I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 368: Out Of System Space

Suddenly, Maria and Merisa who had been standing close, speaking in low voices with expressions weighed down by thoughts far heavier than words.. froze at the same instant. It wasn’t because either of them sensed danger, nor because some overwhelming pressure descended upon the surroundings. It was something far simpler, and yet far more decisive.

It was because the shadow dome in front of them stirred.

The dense, suffocating mass of Shadows that had remained unmoving for over a month suddenly rippled, its surface shuddering as if disturbed from within. The shadows unraveled, peeling away like smoke caught in a strong wind, dissipating layer by layer before finally vanishing completely.. leaving behind nothing but open air and the small stretch of water beneath.

And from where that dome had stood...

Razeal emerged.

He floated out calmly, his body suspended just there his silver hair drifting slightly as if carried by a breeze no one else could feel. His crimson eyes were open now, steady and clear, carrying none of the turbulence that one might expect after a month-long isolation. If anything, he looked... kinda Better then fine?.

Merisa’s and maria reacted at the exact same time.

Both of them instinctively moved forward almost floating a step ahead without even realizing it drawn by the same impulse, the same worry, the same need to confirm with their own eyes that he was fine and all.

But both stopped just as suddenly.

Merisa halted first. Her body froze mid-motion, uncertainty flooding her expression as countless thoughts clashed within her mind. Should she even go to him? What she gonna speak? Should she apologize again or stay silent? She didn’t know what right she had anymore, nor what words would even be acceptable to say.

Maria stopped too but for an entirely different reason which no one really knows except her.. Maybe just her bad tsundere personality.

Her face hardened instantly, the softness vanishing as if it had never existed. She turned her head sharply to the side, arms stiff at her sides, deliberately refusing to look at him directly. And yet, despite herself, her peripheral vision betrayed her.. her side gaze still lingering on Razeal, following every subtle movement, every breath, every sign that he was truly fine.

She stood there pretending indifference with practiced precision.

But not everyone hesitated.

Not everyone stopped themselves or thought before acting.

The moment Razeal fully opened his awareness to the outside world, he barely had time to register the familiar surroundings before..

Sofia appeared in front of him.

It was as if she had teleported. One second there was nothing in front of him, the next she was standing dangerously close, her ocean-blue eyes blazing with fury, cheeks puffed up in a furious pout that somehow made her look even more striking. Her expression was a storm of anger, frustration, and pent-up emotion that had clearly been brewing for an entire month.

Without even giving him a chance to speak, she reached out and grabbed for his ear.

But razeal also reacted on instinct.

His right hand shot up, catching her wrist mid-motion before she could twist anything. He blinked, genuinely confused, staring at her as if he had just been attacked by a force of nature he hadn’t anticipated.

"What are you doing?" he asked, honestly baffled.

Her eyes flared.

"What am I doing?" Sofia snapped, her voice sharp and fast, words pouring out of her mouth in an unstoppable torrent. "The question should be what are ’YOU’ doing.. Mister?! Do you have even a little bit of common sense?! Leaving your wife alone on the first day of marriage and then disappearing for over a month without saying a single word?! No explanation, no word, no gesture or even signal or whatever? nothing!"

She yanked her wrist slightly, testing his grip, clearly offended that he had dared to stop her.

"And what?" she continued, voice rising. "You dare to hold my hand? Stop me from doing what you absolutely deserve?! Twisting your ear was the least lenient punishment I was thinking about, you know! With this kind of attitude? I think you deserve something far worse. Believe me.. let go of my hand right now, or I’ll twist something else, and it will be much worse than whatever pain you’re imagining at the moment right now hearing my word’s."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, the threat very real.

Razeal stared at her for a second, then another.

"Excuse me?" he said slowly, blinking again half from surprise, half from genuine bafflement.

In his head another thought also echoed absurdly clear: Can people really speak this many words in a single breath?

"Excuse you, Mr. Husband~" Sofia shot back instantly, leaning in just slightly, her voice dropping into something far more dangerous. "Let go of my hand, or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.. Like maybe when you’ll lose the ability to produce children within the next few seconds, and I promise you.. I won’t feel even a little bit guilty about it."

Her gaze locked onto his, blue against crimson, neither backing down.

Razeal’s eyes narrowed in response, his grip firm but not aggressive. The air between them grew tense as the two stared each other down, neither willing to yield, the silence stretching longer than anyone else present felt comfortable with.

Finally, Razeal exhaled.

He released her wrist.

"There," he said calmly. "I don’t want a fight. Can we maybe calm down? It’s really not that big of a deal."

Sofia froze.

Then

"Not that big of a deal?" she repeated slowly, disbelief dripping from every syllable. "You literally left me alone on the first day of our marriage." She repeated.

Her voice rose again but then she paused.

She looked at his face more carefully this time, the anger faltering just slightly as something else crept in. Understanding. Conflict. A hint of restraint.

Her tone softened, just a fraction.

"Look... husband," she said, crossing her arms. "I don’t want to act insensitive. I’ll ignore this once.. just this once because I know you had something going on with your mother."

She sighed.

"But remember this," she continued firmly. "You’re not a stray single man anymore. You have a wife now. Start acting like it. I’ll forgive you this time because you clearly have a lot a lot to learn. But next time? Don’t leave me alone."

Her eyes sharpened again.

"And you will also explain what you were doing inside that black dome of yours for a whole fucking month. Because if you don’t, I’ll assume you were trying to find a cure for some hidden wound one that makes you unable to use the weapon every man should.. Particularly to be used on first day of marriage.. Between two lovely couples."

She placed both hands on her hips, leaning forward slightly.

"And I don’t think I need to explain what married couples usually do on the first day of their marriage, do I?"

The air fell silent again.

"Ummmm..." Razeal was honestly left speechless.

Not because he didn’t have words or because he didn’t understand what Sofia was saying. But because the situation itself felt... strange. Unfamiliar. Almost surreal in a way he hadn’t expected. He stood there quietly, crimson eyes blinking once, then again, staring at her as she glared at him with hands on her hips..

It felt weird.

Not threatening or humiliating. Just kinda... weird.

Like a kid being scolded?

And that alone should have annoyed him. It should have irritated him or maybe offended him even being talked down to like this, in front of others, as if he were some irresponsible child who had run away or something?

Yet strangely enough... he didn’t feel bad. Not even a little actually..

If anything, he felt amused.

There was something oddly entertaining about the way she looked right now furious, dramatic, genuinely upset, yet still standing there talking nonstop, caring enough to be angry in the first place. The realization settled somewhere deep in his chest, unfamiliar and oddly warm, and it made the corners of his lips twitch faintly.

And then another thought crept in.

A bad one.

A part of him some instinctive, reckless part whispered that maybe, just maybe, he should say something that would make her even more angry. Just because... it might be funny? The image of her reaction alone almost made him want to try.

His brain, however, immediately warned him that this was a terrible idea. That this woman would absolutely waste more of his time if he pushed her buttons any further. That indulging this impulse would only lead to unnecessary chaos.

Still...

Before he could decide, Sofia snapped again.

"Do you understand what I am saying or NOTTT?!"

Her voice rose sharply, cutting through his thoughts as she took a step forward, eyes blazing when she noticed he still hadn’t responded. To her, his silence wasn’t calm.. it was infuriating.

Razeal inhaled slowly.

"Ahhh... yes, yes," he said at last, nodding lightly. "I do."

Sofia paused for half a second only to narrow her eyes suspiciously when he didn’t immediately follow up.

"But," Razeal continued, tone unhurried, "can I explain later? I kind of... have something to do right now. And maybe this isn’t the best time?"

Her brows furrowed deeper.

"I mean," he added, gesturing vaguely between them, "shouldn’t things like these be discussed in private? You know... husband and wife stuff?"

As he said that, he smiled. A natural, easy smile almost warm.

Sofia froze completely.

She stared at him as if he had just said something outrageous, her anger stalling mid-burn as her mind tried to process what she had just witnessed. His expression, his tone, the way he spoke it didn’t match the Razeal she knew. It didn’t match the man who usually met conflict with indifference or hostility.

"You...?" she muttered, eyes narrowing further as she studied him closely now. Something was off. Very off.

And then

"What?" Razeal said casually, tilting his head slightly. "And here I thought my wife would be sweet and understanding... giving her husband some time."

His voice dipped just enough to sound almost playful and even flirty.

And paired with that dashing, effortless smile?

Sofia’s brain short-circuited.

Her mouth fell open in pure shock.

Then

She vanished.

In the blink of an eye, the space in front of Razeal was empty, and Sofia reappeared right beside Maria, grabbing her shoulders and leaning in close, hands cupped around Maria’s ears as she whispered urgently.

"HEY.. WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?!"

Her voice was hushed but frantic.

"He’s acting SO SUSS. Like really suss. Did he hit his head in there? Did something happen while he locked himself up? This is NOT normal.. Atleast not feeling like itt!"

Maria stiffened slightly at the sudden intrusion, lips pressing together as she listened. Her eyes, however, were still on Razeal. And the more she looked, the more unsettled she became.

Because Sofia wasn’t wrong.

He looked different.

Not physically.. his posture, his presence, his aura were all unmistakably Razeal’s. But something subtle had shifted. The sharp edges were still there, but they felt... rearranged. Like something had been dismantled and rebuilt in a way no one else could see yet...

"I...?" Maria finally murmured, then fell silent again, still staring.

"What?" Sofia whispered insistently. "Say it."

Maria turned her head slowly toward Sofia, expression blank but eyes conflicted.

"There are only two possibilities I can think of," she said quietly.

"And?" Sofia pressed.

"One... he reached some kind of enlightenment while being alone in there."

Sofia’s eyes widened slightly.

"And the other?" she asked carefully.

Maria hesitated.

"...or he finally lost it."

They stared at each other.

Sofia swallowed.

"...That’s not comforting."

Meanwhile, Razeal ignored both women, whatever they were doing, and turned his cold gaze toward Merisa. "Didn’t I tell you to leave? Why are you still here?" he asked in a cold voice, also wondering why his order’s authority didn’t work on her.

"I thought you told me... to leave that dark dome made of your shadows."

Merisa answered quietly, her voice low and restrained, yet carrying a weight that could not be hidden. The sadness in her eyes deepened the moment the words left her mouth, as if speaking them aloud only made the reality more unbearable. Of all the things he could have said after emerging.. after an entire month of isolation, after everything she had confessed, after everything she had laid bare this was the first thing he asked her? Not about what she felt. Not about what she endured. Not even about the truth she had revealed with trembling body and a broken voice. Just this. A reminder that she was still somewhere she was not wanted.

From her perspective, it hurt far more than she had expected.

She had understood, or at least believed she understood, why he had locked himself away. She told herself again and again that he needed time time to think, time to breathe, time to untangle the storm of emotions and thoughts that must have erupted inside him after learning the truth. She believed that his silence meant contemplation. That his isolation meant reflection. That somewhere inside that shadowed dome, he was weighing the facts, measuring the circumstances, trying to understand that what she had done had not been born purely from cruelty or any hate or any unwantedness towards him.. but from fear fear forged by the darkest shadows of her past.

Merisa had convinced herself that when he came out, there would be an answer. One way or another.

Either he would understand her and forgive her. Or he would not and would reject her completely.

And now, standing here, hearing his first words, she felt her chest tighten painfully. The fragile thread of hope she had clung to for an entire month trembled violently. His question was not loud. It was not emotional. But it was distant and that distance crushed her far more effectively than anger ever could.

Her lips curved into a faint, bitter smile as she shook her head lightly, purple hair shifting with the motion. She lowered her gaze, staring at the ground beneath her feet, choosing silence over words that would only break her further. She already knew the answer. Or at least... she feared she did.

Is your hate towards me really that much?

The question screamed inside her chest, unspoken yet deafening.

Even after knowing my past... even after knowing that my cruelty came from fear, from trauma, from shadows I never escaped... is it still impossible for you to understand me even that much?

Her heart clenched as memories resurfaced her mistakes, her decisions, the punishment she had inflicted upon him. She knew she had gone too far. She had admitted that. She had even apologized for that.. Even got revealed the truths she had buried for decades, sacrificing her pride, her dignity, everything she had built herself upon. And yet this?... Yeah she also knew she had not been completely wrong.

She had punished him because he committed a crime.

That truth did not vanish just because her actions had been influenced by fear.

Yes, she had been extreme. Yes, she had lost control. Yes, she had allowed her past to dictate her judgment. But she had not punished him without reason. And somewhere deep inside, she still believed that even if she regretted how she had done it.

Why is it so hard for you to accept that? Why is it so impossible for you to forgive one mistake?Can you not even understand me that much? She’s not the only one who made mistake in here right? She is ready to forgive and forget his.. Cant he do same to hers?

Her throat tightened.

She still cared for him. That truth had never changed. She had apologized. She had abandoned everything her authority, her image, her pride just to reach him. And yet, here she was, standing in front of him, feeling more distant than ever before.

Why are you being so cruel to me...? Why are you being so cruel... to your own mother?

The words burned inside her chest.. She wanted to ask him.. but she didn’t spoke.

Because she already knew.

It would not matter at last.

He had taken his time. He had made his decision. And no matter how painful it was, she could feel it now.. solid, immovable and final. There was nothing more she could say. Nothing more she could give. She had gone as low as she possibly could..

Then there was nothing left.

Merisa remained silent, head lowered, hands clenched faintly at her sides, as if holding herself together through sheer will alone.

Then Razeal spoke again.

"Leave from here."

His voice was cold. Flat. Devoid of hesitation.

"I don’t want to see your face."

The words struck her harder than anything before.

Razeal had been silent for several seconds before saying it, as if giving himself time to be certain. And when he spoke, there was authority in his voice.. not just emotional rejection, but power layered into the command itself. The authority of a Vampire Progenitor surged subtly beneath the words, an absolute order she could not refuse even if she tried.

Obiously he did not want her here.. her presence or even to see her.

Merisa slowly raised her head, meeting his gaze at last. The sadness in her eyes was no longer restrained it flowed openly now, quiet and devastating. But she did not cry. She did not beg. She did not protest.

Instead, she smiled.

A small sad smile.

"Yes," she said softly.

She chose to follow his order.. not because she was bound by his authority, not because her body would obey even if her heart resisted but because he had asked her to leave. And if he did not want her here, then she would not stay..

Inside her chest, something finally snapped.

For an entire month, she had stood here, unmoving, waiting, hoping, enduring. For an entire month, she had believed no matter how faintly that there was still a chance. That this would end differently. That maybe, just maybe, he would com