I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 370: Changing World

Ding!

[Congratulations, Host.]

[You have absorbed an S-grade monster core (Third Rank).]

Ding!

[You have absorbed a B-grade monster core (Third Rank).]

[New Affinity Unlocked: Death Affinity (Very Light).]

[New Affinity Unlocked: Hellfire Affinity (Very Light).]

[New Affinity Unlocked: Necromancy Affinity (Very Light).]

[New Affinity Unlocked: Black Lightning Affinity (Very Light).]

Ding.

[Congratulations, Host. Your Mana Stat has upgraded from SS Rank to SS+ Rank.]

Current Mana (MP): SS+ Rank (1.54 Quadrillion / 100 Quadrillion)

"Ugh..."Razeal suddenly let out a deep breath, the air leaving his lungs in a slow, controlled exhale as if even breathing felt heavy right now. His shoulders lowered slightly as he straightened from his crouched position, crimson eyes narrowing while dozens of notifications continued to hover and flicker in front of his vision. His head tilted slightly as he processed them not confused, not overwhelmed, but... stunned in a quiet, dangerous way.

"This is the most I can go," he suddenly muttered under his breath.

He could feel it. Not the pain.. no, not pain at all but pressure. Immense pressure. As if his entire existence had been stretched to its current limit, every vein, every mana channel, every conceptual boundary humming violently beneath his skin. His body wasn’t rejecting the mana his soul wasn’t cracking nor his consciousness that.. wasn’t fracturing.

But if he pushed even a little more right now... something would happen.. He could feel it.

Razeal’s gaze shifted back to the notifications, lingering briefly on the newly awakened affinities. Death, Hellfire, Necromancy, Black Lightning, Plague, Decay, Bone etc.. His lips twitched upward slightly not into a full smile, but something close. Something sharp.

"Of course," he thought calmly. "Different monster cores... different attributes... it was bound to happen."

Still, the real thrill wasn’t there.

It was the number.

SS+ Rank.

Peak SS+ to be exact

His mana pool wasn’t in trillions anymore.

It was actually in quadrillions.

Not metaphorically. Not exaggeration. 1.54 quadrillion mana sat inside him right now, vast enough that even his own perception struggled to fully grasp it. His lips curved upward despite himself, twitching as a low, almost amused breath escaped him.

"Seriously... this easy?" he murmured.

He had imagined growth being slow. Incremental. Painful. Something that required years, decades, centuries even. Instead, he had come here, placed his hand down, and absorbed. And..

That was it?

Just pure, overwhelming gain.

"It was totally worth coming here," Razeal thought, eyes glinting as he looked across the now half-translucent mountain of monster cores around him.

Then his brows furrowed slightly.

"...If I could absorb more," he continued inwardly, "maybe I could’ve even reached SSS- Rank mana."

The thought made him frown not in frustration, but restraint. His body felt like it was holding back an ocean behind fragile glass. If he forced more mana in now, he wouldn’t just risk damage. He would risk rupture. Even with his absurd constitution, even with his talent, even with everything he had.

Right now was the limit.

And that alone said everything.

Any normal person ..no even any abnormal person would already be dead. Vaporized. Reduced to mana ash or whatever afterall .. No being without absurd talent and structure could absorb mana like this in a single sitting.

Razeal let out a soft breath, shaking his head faintly.

"If people knew I could raise my mana pool like this..." his thoughts trailed, amusement mixing with disbelief. "They’d lose their minds."

Because this wasn’t how raising your mana pool worked.

Normally, when people absorbed mana from elemental cores for example.. they couldn’t even take in the full amount. Even heavenly geniuses capped at fifty to sixty percent absorption efficiency at best. True geniuses barely reached thirty or forty percent. The rest dispersed uselessly into the environment, lost forever.

And even that partial absorption was dangerous.

Mana scattering. Mana backlash. Vein ruptures. Soul pressure. Bottlenecks. Talent ceilings? All of it existed for a reason. Mana wasn’t meant to be forced. It had to be earned. Slowly, Painfully and extremely Carefully.

People took cores in small amounts, over long periods. Some today, Some tomorrow and then some rest. Stabilize, Circulate and Temper the body. Temper the soul. Let everything adapt naturally, just to avoid permanent damage.

Because otherwise.. It be just destroying yourself up.

It was like trying to build muscle overnight. Someone who trained properly ate clean, lifted gradually, let their body recover. Another idiot swallowed five kilograms of protein powder in a single day and expected miracles.

The result?

Collapse, Damage or Sometimes death or maybe always?

That was how it works afterall.

Except Razeal wasn’t following those rules ofcourse.

He didn’t have any bottlenecks.

As his talent doesnt have any cap. His mana veins didn’t resist? His body didn’t fracture? His soul didn’t protest? He didn’t even need time for adaptation because his existence itself was designed for this.

He was a walking contradiction to any logic.

Afterall he was the.. ’The greatest dark genius in all realities’

Not pride or any arrogance.

Just fact.

No other being could jump multiple mana phases at once qualitative and quantitative at SS Rank? while simultaneously absorbing dark mana from trillions of monster cores, awakening multiple affinities, and increasing affinity proficiency at the same time.

Anyone else attempting this wouldn’t explode.

They’d erase themselves from existence.

But anyways... Razeal succeeded in doing it. Even if it looked absurd, even if it looked unreal, he still did it. And yet this was the furthest he could go right now. Any more than this and he wouldn’t just feel discomfort... he would genuinely explode.. Like literally even his talent have some limit he cant just go world strongest just because of having whole world’s resources.. Itll still take time afterall his body needed time. His mana pool needed time. Everything inside him was turbulent, violent, chaotic, like a storm that had been forcibly compressed into a container barely large enough to hold it.

He could feel it clearly now.

The difference between before and now was too great. The increase wasn’t linear it was absurdly steep. From billions to quadrillions now? From SS to peak SS+. The mana inside him wasn’t calm at all. It felt like an ocean trapped inside veins that were never meant to hold that much water at once. If he lost focus for even a moment, if his control slipped even slightly, the dark mana would start leaking out of his body on its own, bleeding into the environment like smoke escaping cracked glass.

Still... he was holding it.

Barely.. But yeah

More than this would be impossible right now.

So Razeal slowly took a light breath, careful and controlled, forcing his lungs to move steadily even though his chest felt unnaturally full. His hand lifted from the ground he was standing on the mountain of monster cores that had once been pitch-black, dense with dark mana, now completely translucent beneath him.

What had once looked like an eerie mountain of darkness now resembled a mountain of glass.

Clear hollow and Empty.. But definitely beautiful

He straightened his back, rolling his shoulders slightly, as if trying to settle something inside himself. Not pain or anything but a strange, heavy fullness that refused to go away. Like his entire existence was bloated with power that hadn’t yet learned where it belonged.

But then again he didn’t linger on it. There was no point.

"Villey," Razeal said calmly, his eyes scanning the vast terrain ahead of him, "how much of this Ocean Black did I actually absorb?"

It was just curiosity. Nothing more.

Looking around, he could see several kilometers in every direction where the monster cores had lost their color, turning translucent and empty. But beyond that? Endless darkness. Endless black. Monster cores stacked upon monster cores, forming plains, hills, ridges, and floating mini continental plate that stretched so far his eyes couldn’t even find the end.

What he had absorbed wasn’t even a mountain.

It was a hill.

A tiny hill on a miniature continent made entirely of monster cores floating upon the ocean.

And even then... he couldn’t see the edge.

[Calculating... please wait.]

The system panel appeared in front of him, its mechanical pause somehow making the moment heavier.

Seconds passed.

[Calculation complete.]

[You have absorbed a total of 0.00000635% of the monster cores present in Ocean Black, Host.]

[(Quantitative calculation only. Quality variance excluded.)]

The words floated in front of him.

Razeal stared at them.

Then

Gulp~?

He swallowed without even realizing it.

"...You’ve got to be kidding me."

That much mana? That absurd increase? All of that? And it wasn’t even one hundredth of one percent?

Not even one ten-thousandth?

Not even close of that actually?

His gaze slowly lifted, staring back out at the endless darkness ahead of him, his expression finally shifting not fear, not excitement, but something dangerously close to disbelief.

"How many cores are even here...?" he muttered under his breath.

For the first time since arriving, the sheer scale of Ocean Black truly hit him.

This wasn’t just a large accumulation.

This was horrifying.

If he wanted to, if he truly abandoned restraint and patience, he could stay here. Months. Years. Slowly absorbing. Stabilizing. Absorbing again. Stabilizing again. Repeating the cycle endlessly.

He could reach Supreme Rank mana in no time

Maybe even Emperor Rank?

The thought alone made his scalp tingle.

And then came another, darker realization.

What would a person even do with that much mana?

Razeal frowned faintly, shaking his head as if pushing the thought away. That was a question for later. For now, just imagining it made the world feel... unstable.

[Surprised?] Villey suddenly asked inside his head.

"Surprised?" Razeal replied instantly, not even bothering to hide it. "I’m shocked. Who wouldn’t be?"

He let out a short breath through his nose, almost a laugh, but not quite.

[You misunderstood the scale of accumulation.] Villey continued calmly. [Try to truly comprehend how vast the ocean is, Host. Then consider how many monsters perished within it across eras?]

[Still, this accumulation is purely quantitative.] Villey added. [If even a single Emperor-ranked monster core existed here, its value would surpass all of these combined.]

Razeal’s eyes narrowed slightly at that.

"So it’s still trash compared to the real deal," he muttered.

[Not trash.] Villey corrected. [Just... limited.]

The system paused briefly before continuing.

[You can extract great benefit from this place. However, do not become greedy.]

Razeal didn’t respond immediately.

[You will not be able to absorb all of this.] Villey said bluntly. [Not unless you plan to remain here for years solely to absorb and stabilize repeatedly. And even then... I do not recommend it.]

The warning lingered.

"Why not?" Razeal genuinely paused for a second when Villey answered not to say the system had been unusually talkative today, far more than usual, and that alone made him slightly alert. Still, he didn’t stop Villey. If the system wanted to speak, let it speak. Free information was free information, even if half of it was useless nonsense.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing with curiosity rather than suspicion. "Why not?" he repeated again, calmer this time. "You don’t usually warn me.. I mean atleast not until its on my life.. Which means ur life.. So.. What’s the catch? What consequences are you trying to scare me away from now?"

There was a short pause.

[Because it’s boring.]

The answer came so blunt, so shamelessly straightforward, that Razeal almost paused.

"...That’s it?"

He stared ahead blankly for a moment, then slowly shook his head, disappointment written plainly on his face. "What was I even expecting..." he muttered under his breath. "Thinking this useless thing would actually help me for once."

He exhaled sharply, clicking his tongue. Jokes on him for thinking Villey would suddenly turn into some wise ancient guide. Same old system and same old bullshit.

Razeal didn’t dwell on it.

Instead, his gaze lifted again to the endless black expanse before him. Mountains upon mountains of monster cores. A sea of darkness frozen into solid form. Power so dense it felt almost tangible in the air, pressing against his skin, whispering to his instincts.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Well," he said softly, almost fondly, "seems like luck’s on your side today, Villey."

[What do you mean?] Villey asked, genuinely confused this time.

Razeal’s smile widened, slow and dangerous, the kind that never meant anything good for the world. His eyes glinted, crimson deepening, reflecting the dark terrain ahead like a mirror of his own thoughts.

"You’ll know," he replied calmly. "Just know one thing for now."

He spread his arms slightly, as if embracing the horizon.

"I’m about to turn this world upside down. Starting right now."

The grin on his face twisted further, something sharp and unhinged creeping into it. It wasn’t excitement alone. It was anticipation. Long-suppressed pressure finally finding a direction.

[Umm...?] Villey hesitated, something like uncertainty creeping into its usually flat tone. [Are you sure you want to do something without asking for my advice? Or at least discussing it with me first? Just in case it becomes... dangerous for you?] The sincerity surprised even Razeal for a moment.

He didn’t didn’t hesitated even a second.

He slowly raised his hand as waved it lazily through the air.

"No need," he said lightly. "Just watch."

His hand cut through the space before him.. and suddenly, the Book of Eventual Evil appeared.

It manifested without sound, floating in midair as if it had always been there, its presence instantly warping the atmosphere around it. The cover was dark, impossibly dark, as if light itself refused to linger on its surface. The pages began to flip on their own, rapidly at first, then slower, more deliberate, each turn releasing faint pulses of malevolent energy.

The air grew heavier.

As sudden the pages stopped.

Razeal’s eyes locked onto the open spread.

Dark, intricate circles filled the parchment, layered upon layered, etched with symbols that would hurt to look at if any normal person tried to look.. The language wasn’t just unknown it was wrong ancient and twisted. Just one glance at it could make the skin of anyone normal prickle, made the mind recoil instinctively, as if recognizing something it was never meant to understand.

"Hahahaha..." Razeal laughed softly.

"Good."

Without hesitation, he lifted his hand to his mouth and bit down on his thumb hard.

Blood welled instantly, dark crimson spilling freely as he tore his thumb away then he simply flicked his hand forward, letting the blood drip directly onto the open page of the book.

The moment the blood touched the parchment

It was absorbed.

Razeal clasped his hands together immediately, fingers twisting into unnatural shapes, forming seals that no sane human should be able to replicate. With each seal, more blood seeped from his fingers, flowing unnaturally, lifting into the air instead of falling.

The blood began to rotate.

Slowly at first.

Then faster.

It formed a perfect circle, hovering before him, glowing with a deep, violent red. Dark mana surged out from Razeal’s palms, pouring into the blood circle, merging seamlessly, as if both had always belonged together.

The circle thickened.

Expanded.

Deep black inscriptions began carving themselves across its surface, writing themselves in ancient demonic script, each symbol pulsing with raw malice. The language crawled across the circle like living things, writhing, settling into place.

The blood circle rose.

It began to orbit the Book of Eventual Evil, which now emitted waves of black light, its pages trembling, reacting, resonating with the ritual being formed around it.

The air screamed.

Not audibly.. but spiritually.

A suffocating, absolute evil spread outward, pressing down on the ocean, the cores, the sky itself.

Razeal threw his head back and laughed.

"Hahahahahaha accept my gift, my lovely friend!"

His voice echoed unnaturally, layered, distorted, as if something else laughed alongside him.

"Hope you love this gift!" he shouted, madness bleeding into every word. "Because I definitely will!"

His hands continued forming seals, faster now, more erratic, as blood continued to leak from his fingers, from his palms, dripping upward, joining the ritual circle.

"This.. this is for all that destiny, fate, and this whole universe shit trying to fuck me over, right?!"

His laughter grew louder, harsher, breaking into something unhinged.

"Let me pay you back a little!"

The blood circle pulsed violently.

"It’s not easy to fuck with me!" he roared. "So let me show you!"

Razeal crossed his legs midair, floating as if gravity itself had lost authority over him. His hands rose higher, seals flashing one after another, faster and faster, his body trembling not from weakness, but from sheer overload.

"I’ll change the fate and destiny of this whole universe!"

Blood suddenly streamed from his eyes, thick crimson tears carving trails down his pale skin, soaking into his collar, dripping freely.. but his laughter didn’t stop.

It only grew louder.

"Turning ev