I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 401: Shocking stats

About thirty minutes dragged on while the spectacle persisted without any interruption.

All during this span, the energy cocoon hovered in midair, emitting a gentle glow as it relentlessly pulled in the boundless torrent of power flooding toward it.

Endless streams of cosmic energy kept surging from the hidden voids of space and existence, flowing like quiet rivers across the atmosphere before fusing into the cocoon encasing Maria’s form. Dark mana intertwined with these forces, the pair blending like threads of brightness and darkness, steadily nourishing the metamorphosis occurring within. Maria was no longer visible at all, fully enveloped by the cocoon that concealed her entire being from sight. Her only indication of life was the rhythmic throb of energy emanating from the cocoon’s exterior as it drifted motionless in the air.

Razeal and Sofia lingered a few paces back, observing the event with composed vigilance. Neither dared to meddle. Razeal recalled Lucifer’s caution vividly—tampering with the synchronization might shatter the embodiment completely—so he maintained a safe gap, watchful yet prepared for any surprises.

In the drawn-out vigil, Sofia posed occasional queries now and then, her inquisitiveness urging her to grasp the marvel before her eyes. Razeal shared whatever he knew, recounting the bits of insight Lucifer had imparted before. Yet much stayed enigmatic to him too, leaving his responses trailing into tentative speculations rather than firm declarations.

The tranquil shop saw time crawl by, marked only by the cocoon’s subtle sway over the counter while it drank in the encircling energies. Then, after endless moments of hushed expectancy, a shift finally stirred.

The cosmic flows slicing through the air began to ebb gradually.

Initially faint... scarcely detectable, yet Razeal and Sofia picked up on it right away. The energy rivulets from space and reality started to wane. The room’s heavy burden of abstract might eased bit by bit, brightening the ambiance. The luminous bands that had crammed the space grew sparse, as though the inward pull was at last decelerating.

"It’s ending," Razeal murmured softly.

Next, the dark mana currents slackened. The whirling streams once encircling the cocoon dispersed into the ether, their vigor dimming to mere whispers.

Then, accompanied by a deep resonant hum reverberating softly across the room, the final massive influx of energy surged into the cocoon.

Abruptly... all ceased.

The cosmic energy streams evaporated completely, scattering into the ambient void as though they’d never been. A subtle lingering essence persisted, barely sufficient to hold the cocoon afloat in the air.

Yet that too started altering.

The cocoon itself commenced fading.

Its external layers gradually sloughed off, breaking into specks of light that floated away before fully dissolving. Section by section, the enclosure crumbled, releasing glowing shards akin to scattering blossoms.

Sofia edged forward a touch, her eyes widening as she observed the unfolding.

The disintegration persisted, layers peeling back sequentially until the concealed shape within started to reveal itself.

At first, just a hazy outline shimmered amid the dying luminescence. But with further dissolution, Maria’s contours sharpened progressively.

And once the cocoon fully dispersed...

Maria’s silhouette grew ever more distinct.

As it sharpened, both froze in utter silence, rooted in place. Their stares locked onto her, Sofia’s especially, struggling to accept the vision.

Maria’s form had transformed.

Not merely a tweak, but a total overhaul... flawlessly superior.

Her skin now shimmered with divine radiance, like a celestial deity incarnated in mortal flesh. Her physique turned sleek, elegant, and captivatingly seductive. Each contour traced an ideal S-curve, evoking not mere biology but fantasies woven from humanity’s profoundest yearnings.

Her bosom swelled fuller, her waist tapered gracefully, and her hips’ subtle swell forged a profile carved by the stars themselves.

She hovered delicately aloft, her posture relaxed and nearly devoid of weight.

Cascading locks of silken sky-blue hair cascaded like molten radiance around her. Her refined collarbones captured the ambient sheen, weaving a subtle, entrancing charm that kindled heat in any beholder.

Her visage had evolved too.

Still recognizably Maria’s... but elevated.

Tender, pure, and staggeringly gorgeous—beauty defying mortal bounds. Her traits balanced innocence with allure, exuding softness laced with perilous magnetism.

As if the cosmos had forged her into flawless perfection.

The incarnation of craving, magnetism, and inescapable appeal.

The very breeze seemed infused with her essence—the soft heat, faint perfume, uncanny aura of the phenomenal standing there.

Maria embodied beauty’s essence now.

Her shape, countenance, enveloping presence... all transcended normal grasp.

Briefly, even divinities might stumble before such splendor.

The shift went beyond surface allure.

It delved deeper.

To the core.

An innate aura cloaked her now, projecting charm effortlessly at rest. Not forceful or coercive; simply inherent, like an inescapable force. A subtle draw rendering her impossible to overlook.

She resembled desire personified.

Neither Razeal nor Sofia uttered a sound for an instant.

The shop’s atmosphere hung unnaturally still, as though the space itself absorbed the view.

Sofia’s brows arched ever upward gazing at the levitating Maria, nearly brushing the roof.

"Gulp." She swallowed deliberately.

Even as a female, the spectacle stirred her inescapably.

The evolution had thrust Maria’s aura to an otherworldly tier.

After moments of wordless gawking, Sofia pivoted toward Razeal gradually.

Her focus drifted from Maria to settle on Razeal.

He stood nearby, face etched with matching astonishment and muteness, gaze riveted on Maria as if comprehension lagged.

Sofia’s eyes narrowed faintly at him.

Razeal sensed the piercing stare at once and turned.

Their gazes clashed.

Silence gripped the room anew.

Then Razeal lifted both palms in capitulation.

"Look," he said swiftly. "I didn’t do anything."

He said, obviously sensing trouble in her look.

Though Sofia’s eyes tightened further as she fixed on him, doubt persisting. Her keen glare carried unspoken blame, probing for deceit or veiled motives. Yet Razeal’s countenance stayed utterly impassive, virtually vacant. Beyond the lingering daze etched since Maria’s emergence, nothing surfaced.

Nothing to seize for indictment... Thus, Sofia ultimately held her tongue.

Meanwhile, the cocoon’s final wisps melted fully into the ether. The conceptual energy’s gleaming traces flickered like dying embers before erasing into oblivion, restoring the air to serenity. Maria’s form lingered suspended momentarily, buoyed by the intangible cosmic flows that had borne her change. Then, ever so gradually, the invisible support eased her descent.

She floated down like a plume in calm winds.

Spotting this, Sofia sprang into motion instinctively. She advanced briskly, arms extended skyward, poised to cradle Maria’s fall.

Razeal, though, held his ground unmoving.

He refused to budge an inch.

He knew instantly that approaching now would twist into the gravest misread by Sofia. Thus, he stayed put, monitoring intently.

And from Sofia’s subsequent sharp glare, restraint proved wise.

Her glance darted his way as she awaited Maria’s lowering. Suspicion flared in her eyes, mutely cautioning against meddling. Noting his immobility, her features eased marginally. A faint approving nod followed before she refocused wholly on the descending figure.

Her grasp stayed firm as Maria neared.

At last...

Maria settled softly into Sofia’s hold.

Contact jolted Sofia visibly.

A shiver coursed through her frame.

Her eyes bulged in raw astonishment, lips agape.

What the hell...?

Her thoughts roared inwardly.

Her arms yielded slightly into Maria’s form upon catching her, the feel utterly unforeseen.

What is this insane softness...?

Bewilderment whirled in her mind.

What the fuck??

Sofia had handled myriad bodies—not that way... well, somewhat—but nothing akin to this. Maria’s flesh felt impossibly velvety, yielding, ethereal under her touch. Like cradling something transcending the material realm.

Sofia froze briefly, cradling her wordlessly, grappling with the odd tactile wonder.

Smart move keeping that jerk away...

The notion streaked as she flicked toward Razeal.

He hadn’t shifted, observing mutely.

Assured of his distance, Sofia returned to the burden in her arms.

Up close, Maria’s details sharpened for Sofia.

Plush, voluptuous lips in rich crimson parted faintly with serene breaths. Her traits gleamed finer thus, skin aglow with vital, spectral luster. Her contours shifted subtly too, honed to inconceivable ideals.

Sofia gazed downward quietly.

Her mouth quirked.

She insisted she fancied no women.

Yet denial faltered before this.

What tier of loveliness is this...?

Envy mingled with incredulity in her musings.

Maria’s mass balanced ideally in Sofia’s embrace, featherlight yet substantial, as if reforged for utter equilibrium. From dermal silkiness to emanating warmth, every facet bordered the surreal.

Sofia’s lips quirked anew.

What transformation crafts such perfection?

She shook off the odd notions briskly, curbing their drift.

Concentrate.

Gently readjusting her hold, Sofia slid a hand to Maria’s neck. Fingers brushed her throat lightly, seeking the pulse.

A firm beat pulsed steadily under her touch.

Robust and unwavering.

Her gaze dwelt on Maria’s tranquil features a beat longer before swinging to Razeal.

"She’s fine," Sofia stated evenly, despite closed eyes. "Still unconscious though."

Razeal’s brow creased faintly.

"Still unconscious?" he queried.

He edged nearer warily, preserving space to avoid irking Sofia.

"Shouldn’t she wake up by now?" he pressed. "Is the synchronization process with the concept not fully complete yet?"

Sofia caught his query and glanced at Maria anew, scrutinizing intently.

And beholding her anew, lips quirked once more.

"I... wouldn’t say that," she uttered deliberately.

Words failed to capture it adequately.

Maria appeared pristine...

Yet an undercurrent hummed, like a dormant tempest.

Before more words, a voice resounded in Razeal’s head.

[Everything’s done, host. Don’t worry.]

Villey’s tone returned serene.

[But it was still a complicated process and extremely heavy on the body. She underwent two major evolutions in a very short time. Give her time. She will wake up naturally.]

[Her body simply needs time to adapt. The synchronization with the concept and the transformation into a vampire both occurred almost simultaneously. That is an enormous strain on any living being.]

[Normally, after such large evolutions, a person might need one or two full days before their body stabilizes completely. Her powers are still developing inside her. Her body, mind, and soul are all adjusting to the changes.]

[So I recommend being careful, host. When she wakes up, she will be extremely weak. Also do not try to forcefully wake her. That would be a very bad idea. Just let her body handle the recovery naturally.]

"Hmmmm." Razeal nodded thoughtfully as Villey’s words faded in his mind. Though outwardly serene, doubt toward the system lingered inwardly. Amid past deceptions, schemes, concealed agendas, blind faith evaporated. Even this measured assurance from Villey failed full conviction. Still... no motive screamed for falsehood on Maria’s state now, did it?

The transformation seemed complete, embodiment triumphant, manipulation avenues scarce. Logic pointed thus.

Yet Razeal favored personal verification over Villey’s assurances anew.

He approached Sofia and Maria, halting nearby without crowding. Focus first hit Maria’s form, averting her figure’s evident shifts. Eyes rose deliberately to her face. Peace reigned, lids shut, breaths even. No turmoil or unrest showed.

"Yeah.. She does look fine..." he whispered.

Still, looks deceived.

Razeal extended a hand to rest atop Maria’s crown. Palm connecting, eyes half-lidded, senses delved, probing her inner energy currents.

He sensed it promptly.

The shift persisted internally.

Within her depths, myriad stabilizations churned. Vampiric change lingered incomplete; his bestowed lineage wove into her essence. Demonic aspects synced too, fusing with vampire blood and Lust’s conceptual essence in her soul. Intricacies abounded, like synchronized gears in a freshly reconstructed engine.

Yet amid turmoil... stability prevailed.

No disorder, discord, or volatile surges.

Rather, her state advanced steadily.

Razeal retracted his palm, eyes reopening.

"Yeah... she’s stabilizing," he mused inwardly.

Curiosity flared next.

Precisely what boons did she reap?

The query sparked intrigue. Maria had braved a theoretically unattainable ascent here. Embodying a cosmic concept, she joined Original Sins ranks. Elder Vampire ascension synced too.

Dual rebirths.

Dual mights.

Even Razeal conceded fascination.

"What kind of monster did you just become..." he breathed, eyeing her slumbering visage.

Wasting no time, he summoned Maria’s status panel.

Data materialized instantly before him.

[Name: Maria Grave]

Race: Half-Demon (Original Sin / Archdemon) / Half-Human (Royal Grade Bloodline – Water Affinity Type) / Half-Vampire (Elder Vampire)

Rank: SS (Peak of Saint King)

Attributes

Strength: SS+

Agility: SS+

Original White Faction Mana (MP): B+

Dark Mana (DMP): SSS- (9.989 Trillion / 100 Trillion)

Endurance: SSS-

Will: SS++

Mental: SSS-

Charisma: SSS-

Luck: Good

Elemental Affinities: Water (Medium–Intermediate), Hell fire (High) ??? (Locked)

Sins: Lust (Conceptual Embodiment) – Level 1 (Five Levels Total)

Skills: ??? (Cannot analyze until direct data is recorded)

Titles Obtained: One of the Seven Original Sins – Sin of Lust, Living Abnormality, Vampire Queen, Abnormal Genius, Apostle of Desire, Ultimate Species

Requirements Needed to Ascend to Demon Lord (?