I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 395: Maria’s Evolution?

[Well... into an Original Sin.]

"Come... again??!"

Razeal stood frozen in place for an instant, his thoughts blanking out entirely, as though someone had yanked the cord from his mind. Those words reverberated through his head repeatedly, growing more baffling with each echo. He gazed down at Maria's unconscious features, blinking deliberately, hoping it might somehow reshape the world into logical coherence.

What in the world was he supposed to respond to that?

Perhaps... if he were some clueless fool oblivious to tales of demons, devils, or the shadowy cosmic frameworks of existence, he could have brushed it off and taken the words at surface value. But reality differed. Razeal grasped the full weight of those terms. He had delved into the Book of Eventual Evil... a tome that meticulously recorded the hierarchy and metaphysical framework of demonic realms. It detailed the classifications, ranks, myths, and forbidden lore most mortals never touched... even in Hell... given its immense depth and accuracy.

And that created the core issue.

For everything in his readings painted an Original Sin not as a mere power tier. It wasn't a transformation phase or evolutionary step.

It embodied something utterly distinct.

Original Sins transcended ordinary demons. They were ancient entities... the incarnations of the seven core vices called the Seven Deadly Sins: Greed, Envy, Pride, Lust, Wrath, Gluttony, and Sloth.

Each signified a universal force present from creation's dawn. Often labeled Archdemons, though the name deceived without deeper insight. "Archdemon" wasn't just a demonic rank. It marked beings eternally bound to those primal sins.

Only seven existed.

Seven thrones in Hell.

Seven cosmic incarnations.

Seven ancient powers shaping demonic essence.

Like Lucifer towering over even those thrones, these beings couldn't be forged, substituted, or ascended to.

They simply... existed.

They were the vices incarnate.

A minor demon might advance, naturally. An imp could rise to lesser demon, then mid-tier, perhaps greater if it endured and amassed power. Standard growth. Yet the Seven Thrones? Unaltered forever. Immutable fixtures in cosmic order.

Thus, Maria... a half-human with a grafted greater demon heart... transforming into such an ancient force wasn't merely improbable.

It defied logic entirely.

Utterly impossible.

Razeal shook his head gradually, brows knitting in a storm of doubt and irritation. Nothing aligned. Not even close. Maria's greater demon heart was outrageous enough, granting her insane power in mere moments... surpassing grueling climbs others like him endured through endless toil. A simple transplant yielded strength matching elite powerhouses and mana reserves that screamed injustice.

Like trillions of mana points.

Like...

Fine.

He had swallowed that pill.

Infuriating, yet somewhat justifiable.

But this revelation?

Her ascent to an Original Sin.

One of seven irreplaceable cosmic evils.

"Nahh... that's pure nonsense," he grumbled softly. His instincts rebelled. Maria wasn't pure demon anyway. Half-human, half-demon tops... Yet destined for primordial status ancient texts deemed eternal from reality's birth?

No way.

That rang beyond improbable.

Sheer absurdity.

Yet the source wasn't gossip or shaky intel.

It stemmed from the System.

And Systems never jest.

Razeal breathed out steadily via his nostrils, raking fingers through his hair in vexation. He strained to connect the dots, to make sense of the chaos... but deeper probing only muddled it further. Finally, he abandoned the futile effort.

Comprehension no longer mattered.

"Villey..." he projected mentally, voice laced with annoyance and grudging interest. "Care to clarify what the hell that meant?"

Silence lingered briefly.

Villey's reply emerged, steady and precise, almost professorial.

[I realize this shocks you, Host... but precisely as you suspect.]

Razeal's gaze sharpened.

[Well... partially, at least.]

Villey pressed on fluidly.

[In essence, she's ascending to Archdemon status. Beyond a mighty demon, the pinnacle of demonic order. Should completion unfold fully... she'll embody an Original Sin... one of existence's core principles.]

Yeah, got that... Razeal's lips quirked.

Villey lectured onward like a theorist unpacking intricacies.

[Regarding the cause... reflect on your actions hours back.]

Razeal's brow creased lightly.

[You enacted a ritual of colossal scale... channeling dark mana amassed over eons from global oceans, unleashing it in a surge.]

Razeal's memory flashed to that scene.

Dark mana surging from oceanic depths.

Oppressive shadows invading the world.

[That wasn't mere spellcasting,] Villey elaborated.

[You reshaped universal foundations. No... inadequate phrasing. You rewrote Reality's very framework.]

[This realm once favored the White Faction wholly. Darkness lacked roots here.]

[Your deed shattered equilibrium. Latent dark powers stir to life.]

[Foremost among them: the Seven Sins.]

[These primal forces coalesce... shifting from ideals to tangible beings. They manifest... incarnate.]

Villey's tone stayed composed in Razeal's psyche, akin to a sage dissecting stellar events over sanity-shaking truths.

[She was the nearest fitting vessel when one stirred. The force selected her... or she seized it. Outcome identical. She fuses with it... gaining its might. Evolving in tandem.]

Razeal held silent at first.

He fixated on Maria's motionless body atop the counter as the revelation's weight settled gradually.

Villey persisted.

[Currently, no true holders claim these forces... Thrones lie vacant.]

A subtle hesitation.

[Far beyond one or two, actually. Myriad dark concepts emerge as existence's balance upheaves.]

[Thus, the potent or fortunate may seize them,] Villey noted.

[Naturally, demanding precise affinity and merit. Rare beyond measure.]

[Returning to her.]

Razeal's sight returned to Maria.

[She claims primacy.]

The declaration hung in mental quiet.

[Indeed, Host... you've yet to fathom your deed's true scope or import.]

Razeal stayed immobile for moments.

Fixated on Maria as Villey's words looped insistently.

Then, with dragging reluctance, he sighed.

"...Yeah."

The murmur was hushed.

For he truly comprehended.

Partly, at least.

Regardless,

His thoughts auto-assembled the rationale... Villey's outline crystallizing.

He knew divine authority's mechanics well.

Here, gods weren't just mighty. They embodied reality's axioms, transcending normalcy.

Consider Riven.

The God of Equilibrium.

Riven didn't wield balance... he personified Equilibrium's Law. A supreme tenet upholding reality. Sans it, existence crumbled. Vital as genesis or ruin.

And Razeal understood... Riven's hold barred others.

Ascension demanded one route.

Riven's demise.

Only vacancy allowed claimants. Success? Uncertain. The successor matched the axiom closest.

Conceptual rule's edict.

Razeal gleaned this from that lecherous elder teaching Flow's Law, plus Fate shards and destiny lore.

Villey's framing rendered it coherent.

No radical variance.

Same dynamic... for shadowed axioms.

Yet unease lingered.

Razeal's forehead creased faintly.

"Hold on..." he whispered.

A notion emerged.

"Those Archdemons... aren't they alive?"

Memory sharpened.

He'd visited Hell.

Lucifer reigned.

So vacancies? How?

The query brewed when insight struck.

Of course.

Primarily...

System space inhabitants were deceased.

And secondly...

This realm diverged universes.

A distinct reality... perhaps?

Razeal drew upright, brows deepening in contemplation.

"...Villey."

His tone hushed further.

"Could multiple Lucifers exist?"

He stared vacantly as clarity sharpened.

"Across realities?" he added deliberately. "With infinite realities as you claim... each its own Lucifer? Or multiples coexisting in the system?"

True bafflement gripped him.

If conceptuals were singular...

How parallel realities with akin frameworks?

Villey replied swiftly.

[Affirmative, Host. Naturally.]

Razeal blinked.

[Else how infinite System rankings?]

Same serene delivery.

[Your encountered Lucifer... strongest among infinite counterparts.]

Razeal quieted anew.

That line demanded digestion.

Infinite Lucifers?

Infinite realities... wow.

Boundless archetypal variants.

Existence's vastness ballooned mentally.

Prior Lucifer? Not universal apex.

Merely paramount among myriad iterations spanning eternities.

Implying uniform concepts per reality... tailored thereto. Absent that, this White Faction-dominated realm illogical.

Razeal combed hair once more, grappling ramifications.

"...That's..."

Unfinished.

Frankly?

Absurd proportions.

Myriad primordial duplicates vying eternally.

And improbably...

Maria pioneered a sin's incarnation here.

Razeal eyed her face anew.

He expelled a deep nasal breath, pinching nose bridge, eyes shut briefly to cram the info deluge. Villey's chat ballooned from Maria's dormancy to sins, thrones, infinite duplicates, possibilities, cosmic realignment. Overload. Extreme.

Mind reeled like metaphysics archive assault then ejection. Moments later, another sigh, head shake dispersing mental clutter.

"Fine... fine... whatever," he breathed to self. No more dwelling. Pointless? Analyze infinity's architecture or existence's ladder like sage? No bandwidth or desire. No thesis crafting. Just immediate facts. Period.

Hand dropped, posture squared, gaze on Maria, mental query to Villey weary-sharp. "Something practical," he demanded inwardly. "Details? Which sin?" Blunt probe.

By now, cosmic prank seemed plausible. Absurdity threshold obliterated repeatedly; "impossible" rang hollow.

Post-experiences, half-human sin-embodiment on counter? Not peak weirdness lately. Mere minutes prior: lover's false rape claim for marriage, life-ruining. Cosmic vices? Middling madness. Sense fled long ago.

[The Sin of Wrath. Post-stabilization, she'll bear Wrath's Sin.]

Razeal blinked languidly at Maria, as prolonged stare might amplify illogic.

"Wow... just wow," he mused internally. Least anticipated. Guessed Lust or Pride, matching donor demon's vibes.

Twisted logic there. Wrath? Arbitrary. Utterly. Head tilt scanned for overlooked hints. Anger from rejection? Really? Feeble link. Emotional flares sufficing? World overrun by Wrath/greed avatars.

Yet no deeper probe; direct to Villey. "Why Wrath?" mentally, curiosity-annoyed. "For real. Why?"

Villey paused briefly, analytical poise intact.

[Two key elements, Host. Primarily, sole authentic demon here, prime for dark resonance on awakening. Secondly, volatile emotional crest matched Wrath perfectly. That sync bound the force to her.]

Razeal eyed Maria, absorbing. Anger-driven, then. Partly. Head-scratch, skepticism lingering. "So basically," he thought sarcastically, "if I demonized now... super prideful... Pride Sin might choose me?