting it without comment, and shifted his attention toward the remaining council members. His gaze settled on Lord Thale and Lord Dorn.

“We’ll be leaving,” he said, his tone direct, already moving past the discussion. “In the meantime, you two will handle the capital.” There was no hesitation in the way he spoke it sounded less like a suggestion and more like a settled decision.

“My guards will manage things, but assist them if they come to you. And the list my guard will ask for.. prepare it properly.” His eyes lingered on Maeron Thale for a moment longer. “I expect you to be professional. Don’t play games with me.”

Maeron met his gaze and gave a short nod. There was no resistance in him now, only a quiet acceptance of the situation.

“And take care of my other team members,” Razeal added, still looking at him. “Inform them about my departure. You can rely on them as well if anything comes up.”

“I’ll handle it,” Maeron replied. There was a subtle shift in his tone less authority than before, more compliance.

For a brief moment, even he was aware of it. It almost felt like he was responding to a superior, not an equal. But he didn’t resist the thought. This was wartime. Formalities didn’t matter. Efficiency did. And truthfully, he would have done the same regardless of being told.

Razeal didn’t waste any more time on discussion. He turned to Nyssa instead. “Direction. Distance. The most active front.”

Nyssa answered without delay, giving him clear details. “North. The northernmost city.. 34-40 kilometers around to that distance.. That’s where the pressure is highest.” She pointed to one certain direction even though little confused.

He nodded once.

That was enough.

Without another word, the shadow beneath them shifted.

At first, it was subtle a faint ripple across the stone floor. Then it deepened, spreading outward in a widening circle, swallowing the light around it. The edges darkened unnaturally, as if the ground itself was opening into something deeper.

The council members instinctively stilled.

The shadow expanded into a perfect circle.

Silence settled over the chamber.

They had never seen anything like it.

Not a spell. Not a formation. Not any known method of movement.

Even as Great Saints, this… was unfamiliar.

Strange and Unsettling.

Razeal didn’t pause to explain. He simply glanced once at the others.. a brief signal and stepped forward. His figure sank into the darkness as if it were liquid, vanishing without resistance.

Gone.

Dorn stepped closer almost immediately, unable to hide his curiosity. “What… is that?” he muttered, leaning slightly toward the edge of the shadow. His mind was already moving, racing through possibilities. Transport? Instant travel? Resource movement? Trade routes the implications stacked rapidly, each more valuable than the last. The practical applications alone were… absurd.

Though no one answered him.

Maria stepped forward without hesitation and entered the shadow as well, her form disappearing just as easily. Sofia followed right after, unfazed, as if this was already something familiar to both. Nancy came next as this was only her second time, but the fascination hadn’t faded. Even as she stepped in, her eyes lingered on the edges of the portal, trying to understand something that clearly refused to be understood.

After a brief pause, Grace moved.

There was a flicker of hesitation, but it didn’t last. She stepped forward and entered.

Nyssa watched for a moment longer, then followed, her expression steady but thoughtful. Kael came last, slower than the rest, his gaze still sharp as he approached the shadow. For all his experience, for all his battles… this was something entirely outside his understanding.

He stepped in anyway.

And just like that, the chamber fell silent again.

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After that~

They appeared in the middle of a burning city the Silver Shield City..

And for a brief second, no one moved. The ground beneath their feet was cracked and uneven, the main road buried under debris and dust. The air itself felt heavy, thick with smoke and ash, carrying the sharp smell of burning stone and blood.

Around them, everything was in ruins. Buildings had collapsed into heaps of rubble, streets were barely recognizable, and people were running in every direction without order some screaming, some calling names, some just trying to get away.

The sound came next. Explosions, distant but constant. The crash of stone hitting ground. The sharp, panicked cries of civilians. Orders shouted by soldiers trying to hold whatever line was left. It wasn’t a battlefield in the usual sense. There were no visible enemy soldiers in front of them. No formations. No clear front line. Just chaos.

Soldiers and civilians moved past them in a rush. Some carried wounded soldiers on their shoulders, blood dripping onto the broken road. Others dragged injured civilians, trying to get them somewhere safer though it wasn’t clear where “safe” even was anymore. Some civilians had joined in, helping however they could, lifting debris, pulling people out, guiding the injured away. It didn’t matter who was who anymore. Everyone was just trying to survive.

And above it all death kept falling.

From the sky, massive boulders rained down in relentless waves. Not random, not scattered. Deliberate. Entire sections of the city were being crushed under sheer weight. Houses, streets, people everything beneath those strikes was erased without distinction. The attackers weren’t aiming for soldiers alone. They weren’t even trying to engage properly.

They were simply destroying the city.

Razeal lifted his gaze.

High above, barely visible through the haze, shapes moved flying creatures circling far in the sky. Too high for normal counterattacks. From that height, they dropped the boulders with precision, turning the city into a killing field without ever stepping into it.

No enemy in sight. Just the result.

It was devastation.

Sofia’s expression hardened as she took in the scene, her eyes moving across the bodies scattered along the road men, women, old people, children. Some crushed under debris, some lying where they had fallen, some still barely moving but clearly beyond help.

“Disgusting methords,” she muttered under her breath, her voice low but sharp. This wasn’t war. This was slaughter without even the pretense of a fight.

Nancy didn’t last long. The moment her eyes lingered too long on one of the bodies a small child half-buried under shattered stone she turned away and vomited to the side, her shoulders trembling as she tried to steady herself. Even for someone like her, used to conflict, this was different. There was no structure here. No meaning to the deaths. Just indiscriminate destruction.

Grace stood frozen.

For the first time her to see something like this. Her face went pale, her eyes wide as she tried to process what she was seeing. She had seen blood before duels, executions, controlled violence within palace walls but this… this was something else entirely. This was scale. This was helplessness. This was watching a city die in real time. Her fingers tightened unconsciously at her sides, her breathing uneven as the reality settled in. This… is her kingdom…?

Kael didn’t hesitate even for fraction of seconds.

The moment he understood what was happening, his expression twisted with anger. His jaw tightened, teeth grinding as he looked up at the sky. Without a word, he pushed off the ground and shot upward, his body cutting through the air as he moved to intercept the falling boulders. One after another, he struck them mid-air kicks and blows shattering or deflecting them before they could reach the city below. It wasn’t enough to stop everything, but it was something. And right now, that was all he could do.

Nyssa closed her eyes briefly.

Just for a moment.

Then she exhaled slowly, the weight of the situation settling heavily in her chest. This was exactly what she had feared and worse. The reports they had received didn’t match this at all. The last confirmed information had placed the enemy at the fortress lines, still engaged with defensive forces. That had been manageable. Predictable. They had believed one Great Saint at this border would be enough to hold the line while they prepared further reinforcements if needed.

But this?

This wasn’t a gradual advance.

This was a collapse.

If the attack had already reached this deep into the city, then the fortress had fallen. There was no other explanation. And if the fortress had fallen this quickly… how many had died there? How many soldiers had been wiped out before anyone could even react?

Her thoughts tightened. We miscalculated… Not just in scale, but in speed. There had been no warning of an army moving this fast, no intelligence suggesting an assault of this intensity.

But the attack reaching this deep into the city…? that alone was enough to tell her how bad things had become. Nyssa clenched her hand tightly, the tension running up her arm before she forced herself to release it. She steadied her breathing, pushing the surge of anger and regret back down. They had been careless there was no point denying it now. But standing here and thinking about it wouldn’t change anything. What mattered was what they did next.

They needed to act. Fast, and without mistakes.

No more unnecessary casualties.

Her gaze shifted immediately toward Razeal. Whatever he intended to do, this was the moment for it. If he truly had the confidence he showed earlier, then it should reflect here.

But she paused.

He wasn’t moving?

He stood there, completely still, as if everything around him the falling boulders, the chaos, the screams had been pushed out of focus. His eyes were fixed somewhere ahead.

Nyssa followed his line of sight.

At a distance, partly buried under the remains of a collapsed house, a man lay on the ground. His body was broken badly too badly. Even from here, it was clear he didn’t have much time left. Blood had soaked through what remained of his clothes, pooling beneath him.

Beside him, a child knelt.

Seven, maybe eight years old. Small hands gripping at the man’s torn clothing, shoulders shaking as he cried.

“Father… don’t leave me…” the boy sobbed, his voice breaking under the weight of it.

The man coughed weakly, forcing his eyes open. “No… you are strong, son… don’t cry…” His voice was rough, strained, but he forced it out anyway. “This is not the time for crying… look at me…”

He tried to lift his head, but barely managed. His stomach was crushed in there was no saving him. Still, his eyes held a sharp, stubborn clarity as they fixed on his son. He wasn’t thinking about himself anymore. He was thinking about what came after.

“Your mother is gone… and I won’t be there much longer either…” he continued, breath uneven, but his tone hard. “You have to take care of yourself… alright? You hear me?”

The boy nodded quickly through tears. “I will… I will, father…”

“Promise me…” the man’s hand, slick with blood, gripped the boy’s arm with what strength he had left. His eyes sharpened further, almost desperate now. “You will remember this moment… this pain… what someone took from you…”

He coughed again, blood spilling from his mouth, but he didn’t stop.

“Someone attacked us… you will have to take revenge for us… for this pain…” His voice grew harsher, more forceful despite his failing body. “Will you…?”

“Father… don’t go… please don’t leave me…” the boy cried harder, shaking his head. That was all he could think about. Not revenge. Not anything else. Just that the one person he had left was slipping away.

“Listen to me!” the man forced out, his grip tightening despite how little strength he had. “I said revenge… those who attacked… the country…” His words broke, but the intent didn’t. “Kill them… burn them… everyone…” His voice cracked under the strain. “You have to promise me…”

He didn’t want to say it. That much was clear even through the pain in his face. But he said it anyway.

Because he believed the boy wouldn’t survive without something to hold onto.

The boy hesitated, his breathing uneven, his small frame trembling. “I… I…”

But then he looked at his father’s eyes.

And something shifted.

The fear didn’t disappear but something else layered over it. Anger. Pain. Confusion turning into something harder.

“…I will…” the boy said, his voice shaking but no longer breaking the same way. “I will, father…”

The man’s grip loosened slightly.

“I will burn the kingdom… to ashes… the one that attacked us…” the boy continued, wiping his tears with a dirty sleeve, smearing blood across his face without noticing. “I promise… I will cut them all down… until no one is left… Whatever you say..”

His eyes had changed.

The tears were still there but behind them, something else had taken root.

Raw, unfiltered hatred.

“I promise…” he repeated, quieter now, but steadier.

Razeal stood there, watching.

He didn’t move. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t react outwardly at all.

Around him, the city continued to fall apart boulders crashing down, people shouting, the sound of destruction echoing from every direction.

But his attention remained on that single scene.

Calm. Silent.

As if everything else could wait.

Nyssa kept her eyes on Razeal, trying to understand what exactly he was seeing in that moment, but there was nothing on his face she could read no anger, no urgency, not even the usual indifference she had come to expect. Just stillness. It made her hesitate. Is this his first time seeing something like this? she wondered briefly. Even she felt the weight of the scene the destruction, the loss.. but she had learned long ago that freezing in moments like this only made things worse. You acted, or people died. It was that simple.

She let out a quiet breath and stepped closer, intending to snap him out of it. A light shake, maybe a word.. anything to bring him back to the present.

But.. Her hand didn’t reach him.

He was already gone.

No motion, no warning. One moment he stood beside her, the next there was only empty space where he had been.

Even she didn’t see any movement.. Her pupils trembled..

Above the broken street, right where the man and his son were, a massive boulder was descending easily fifteen feet wide, casting a heavy shadow over them. It was seconds from impact.

Razeal appeared directly above them, positioned between the falling boulder and the two below, his body steady in midair. There was no rush in his movement, no wasted effort. Just precise placement.

As the boulder closed in, he lifted his hand and struck it with the back of it.

The motion was light. Almost casual.

But the ..result wasn’t.

The moment his hand made contact, the boulder vanished. Not shattered, not cracked gone entirely, as if it had never existed.

A beat later, the force caught up.

A sharp wave of wind burst outward from the point of contact, pushing dust and loose debris aside, the air snapping in the direction of his strike.

Below, the father and son flinched instinctively, bracing for an impact that never came.

They looked up.

A figure in dark crimson suit stood there, just behind the boy, as if he had always been there. The suddenness of it left them stunned, unable to even process how fast he had appeared.

Razeal didn’t look at the man. His gaze settled on the child.

His expression looking expressionless as always..

“Chill, kiddo.”

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Yooo guys, I’ve been trying to change my writing style these days, so I’ve missed a few days.. Sorry for that.

How is it today, y’all? I tried to make it really different by cutting down on overexpression and emotional stuff even removing things like “he said,” or “he thought,” and similar lines.

I’m still learning to do that, and honestly, it feels a bit weird. But yeah… just let me know if it’s better than before. I really need to know if I’m improving or going downhill.

Alsoo dont forget to give powerstones and golden tickets. Thanks For reading.. Love ya all..

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