I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 365: Fight Supreme

While.. Markeilous didn’t hesitate. He didn’t even seem to process the question in a human way.

The moment Razeal’s words finished leaving his mouth, Markeilous’s lips parted and the answer came out clean, immediate, stripped of hesitation, as if spoken to a being far above him.

"Yes, my lord," he said, his voice rigid, flat, reverent. "I did."

His head lowered further, shoulders stiff as if bowing before an unseen throne.

"I raped Merisa Virelan," he continued, the words leaving him without emotion, without resistance. "With the help of the family elders."

The instant the sentence was complete, the pressure vanished.

The dread evaporated as if it had never existed.

Markeilous gasped sharply, sucking in air as though he had been drowning and only just broken the surface. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breath uneven, sweat dripping from his chin. Relief.. raw and physical flooded through him, so intense it almost made his knees buckle.

But he didn’t move.

He didn’t dare atleast.

He stayed exactly where he was, standing straight, eyes lowered, posture obedient. Like a well-mannered child who had just survived the anger of a terrifying teacher. He didn’t look at Razeal not because he couldn’t, but because some instinct deep in his being screamed that doing so would be a mistake.

He had never felt anything like that fear.

Not in life.

Not even when he thought he was death.

The strength behind that single question was so vast it had crushed him without effort, bypassing pride, ego, and resistance as if they had never existed. Whatever this being was.. this boy it was something Markeilous could not afford to offend.

Razeal heard the words.

And for a moment, he did nothing.

He closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath, forcing air into his lungs as if grounding himself. ’So she hadn’t lied haa?’

So that’s it, he thought.

And yet.. even as he tried to convince himself that this confirmation was all he had come for, something violent stirred inside him. Something sharp and feral clawed at the edges of his chest, spreading heat through his veins.

His hands clenched slowly at his sides.

No matter how broken his relationship with her was.. no matter how deeply he resented her, no matter how much he tried to deny it? she was still the woman who had given birth to him at last. Still the source of his blood.

And the man standing in front of him had violated her.

For decades? Maybe things she didn’t told him?

Razeal’s jaw tightened.

He tried to suppress it. Tried to bury it beneath reason, beneath detachment, beneath the numbness he had learned to live with?

But.. It didn’t work.

His hands trembled, fingers digging into his palms as rage unlike anything he had ever felt surged upward, raw and uncontrollable. This wasn’t anger born of insult or humiliation.

This was instinct.

The kind that demanded blood.

He opened his eyes.. as also took a light breath trying to calm himself down.

"How many people did you rape?" Razeal asked.

His voice was still calm controlled.. And almost gentle.

But the air around him had changed.

The same dreadful presence returned instantly around Markeilous’s.

His spine snapped straight, muscles locking as if pulled by invisible strings. Sweat poured down his face anew, soaking his hair, dripping onto the ground. His mind raced violently, thoughts scattering as panic clawed at him.

Count.

Count fast.. Don’t be wrong.

His brain worked at terrifying speed, numbers flashing, memories blurring together as he counted again and again, terrified of making a mistake.

"Seven hundred and sixty-three, my lord!" he shouted, the words tearing from his throat. "Seven hundred and sixty-three!"

The pressure vanished again.

Markeilous nearly collapsed as he sucked in air, lungs burning, heart hammering like it was trying to escape his chest. He didn’t care what he had just admitted. He didn’t care how monstrous the truth was.

All that mattered was that the fear was gone.

Razeal stood motionless.

Seven hundred and sixty-three.

Not dozens or a hundred?

But

Razeal somehow managed to keep his calm as he heard those words.. words that had destroyed hundreds of lives. If not directly, then by leading to the destruction of families, spreading terror, and influencing countless others. That single moment alone could have ruined thousands of lives.

Razeal felt something inside him go cold.

"Why?" he asked.

This time, his eyes.. Crimson light bled into his pupils sharp and dangerous..

Markeilous didn’t even notice.

The authority descended again, crushing, unavoidable.

"Because I liked it!" he yelled instantly, terror driving the words out before thought could intervene.

And just like before, the fear disappeared.

He gulped air greedily, shaking, drenched in sweat, eyes unfocused from the repeated assault on his soul.

Razeal stared at him.

Slowly, deliberately, he shook his head.

"Liked it?" he repeated quietly.

Whatever fragile remnants of expectation, curiosity, or conflicted emotion had lingered inside him were extinguished completely. There was nothing left to salvage. Nothing left to question.

This wasn’t a complicated man shaped by circumstance.

This was a monster.

A monster who had hidden behind nobility, bloodline, and authority. A monster who had destroyed hundreds of lives and felt no shame.. only preference.

Razeal felt something twist inside his chest, not rage this time, but something heavier..Dirtier.

Disgust?

A suffocating, soul-deep disgust that seemed to seep into his bones.

He felt dirty just standing there.

It seemed fitting, in a cruel way. Both of his parents.. each a different kind of disappointment after end of everything.

A mother broken by fear, trauma, and weakness.. who had failed him in ways she could never undo.. too broken by fear and trauma to understand her child as choosing control and punishment instead of trust? While the other...was a monster wearing a man’s skin.

Razeal felt a strange, bitter pity for himself.

Not self-hatred or despair.

But just the quiet realization that from the very beginning.. before he had even been born his life had been steeped in filth he never chose.

He exhaled slowly.

After all, none of it had truly been his fault. It was simply his misfortune the same terrible luck that seemed to follow him from even before he was born.

Though he was still violently disgusted, the urge to do something.. anything burned inside him. Yet he simply stood there calmly, closing his eyes and doing nothing.

For a few seconds, there was only silence.

Markeilous watched him with a wary expression, genuinely wondering what was happening. Before he could think further, the shadow tentacles surrounding Razeal suddenly extended and attacked him with lightning speed.

The tentacles of darkness that had coiled idly around Razeal’s feet snapped forward like predators unleashed. They tore through the air with lightning speed, sharp, fluid, alive.. aimed directly at Markeilous.

"Umm?!" Markeilous though reacted just as fast.

As his body blurred as he twisted away, narrowly avoiding the first strike. The shadow passed where his torso had been a heartbeat earlier, slicing through empty space. He leapt back, then sideways, then back again, movements crisp and efficient, honed by combat experience.. The level which not many can dream of to achieve.

But the shadows did not stop.

They multiplied.

They stretched, split, curved, adapting to his movements as if learning in real time. Wherever he moved, they followed.. relentless, predatory, silent except for the faint whisper they left as they cut through the air.

"SIR, WHYYY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME?!" Markeilous shouted as he dodged again easy for him but still deep frowm on his face.. as extremely cautious with this person. "I DIDN’T OFFEND YOU! IF THERE IS ANYTHING.. ANYTHING AT ALL PLEASE, GIVE ME A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN!"

Even as panic crept into his voice, he forced respect into his tone. He bowed slightly mid-movement, even while retreating, instinctively treating Razeal as a superior whose wrath could not be challenged.

Hearing his words, Razeal opened his eyes. A sudden surge of power burst from his body without warning.

In that instant, something shifted.

’A Saint-of-Saint rank of strength?’ As Razeal released only a wisp of his aura, Markeilous sensed it and frowned. ’Is this senior trying to hide his strength... or not? And why the hell is he attacking me?’ he wondered, genuinely confused.

But Razeal did not stop.

Manipulating his shadows, he narrowed his eyes while watching Markeilous jump and dodge from place to place. Suddenly, Razeal’s eye twitched. A shadow burst out directly from beneath Markeilous’s feet .. from his own shadow striking from behind.

The darkness rose like a spear from Markeilous’s own shadow, striking upward with lethal precision.

But Markeilous seemed to sense it. He leapt high into the air as psychic power engulfed his body, lifting him upward until he floated far above the ground. Now, no shadow remained close enough to reach him.

"That was close... I almost would’ve gotten another hole in my ass. Good thing I kept an eye on my shadow after seeing him pull things out of his own." he thought while looking down scanning the ground below.

But he was mistaken.. Shadows followed.

From below, shadows surged upward, stretching toward him, twisting into countless shapes.. thick as tree trunks, thin as wires, jagged as blades. They climbed into the sky in pursuit, swallowing the air itself in writhing darkness.

"Ummm..?!" Markeilous was confused as why he’s using these.. slow attacks? But still being cautious as he is.. he shot higher, pushing his flight speed to the limit.

Obviously, Razeal wasn’t concerned about his dark mana. In this space, it was infinite.. the System Space itself feeding him without limit.

Suddenly, Razeal spread his arms wide.

And just as he did.. oppressive feeling descended upon all the surroundings. The entire area darkened, as if light itself was being swallowed. Then, without warning, thousands.. no, tens of thousands of shadowy tentacles rose from the ground.

Every shadow responded. The faint shade cast by a lone tree, the thin darkness beneath blades of grass.. all of it stretched upward, expanding and twisting. The shadows surged into the air, attacking the man who floated above. They climbed higher and higher, changing shapes as if alive. Some thickened like tree trunks, others remained thin and whip-like, striking relentlessly.

"What the..?!" the man cursed, moving instantly.

He moved so fast it almost resembled teleportation, dodging again and again as the shadows chased him through the sky. Even as the heavens seemed nearly covered by the writhing darkness, he continued to evade the attacks.

Razeal watched, expression unchanged, realizing it wasn’t enough.

Slowly, he raised his index finger and aimed it at Markeilous’s rapidly moving figure.

Suddenly, blood began to seep from the tip of his finger. It gathered, floating just in front of it.. suspended in the air, perfectly still.

There was no visible change in his posture, no flare of emotion on his face, no sudden surge of presence. He simply just thought to use use flow as he suddenly snapped his fiingers as to create a sound flow.

And within that flow, Razeal choose to move it into stream of this sound flow.

A single drop, compressed, refined, shaped with such precision it took on the form of a bullet. But the moment it entered the flow, it caught the speed of sound, vanishing from Razeal’s fingertip without resistance in an instant without any recoil whatsoever.

The shadow tentacles reacted instantly.

They parted.. deformed naturally as like living things recognizing priority, creating a narrow, flawless path as the blood bullet tore forward.. aimed directly at Markeilous’ head.

Markeilous sensed it.

Not the attack.. but the intent.

His instincts screamed before his thoughts could form. Without a word, without even turning fully, he raised his hand. Space warped subtly, and the blood drop stopped.. frozen centimeters from his forehead.. suspended midair by sheer telekinetic force.

Razeal’s eyes narrowed slightly.

For the first time, something flickered.. not anger, not shock interest.

He hadn’t expected that fast reaction. and how easily and clean he managed that up.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Because the moment Markeilous paused, the shadow tentacles surged.

Thousands of them collapsed inward, relentless, silent, precise spears, whips, blades converging on a single point.

But Markeilous reacted again.

Just as the tentacles came within centimeters of his body, they stopped.

As if an invisible wall had been placed between him and the attack.

His eyes flashed purple, sharp and focused, and a dim, translucent shield shimmered into existence around him. Very efficiently. His hands glowed with deep purple energy, veins of power pulsing beneath his skin as the barrier stabilized.

"Sirr whyyyy areeee youuu doing itttt??!" His teeth clenched as he shouted. "I apologize if I offended you in any way!"

Markeilous’ confusion deepened with every second.

The attacks felt strange.. empty, light, almost hollow. He couldn’t understand it. Someone who triggered such intense danger instincts in him should not be this weak. At most, the attacks were at the level of a Saint King. To him, a middle-stage Supreme, it was nothing more than child’s play.

Yet he did not retaliate. He refused to attack back, unwilling to offend a possible senior or take an unnecessary risk.

But It still didn’t make any sense.

A presence like that ..one that radiated authority so absolute it bent his soul into obedience how could it strike so weakly?

[Host, you can’t defeat a Supreme. You know that. A Supreme can face millions of Great Sage–level powerhouses and still walk away. Why are you doing this? This is a waste of time.]

Razeal heard both voices.. But said nothing neither responded to Markeilous’ plea nor to the voice that echoed in his head.

He simply watched.

Then.. slowly he clenched his right hand.

The motion was subtle. Almost lazy. But the instant his fingers tightened, something shifted.

And.. Markeilous felt it immediately.

Every danger sense he possessed exploded at once, alarms screaming so violently it felt like his skull would split. His heartbeat stuttered, mana surging uncontrollably as his body reacted before his mind could catch up.

Without thinking, he slammed his hands together.

"Ninth-tier spell~ Shield of Absolute Protection!"

His hands twisted, seals snapping into place with brutal efficiency as a purple dome formed around him.. invisible yet absolute. He didn’t stop there. One shield became ten. Ten became hundreds. Layer after layer stacked instantly, each reinforcing the last.

In this place he might not be aware of many thing’s.. But one thing had discovered for him and in him is that his mana seemed endless mow. And sensing absolute danger so.. he used it without restraint.

Razeal lifted his gaze.

Their eyes met.

Then, without hesitation, he swung his clenched fist toward Markeilous.

And the moment he did..

CRITICAL HIT SUCCESSFUL

THREE HUNDRED MILLION TIMES

DAMAGE CRITICAL

The red system text floated in front of Razeal’s vision, unmoving, absolute. For a brief instant nothing else existed only those words suspended in silence, as if the world itself had paused to acknowledge what had just been triggered.

Then the effect followed.

The strength behind Razeal’s strike did not merely increase. It multiplied. Again. And again. And again until the concept of proportion itself seemed to lose meaning. The force compressed inward first, gathering into a single impossible point before erupting outward.

The air exploded.

There was no gradual release, no buildup of sound. One moment there was space, and the next it shattered, collapsing under pressure so violent that light itself burst into existence from the friction of force alone. The impact did not resemble a punch anymore. It transformed into something else entirely a beam of condensed destruction, pure white, blinding, swallowing everything in its path.

It surged forward like liquid light.

Ground, air, distance.. all got erased beneath it.

For those few seconds, nothing could be seen except white. No shadows remained. No confirmation of form or shape. The world ahead of Razeal simply ceased to exist, consumed by the overwhelming discharge of power.

Even Razeal himself was not spared.

The recoil traveled backward through his arm, through bone and muscle and blood. His body, still far from capable of bearing such output, failed instantly. Flesh disintegrated under the strain, burning away into fine particles, dissolving like ash scattered into cosmic dust. Skin, muscle, and organs vanished in the wake of the force his own body had unleashed.

Only the crimson skeleton remained.

For a brief moment, it stood alone within the fading brilliance.. unmoving, untouched by panic or pain, as if this outcome had already been accepted.

Then regeneration began.

Flesh returned in layers, knitting itself back together over bone, blood reforming, nerves reconnecting, skin sealing as though time itself reversed around him. Within seconds, Razeal stood whole again, exactly where he had been before the strike, his breathing steady, expression unchanged.

The light lingered.

Five seconds. Maybe ten.

In that span, the world fell completely silent. No wind, no movement, not even the faint sound of settling debris. The aftermath had erased even noise.

Only when the radiance finally faded did reality return.

The landscape revealed itself slowly.

And Razeal remained still.

His eyes moved forward,