I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 391: Razeal Vs Celestia And Selena

"I never intended for any of this," Selena whispered, her voice fracturing under the immense weight of her confession. "I never wanted you to suffer like this. I believed... I truly believed this would resolve everything. I anticipated you might resent me for a while, but I thought we would move past it, and then I would find the right time to explain. I just... I never imagined it would come to this." Her voice trailed off into ragged gasps as her throat constricted, unable to utter another syllable.

"Just be silent, will you?!"

Razeal’s exclamation cracked through the air like a lash. He flung his arms out in volatile frustration, his movements sharp and erratic, and began pacing away, desperate to put distance between himself and these two women. He required solitude. Standing near these two felt nauseating; it was physically stifling for him.

He halted a few paces away and spun around to face them directly.

Selena remained frozen, shaking, with tears streaming down her face. Behind her, Celestia stood with her composure completely shattered, silent tears blurring her vision. Both women stared at him with an identical expression—horror, disbelief, and a profound, crushing sense of guilt that seemed to weigh down their very frames.

They found it impossible to process the truth.

Razeal—the person they cherished—had attempted to end his own existence. And it hadn't just happened once. Thirteen times. Because of the events that transpired. Because of their own actions.

There was a time when they truly believed he had left them for good. They had lived with that devastating assumption, keeping their grief and trauma hidden. Yet, that was fundamentally different from this. Believing that someone had died was one thing, but realizing they had sought death specifically because of your actions was a different torment entirely. Suicide implied a level of agony so profound that only the void promised relief. It meant existing in absolute isolation, stripped of all hope, and choosing the darkness.

The mere thought that they had driven him to that threshold wounded them deeply. Lacking any outlet—no tears, no tremors, no words—the realization threatened to consume them from within.

Razeal observed them.

He witnessed their weeping. He saw the terror etched into their features. And then, he sensed something else entirely.

Pity?

He couldnt discern if it were genuinely there or merely a projection of his own psyche. Regardless, the notion that they might look at him with pity caused a violent surge of revulsion within his chest.

"And do you want to know the truth?" he remarked, his voice trembling with a barely suppressed rage. "After all of this? The audacity you both have... the sheer nerve to approach me to apologize? To demand absolution?" His laughter was jagged and cold. "And on top of that, you expect me to fucking forgive you?"

He jabbed a finger squarely at his own chest. "What exactly am I in your eyes? A saint? Some soulless object? An emotional trash bin where you dump your regrets so you can feel better about yourselves?" His voice intensified, cracking at the edges. "I possess emotions too! I have my own fucking feelings!" His breathing remained erratic, yet he pressed on. "Just because you acted like absolute, brainless fools—utterly selfish, unhinged, and short-sighted—it doesn't mean it’s my responsibility to absorb the fallout and move forward as if nothing happened!"

"It doesn't make it my fault! Your actions destroyed me," Razeal stated, his voice dropping to a quiet intensity that felt more devastating than his shouting. "It ruined me in ways you cannot comprehend. And yet, you stand there weeping as if I’m obligated to console you for the very actions that broke me?"

His words resonated in the empty space.

"How dare you," he continued, gaining momentum, raw and unfiltered. "How dare you hold such expectations of me? Did I request this? Did I ask for forgiveness? Did I ask to hear your excuses?"

He gestured dismissively between them. "After everything, I didn't threaten you. I didn't seek retribution. I didn't declare war on you. I gave one request... leave me alone." His jaw tightened. "And neither of you possessed the decency to honor that."

"It is as if your justifications matter more to you than my sense of peace," he mocked bitterly. "Like you need to cleanse your conscience more than you care about my needs." His crimson eyes blazed, devoid of theatricality, filled only with a deep, weary resentment. "Because that is the only reality I can see in this."

Selena frantically shook her head. "No..."

He drew a shaky, shallow breath.

"Beyond all that," he added, his voice plunging into a cold, lethal cadence, "I made my position clear. I told you I despise you. Both of you. To my very core." His jaw jittered again, not from hesitation, but from the raw potency of his admission. "Every time your presence enters my thoughts, I feel revulsion. Disgust. You believe I derive pleasure from this? You think I desire to harbor such feelings toward the people who were once my entire world?"

"Tell me," he goaded. "What is your response to that? That you are sorry? That it was just a foolish lapse of judgment? That you were frightened? That you were selfish? What does any of that have to do with my suffering? Why in the hell shouldn't I hate you? I have every reason. Every single goddamn reason."

"How self-absorbed can you be?" he demanded, his voice fracturing under the weight of his torment. "You won't even grant me the sanctity of my own hatred. You won't allow me my anger. After stripping everything from me, you still demand something. You want forgiveness? You want redemption?"

He shook his head, looking at them in disbelief. "You do not get to dictate my emotions. Not anymore. No one... not a single person..."

Selena took a hesitant step forward, reaching out as if trying to calm a cornered animal. "No, please, that isn't true," she implored, tears cascading down her cheeks. "I wasn't thinking of myself. I was terrified for you. I was scared that you might hurt yourself again. I came here because I... This was never about purging my own conscience. You must believe me. I even went to..."

But Razeal cut her off instantly.

Celestia remained silent, making no effort to defend herself. She stood motionless, her platinum gaze locked onto his, absorbing every harsh word as if she were willingly stepping into the path of an executioner. The defiance he had once recognized was gone; she appeared utterly still, braced for an impact she knew she couldn't evade.

"Save it. Just stop," Razeal declared, his tone shifting—less explosive, yet far more piercing. "You know what? I would have forgiven you. Both of you. I truly think I would have."

His statement arrived like a sudden, jarring blow.

Selena’s sobbing halted abruptly.

Celestia’s gaze flickered in shock.

"I could have grasped why you did it," he went on, his lips curling in bitterness. "That you were both just acting like complete fools... that it was a grave error... some twisted, pathetic miscalculation. I would have swallowed the pain. I would have. But that isn't the reason I hate you."

His crimson eyes grew cold and precise, the volatility replaced by sharp focus.

"I despise you because you betrayed my trust."

The words carried more weight than any scream.

"And even if," he continued, pacing a few steps, his energy refusing to let him settle, "even if this was all some colossal misunderstanding, an error—fine. Then why the hell did you stand by when it all imploded? Huh?"

His voice rose in utter disbelief. "When they dragged me to the public square? When they stripped me of my standing? When the entire empire looked on?"

He turned sharply toward them. "You stood there and watched."

The silence that fell was suffocating.

"You watched them whip me," he said, his voice lowering to a whisper that cut deeper. "You watched me fall to my knees. You watched me plead. You watched them destroy me in front of everyone. And you did not intervene. Not even once."

Selena’s knees buckled slightly.

"You didn't do a damn thing," he pressed, his voice jagged. "That is what haunts me. That is the one thing that never leaves my mind. It isn't the accusation, nor the punishment. It is the fact that when everything spiraled—when it was undeniable that things had gone too far—you, the ones who knew the truth, simply stood by."

"Shall I tell you why you stayed silent?" Razeal asked, his eyes burning. "Because something ranked higher than my safety. Higher than my dignity. Your reputation? Your pride? Your fear of the consequences? Perhaps you had already committed to the lie, and admitting the truth would have tarnished you. Perhaps you calculated the cost and found it too high."

He let out a hollow laugh. "Whatever it was, it was clearly more important than me."

"No... that is not it!" Selena cried out, her frame shuddering as if his words were physical lashes. "There was nothing more important than you! I didn't step in because I thought it would appear orchestrated. I feared if I defended you, they would assume I was lying too. I thought if I exposed our connection, they would claim I had manipulated the whole situation. I believed keeping my stance consistent was the only way to shield you."

Her words tumbled out in a frantic, desperate stream. "Everyone knew how close we were. Nobody would have believed me if I suddenly recanted. I thought it would only make your situation worse. I thought they would punish you even more severely if they believed I had fabricated the evidence."

Her voice shattered. "I didn't stay silent because I lacked care. I stayed silent because I thought I was protecting you. I loved you more than my own life. I still do. More than anything."

Her hands trembled at her sides; she tried to explain, clearly realizing Razeal had misunderstood the entirety of her reasoning.

"And why didn't you come to me?" Selena demanded, her tone verging on hysteria. She stepped closer, tears unchecked. "Why didn't you scream at me back then? Why didn't you let me know you were breaking? If you had told me you were in such agony, I would have known! If I had only known you were contemplating suicide..."

Her breath caught sharply. "I would have sacrificed myself instead."

Her whisper was sincere, devoid of all performance.

"If I had known you were going to attempt to end your life," she added, her head shaking in denial, "I would have taken your place. I would have let them destroy me instead. I truly would have done anything. Please, never doubt that."

Razeal’s expression turned to stone.

"Really?" he replied, his voice chillingly quiet. "And what about back then? Had I not suffered enough for it to be clear?"

His voice welled with frustration. "You required me to say it out loud? You needed me to spell out the agony for you? Was it not obvious I was breaking? I was whipped before the empire. I was disowned! My mother branded me a disgrace. My sister lashed me. I was forced to grovel before you. And you are here telling me my suffering wasnt obvious?"

Selena flinched at every word as if he were striking her.

"And if you truly possessed that resolution," he pressed, "if you would have died in my stead... then why didn't you intervene? Why didn't you stop them? Even if it ruined you. Even if it exposed your lies. You claim you loved me more than yourself. Then why wasn't I worth that risk? Do you take me for such a fool that I would believe that now?"

She opened her mouth, but the words died in her throat.

"And do not," he commanded, raising a hand to silence them, "do not offer me further explanations. I have no need for them. I do not want them."