I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 405: Totally Breakdown?

"Fine? No... no, no, no... don’t, please don’t say that." The instant Razeal uttered the word, Maria’s head started shaking wildly. Her response came fast and fierce, like the idea of everything being fine had hit her right in the core. She stepped back on reflex, recoiling physically from the cool detachment in his tone.

"You don’t get it," she went on, breaths ragged, words tumbling out amid sobs. "Nothing’s fine... it’s not at all." Her head swung from side to side in denial, long hair whipping around while tears flowed freely down her face. The raw emotional turmoil showed clearly on her features—eyes wide, lips quivering, body shaking just barely under control—revealing a inner storm way past simple guilt or remorse. It seemed like a total breakdown, too powerful for any mind to handle without shattering.

Horror filled her gaze at this newfound reality, as though the truth had demolished a core piece of her worldview. Truth be told, Maria couldn’t quite grasp why she’d started slapping herself. It wasn’t planned or reasoned; it just erupted from a tidal wave of feelings she couldn’t hold back. A crushing insight had slammed into her psyche, sparking an automatic urge to self-punish, turning crushing guilt into tangible hurt.

In psychological terms, such actions surface during intense moral guilt or shattering revelations. When a person abruptly sees they’ve done something gravely wrong—especially to someone dear—the brain might seek balance by turning rage inward. Rather than lashing out at the world, they hammer themselves with blame and fury.

That described Maria perfectly right then. Her thoughts wrestled with a truth that felt like moral Armageddon, and her only release was self-inflicted torment. The shock hit hard—not merely from the facts, but from the massive blunder she thought she’d committed. To her, it wasn’t mere mix-up anymore; it was utter moral failure.

Learning she’d wasted years on a false belief about someone once so vital to her had wrecked her self-image as upright and just. Her sense of self—conviction in her moral fortitude, her stand against evil—had inverted completely.

"This?" Pah! Another sharp slap landed on her cheek, ringing out loudly. "This is nothing!" she wailed, voice quaking as tears poured. "I deserve this!" Breaths came in sharp gasps while her head thrashed. "You don’t need to worry about this," she choked out through sobs, pushing the words as if pleading with both him and herself.

"I’m just a selfish piece of shit... still acting selfish now... dumping my emotions like this." Her voice splintered. "So don’t worry. I deserve it... Yeah, I deserve it." The certainty rang out with chilling authenticity.

"MARIA!" Sofia’s shout blasted through the space, piercing the turmoil like a knife.

"Alright, enough!" Sofia lunged ahead, seizing Maria’s wrists to halt another self-strike. Her grasp stayed solid yet gentle, face etched with worry. The line had been crossed. Guilt had twisted into peril. Maria’s fragility left Sofia unable to just observe.

Maria fought back right away against the hold.

"No! Let me go!" she yelled, wrenching her wrists until they slipped loose. Freed, she staggered back, panting, eyes wild and pleading at Sofia.

"You don’t understand what’s happening!" Maria’s cry grew louder with every syllable. Suddenly, she shoved Sofia backward.

"I did something wrong!" she bellowed, voice raw with feeling. "I’m a terrible... disgusting person!" Her chest heaved against the emotional flood. "You wouldn’t get it!" she pressed on, nearly hysterical. "I hurt someone who did so much for me! I betrayed the person who’s literally the fucking sole reason I’m even fucking alive today!" The confession exploded forth.

"What would you know?!" she shrieked, echo filling the room. "You know nothing! So stay out of this!"

Pushed back a bit, Sofia froze, face shifting from irritation to profound worry.

Maria’s outburst surpassed typical upset. It screamed full emotional meltdown. She teetered on total loss of control. Yet Sofia caught the weight of her words. Reason I’m alive? It lingered in her thoughts. "Reason... for you to be alive?" Sofia muttered, baffled, glancing at Razeal.

Razeal mirrored her confusion. Saved her life? Memories yielded nothing. Then a dim spark: the erased ones by his mother. That could explain the blank.

Clarity dawned gradually. That explains her frenzy... If he’d saved her life somehow, uncovering years of lies about him would devastate anyone.

Still, Razeal stayed quiet, observing. Maria drowned in her mental tempest, scarcely noticing others. Her mind raced out of control.

"For years," she pressed on, voice shaky, "I thought he’d done something awful. I figured rejecting him was morally right." Eyes blazed with passion. "I believed my actions were just." Hands rose vaguely, mirroring inner turmoil.

"I insulted him... humiliated him." Voice fractured. "And thought I was strong for it morally." Breaths hitched as shouts poured out unchecked.

"Can you believe it?? I thought I upheld justice!" she sobbed. "I even played morally superior!" Voice boomed, gaze darting between Sofia and Razeal, hands flung wide in desperate plea, tone laced with sarcasm.

"I thought I had the right... the right to judge him! To choose forgiveness or not!" Body quivered under the crushing insight.

And that rang true.

Before the truth hit, Maria’s world had seemed morally straightforward. She’d seen herself on justice’s side. The moral high ground was hers, authority to judge Razeal’s worthiness for pardon.

Back then, reality split neatly: right vs. wrong, guilty vs. innocent, victim vs. villain. She’d planted herself squarely righteous.

And not long ago.

She’d clung to that when saying, "I forgive you," viewing it as mercy, power. She’d felt pride then. Despite his supposed crime, she’d stood by him as others fled—even his mother. She’d deemed it love’s proof, feelings strong enough to transcend the unforgivable.

She’d thought her staying proved deeper care than others. That pride had warmed her, like nobility. Same reason his rejection stung—praising Sofia’s faith when she’d forgiven him out of love, blind to it.

But now that memory horrified. Truth revealed: forgiving the innocent.

It demolished her take on that scene. Compassion? Arrogance. Strength? Blindness. The reversal wrecked her psyche. Authority to judge? Vanished. She’d judged; now self-judgment scourged her mercilessly.

"But I was wrong," Maria wept, voice splintering. "I swallowed a fucking lie!" Hands shook wildly, body quaking. "When he needed me most... I walked away!" Breaths turned frantic, lungs straining.

"I wasn’t there for him!" she roared, desperation echoing. "I can’t take that! I won’t!" Hands clutched her head, palms smacking sides—not bruising, but venting fury.

"My head’s crammed with these thoughts!" she wailed. "The loneliness he endured... the pain... the torment..." Voice shattered, tears cascading. "Now I see why he ignores me... won’t hear me... doesn’t love me... doesn’t even want me." A bitter laugh escaped, joyless.

"Of course not," she murmured darkly. "Why would he?" Eyes locked on Razeal, brimming with regret.

"When he needed me... I failed." Voice quavered deeper. "He expected more from me... right?" It stabbed her soul. "After all he did..." Lips shook. "And stupid me... I wasn’t there." Head shook relentlessly, trapped in past actions.

"I just stood by silent, letting it unfold." Fists balled. "When he returned... no apology... no explanation... no real amends..." Voice surged, fury blending despair.

"I acted like I was right!" she thundered. "Like I held moral high ground! Like he owed proof!" Tears flooded as breaths labored. "Now truth hits: he never did it!" Hands gestured wildly toward Sofia, begging cosmic reply.

"Tell me!" she demanded through sobs. "How would you feel?" Voice tore apart, strain raw. Her once-serene face drowned in tears, twisted by guilt and sorrow as she cried out.

"That’s not even worst," she rasped low, new horror dawning. Body shuddered anew.

"The worst part..." She faltered, chest laboring. "...is knowing my support could’ve changed it all." Silence gripped the room, broken only by her quaver.

"If I’d stood by him then..." she murmured faintly. "Believed him... not that arrogant shit demanding justice..." Shakes intensified.

"Maybe he’d have skipped all that suffering in the first place..." Quiet thickened oppressively. Each word clawed her throat raw from cries.

"I could’ve aided him..." she breathed. It crushed her inward. "But I didn’t." Lips quivered. "I... didn’t." Breaths stuttered. "I didn’t..." Repetition undid her. Too heavy. Face tilted skyward, wail bursting free.

"I fucking did nothing!" she screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Sobs overwhelmed as emotion erupted. Body convulsed in grief and shame, tears endless.

Nearby, Sofia observed the collapse with heavy worry.

"Maria..." she breathed, sighing softly. Urge burned to rush in, steady her, halt further damage. But prior intervention sparked violence.

Now Sofia wavered.

Stopping her might worsen it. Maybe venting was key to healing. Still, the sight ached. Chest constricted watching Maria sob center-stage.

"This is... heartbreaking," she mused silently. She yearned to break the cycle before it deepened.

Unchecked, danger loomed real. Yet she held back, observing, debating intervention’s wisdom.

Maria’s head drooped slowly, breaths fractured, tears unrelenting. Eyes bloodshot, swollen, veined red; lifting to Sofia revealed stark ferocity beyond sorrow—primal, unbound.

Lips shook, chest heaved wildly; abruptly, hands rose.

Pahh!~

Palm cracked cheek, head jerking. She persisted.

"I deserve pain," she growled through grit teeth.

Pahh!

Swift follow-up.

"I should suffer like he did."

Pahh!

Once more.

Body trembled with words. "I must punish myself."

Pahh! Pahh! Pahh!

Barrage accelerated, frantic, seeking mental purge via agony.

"Enough! Stop this stupidity!" Sofia commanded sharply. She dashed behind Maria, seizing wrists firmly, pinning them.

Before, gentleness ruled amid fragility. No more. Full strength engaged. Maria twisted fiercely, but post-transformation weakness failed against Sofia’s power. She squirmed vainly; hold ironclad.

Sofia’s face hardened. Peril clear. Maria’s state teetered: unreasoned, emotion-driven. Guilt, shame, grief, love, regret, Razeal’s pain empathy—all clashed chaotically. Brain overload risked worse: impulsive ruin, feeling over logic.

And Sofia knew if unchecked, Maria might e