I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 398: Revelation

[Ohhh, so now you don’t trust me? Wow. Just wow, Host.] Sarcasm oozed from each word like thick honey. [I haven’t even been that bad to you. And let’s be honest here.. you would be absolutely nothing without me. Just so you know.]

"Oh really?" he grumbled in his mind, teeth clamping into Maria’s wrist while the ritual energy pulsed through their veins, dark mana streaming like a smoldering river connecting them. "Because personally I think I might’ve been better off without you."

His crimson gaze stayed locked downward as the ritual array shimmered softly around the counter.

"Actually," he pressed on icily within his thoughts, "even with you around all I’ve gotten is one disaster after another."

He savored the blood gradually, the ritual working to steady Maria’s form as he kept the current steady.

"Get this straight," he stated sharply. "If anyone else had been your host... if they endured even half what I survived to wring any value from you... they’d be dead before starting. Suicided their asses. I earned this strength, not handed it on a fucking silver platter."

His voice in his head grew even tougher.

"And just so you know.. Ninety percent of the problems in my life stem straight from fucking you."

[And that’s complete nonsense. Because everything you’ve achieved came from the opportunities I provided.]

[Without the system you would have had nothing. My functions. My databases. The infinite number of villainous powerhouses stored within me.]

[You had access to knowledge that no one in any reality could ever obtain.] Villey pressed on steadily. [You were able to meet them, train with them, learn from them, gain their abilities, their experience, their techniques.]

[The resources available to you through the system are literally infinite. It’s just you still don’t know how to fucking use them.]

Another pause hung in the air.

[No one across any reality has ever been as lucky as you.]

Razeal snorted inside his head.

"So your point is... I should be grateful?"

[Yes.] Villey shot back right away. [Exactly.. You should be and very much actually.]

And that was the wrong reply.

Razeal’s lip twisted faintly as he kept sipping Maria’s blood, upholding the ritual circle under them.

"And here’s what I think," he stated bluntly.

"Take those infinite villains... those infinite resources... and every single system function you have..."

He halted for an instant.

"...compress them all together..."

Then his inner voice turned to raw annoyance.

"...and shove them straight up your system ass."

For a short instant, the system space went utterly quiet.

Then Villey’s voice came back, chillier this time.

[Be thankful, Host.]

But Razeal silenced it at once.

"Thankful? For fucking what.."

He nearly chuckled.

"Wake up, you fucking bastard."

"You’re a liar."

[Excuse me?]

Razeal didn’t waver.

"Like let’s talk about something interesting."

His mental tone dipped a bit as he sustained the ritual.

"When Maria told me my memories had been deleted... You said you couldn’t reconstruct them so you couldn’t show them to me."

"Now seriously do you honestly think I’m that fucking stupid?"

"You’re a fucking omnipotent system capable of containing infinite SSS-ranked entities... even EX-ranked beings... cosmic monsters..."

"And you’re telling me you can’t restore a few missing fucking memories?"

"Let me guess,"

"You didn’t want to show them. Because if you reconstructed the memories directly... I’d see the truth myself."

"But if you explain them to me instead... You would get to control the narrative."

"You get to adjust details."

"Add things here."

"Remove things there."

"Present the story exactly how you want me to see it.."

"Manipulation and all that shit too?"

Villey finally cracked.

[Host, you’re accusing me of way too much now.. Grow up and fucking stop acting like I’m your enemy.. Because I am fucking not.]

"Oh really?"

"Then explain something."

"Who was the one that permanently deleted two of my system functions?"

The query hit like a dagger.

"Because last time I checked," he went on frigidly, "someone who’s supposedly here to help me wouldn’t sabotage their own fucking host."

[That was YOUR fault in the first place!..You were the one who started that situation!]

[You deserved it!]

"Deserved it? For being fucking honest? About what you were.. And anyways even if I was wrong.. totally wrong let’s say.."

"So your solution was to permanently delete two system functions?"

"That was complete bullshit, Villey. And let’s not forget something else also."

"You had told me nothing in the system happens without my permission.. You have to ask me"

"You said your role was to serve me."

A brief lull ensued.

"So explain this to me."

"What the hell was that? You fucking liar.. lying from the very fucking start.. What trust.."

Villey held back at first.

The quiet dragged on.

Then at last..

[Whatever.]

The tone came off curt, as if Villey wanted to drop the fight.

In the hushed shop, the ritual hummed softly near the counter.

For several seconds, Razeal stayed mute.

But then..

Mid-thought..

His face suddenly stiffened.

Something snapped into place in his head.

"...No.. Wait... No fucking way."

"Villey... wait. Wait, wait," he urged abruptly in his mind, urgency sharpening his inner voice unlike before. "Tell me something." His brows knit tightly as doubt swelled. "Do you even have permission... or the ability... to delete any system function without my approval?" The words tumbled fast now, each one keener. "Or wait... can system functions even get deleted at all?"

The instant the query arose in his mind, quiet descended.

Not casual pondering silence.

The weighty hush of evasion.

Razeal caught it right away.

His crimson eyes flashed with menace as insight flowered within.

"...No."

His mind honed razor-sharp.

"No fucking way."

He nearly yanked away from Maria’s neck in shock, but compelled himself to stick to the ritual rather than erupt. The vampire birth demanded unwavering focus, and breaking now risked ruining the change. That control alone stopped him from fully unleashing.

"Don’t tell me..." he growled mentally, tone climbing perilously. "Don’t fucking tell me you were bullshitting about that too." Fury blazed in his thoughts. "Tell me you didn’t fucking lie about deleting those functions."

Still no reply.

Villey stayed mute.

That quiet spoke volumes.

Razeal’s jaw locked rigid as he kept pulling blood from Maria, holding steady despite his seething mind. "Tell me," he insisted sharply inside. "Are those functions still there?" His inner push unrelenting. "Because whether you answer or not, I’m going to find out eventually. The moment I try to use them again, I’ll see for myself. And you won’t be able to hide it then."

At last, after prolonged quiet, Villey spoke.

[Well...]

That lone word resonated softly in Razeal’s head.

But it sufficed.

More than sufficed.

Razeal required no more.

The intent shone plain.

He went rigid briefly, fangs still in Maria’s neck amid the glowing ritual circle. Then rage exploded inwardly.

"How the fuck..." he mused harshly. "How the fuck can I be that stupid?"

The truth struck deeper than anticipated.

"I actually believed that fucking shit."

Humiliation and wrath swirled in his mind.

"I swear, Villey," he vowed inside, barely containing fury. "If I ever find a way to hurt you... you’re dead. You hear me? Dead. Fucking dead."

No idle words.

Though Villey dwelled in the system, Razeal’s brain buzzed with chances to someday harm the deceiver.

Reviewing it all now...

The scheme stood blatant.

He’d been toyed with.

And that truth scorched.

Yet another piece grasped something more.

"Is it even my fault?" he pondered sourly. "Who the hell wouldn’t believe something like that?"

A system pledging host service.

A system summoning endless mighty villains.

A system wielding reality-warping tools.

Naturally he’d trusted it.

Anyone would.

Still, the reality enraged.

Villey spoke warily, knowing Razeal had nailed it.

[It’s... not that big of a deal, you know.] Villey muttered clumsily. [I was just angry at the time. So I pulled a little revenge..]

The excuse rang nonchalant.

[And besides... I was going to tell you eventually.] Villey added. [You know... the day you actually made me happy for once.. Maybe..]

Razeal nearly barked a laugh.

"Yeah," he shot back mockingly inside. "Sure. Sounds great."

"So what was the real plan here too?" he demanded coolly. "Push me into a corner trying to make me believe.. my only options were killing her or raping her?"

"So make me choose between two disgusting choices so it would mess with my head which weren’t even needed in the first place?" he pressed. "Make me start seeing horrible things as ’necessary decisions’?"

"Slowly erode my morality. Corrupt my thinking. Turn me into the kind of person who stops caring about crimes or anything."

The reasoning rang eerily solid.

"Yeah," he thought grimly. "I can see the plan now."

His fangs stayed sunk in Maria’s neck as the ritual poured power into her frame.

"You said there was no other way," he continued. "But that’s bullshit and you know it."

"You literally told me yourself that when vampires drink blood for the first time, it creates a euphoric pleasure."

"And even if not that way.. there are definitely fucking million or billion ways to trigger the Lust concept without doing something insane."

"Magical rituals? Emotional resonance? Sensory-based pleasure or whatever??."

The solution had stared plainly forever.

"And that’s exactly what I’m doing now.. Just by not believing you.."

"And also know what.. I’m turning her into a vampire which will also solve all the problems you fucking tried to show me..."

His blood kept surging into Maria’s body.

"She’ll drink my blood, experience the pleasure that comes with it, and that will amplify the Lust concept."

The ritual circle below blazed fiercer.

"She evolves completely fine."

"And because she becomes a vampire created by me... she won’t be able to harm me or betray me."

That sealed it.

"So instead of becoming a threat," he concluded evenly, "she becomes an ally."

He halted shortly before tacking on a last idea.

"And also one thing.. After all this now I’m absolutely certain about one thing."

"You’re my fucking enemy, Villey."

"Because if you weren’t... you would have told me this solution instead of trying to push me into your little psychological shit."

The ensuing quiet lasted briefly before Villey replied, tone shifting to amusement over anger.

[Wow.. So let me get this straight.]

Sarcasm mixed with real intrigue in his voice.

[She’s going to be a demon... an Original Sin... and now a vampire too.. And from what I can see, you haven’t even limited the ritual parameters either.]

Villey chuckled lightly.

[Which means she’s not just becoming a simple vampire either.]

[She’s becoming an Elder fucking Vampire.]

[A half-human.]

[A half demon.. And of highest caliber.. An Original Sin.]

[And now an Elder Vampire.]

Villey sounded nearly awed.

[Wow... just wow.]

[So what’s next, Host?]

[Going to add dragon bloodline too?]

[Or maybe Celestia’s eyes?]

[At this rate you might as well build the ultimate monster.]

As if sensing the keen frustration and cold insight in Razeal’s mind, Villey fell quiet for a beat, the prior taunt fading into a recalibrating hush. The fierce exchange had stripped away all pretense. Razeal viewed the system no longer as friend, and Villey grasped that clearly. After a couple seconds, Villey spoke again.. steadier, though a subtle sharpness lingered.

[Alright.. Whatever] Villey conceded in Razeal’s head, more subdued. [You won this one. I’ll admit that much. You used your head, and honestly... I’m glad to see that. At least you’re finally learning to think for yourself now.]

[However.. Also try to grow up a little, will you? If you were truly as intelligent as you believe you are right now... you would understand that what I’m trying to push you toward is ultimately better for you.]

[The path you’re choosing right now is built on illusions, emotions, ideals, hopes that the world will somehow behave kindly if you do the ’right thing.’ But it won’t. One day that illusion bubble of yours is going to burst, and I promise you it will.. And when it bursts... it will destroy far more than you’re prepared to lose.]

[So what I’m trying to do is prevent that.]

[Because what you’re resisting is not something optional. It’s inevitable. Whether you accept it now, in the small stages when the damage is manageable... or later, when the consequences become catastrophic... you will eventually face it.]

[But because you’re stubbornly clinging to these delusions right now, you’re letting that bubble grow larger and larger. And when it finally explodes... it will explode you apart.]The words rang heavy in his mind.

Razeal fired back at once, fury reigniting. "Alright, that’s enough," he barked inside, wrath surging anew. "Fuck you." His jaw tightened as annoyance flooded back. "Shut the hell up. I don’t want to hear another hypocritical word coming out of you." His gaze shadowed with the parallel striking him. "You’re no different from Riven or the rest of this world everyone acting like they know what’s best for me while manipulating everything behind my back." Contempt laced his thoughts. "So yeah... go screw yourself." The sense of betrayal seared profoundly. He’d suspected Villey’s unreliability, but grasping the full deceit hit like reality’s slap. Rather than prolong the clash, he blocked its voice entirely. No more replies to whatever followed.

And from then on, he poured all focus ahead.

Maria.

The ritual neared its midpoint, and despite the mental storm, his reflexes never faltered in guiding the fragile energy stream. Methodically, precisely, he pressed forward. Dark mana throbbed faintly in the air, crimson sigils under the counter glowing gently. Soon, he eased his fangs from Maria’s neck. Blood smeared his lips thinly as he raised his head a touch. Meanwhile, a slender strand of his blood wove through the air like a luminous filament, entering Maria’s mouth and gliding down her throat for the ritual’s closing stage.

Then the shift ignited.

Maria’s frame quaked.

Initially subtle.. scarcely visible, but soon the shakes grew fierce. Her limbs jittered lightly, breaths ragged as surges rippled her nerves. She’d shivered through the ritual, but Razeal had pinned her steady till now. Easing his hold made it stark. Her body shuddered atop the wood counter, energy racing her bloodstream.

Around them, the blood rune circle dimmed.

The hovering crimson symbols encircling the ritual dispersed into ether like mist in breeze. One after another, they faded till the space seemed ordinary, no trace of the arcane.

Razeal rose gradually.

As he drew away, Maria’s shivers spiked. Her form bowed faintly under tidal sensations flooding her slumbering mind. Unawake, her sinews twitched on reflex, clenching as the change rooted deep.

Razeal observed her response calmly.

From the room’s far side, Sofia had observed the whole rite without meddling. She’d kept quiet throughout, confident enough to let it unfold despite the bizarre sight. Watching her husband sink teeth into another’s neck, drain blood, then return his own amid odd rites.