I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 415: Suspicious?

"What do you mean...? I'd go with you," Sofia's voice pierced the thick silence right after his statement, her words no longer controlled or cautious but brimming with desperation and a deeper personal stake, as she stepped forward without a second thought, bridging the gap his words had opened, her gaze locked on his features with raw resolve and openness she made no effort to conceal.

"No matter what it is... no matter what you're planning... I'm by your side," she declared, her tone gentler yet more resolute, holding a subtle strength that showed this was no impulse but a firm choice, "I just..." she faltered, her forehead creasing as feelings surged to match her speech, "...I just don't want you hurting," she confessed, her eyes wavering briefly.

"You've endured so much already... more than anyone ever should..." her voice dropped, nearly quivering, "And our future... together... I don't want it twisted into something like this," she continued, her lips compressing for a moment.

"Because if that happens... I might be the cause of it," her gaze grew tender, traces of remorse emerging, "And that... that's the very last thing I want," she murmured softly, her sincerity deepening the hush in the room, "We're in this together... through all of it... life... death... anything that comes," she raised her eyes to hold his steadily, "That's what it means, isn't it?" she whispered, "We're soulmates... remember?" A soft exhale escaped her, her face tensing a bit, "I was only trying to help... So never think I'm... pulling away," she insisted, regret evident in her voice, as though reliving her earlier words and despising their possible impact, I shouldn't have phrased it that way... he might believe I'm questioning him...

Razeal observed her briefly.

Then he nodded deliberately.

"I get it," he replied plainly, his voice even, free of blame or confusion, and in that instant, it lightened a burden in Sofia's heart somewhat, though not fully dispelling it, before his attention turned to Maria.

Maria remained rooted in place.

She stayed motionless, her face now bearing intricate layers of worry, shame, and an unspoken depth she hesitated to face, and when words finally came, her tone was subdued compared to earlier, gentler, laced with doubt, "Will you... stay safe?" she inquired, her stare probing his, "Is this really... doable?" her eyebrows knit together faintly.

"Do you truly believe... you can handle all this?" she wavered, her speech stumbling slightly, "If you're not sure... there's still time... six years..." her look fell away, "You could simply..." she cut off, her palm pressing to her brow as if to halt her racing mind, "...Sorry," she whispered tensely, "I... I don't know what I'm even saying..." she shook her head lightly, irritation aimed inward above all, What the hell am I proposing...? Surrender? Flee? That's just... Fuckkk

Razeal regarded her in silence.

Then,

"I see your worry," he stated, his manner composed, almost kind, "But it's unnecessary."

Maria's hand gradually dropped from her face.

Her eyes locked with his once more.

"Because..." he went on, a subtle smile curving his mouth, "...you have no idea who I am."

Arrogance was absent from his delivery. Just pure assurance.

"And if you knew..." his look intensified a touch, "...you wouldn't worry."

"The ones who ought to worry..." he murmured lowly, "...are my foes."

His statement stayed level. It lacked bombast.

Yet it landed with weight.

For it rang not as bravado... but as undeniable truth.

Maria simply gazed at him.

Concern lingered in her eyes, mingled with uncertainty and that persistent, tender pity she couldn't shake.

And upon noticing that,

A change flickered across Razeal's face.

Barely perceptible.

He shook his head resolutely.

As though denying the feeling outright.

His fingers rose to his neck, clenching lightly as he cracked it with measured intent, the snap cutting through the quiet space, then he rose from the seat, standing tall, his aura shifting instantly to something weightier, keener, more potent, like an inner force had locked into place, and he advanced a step, narrowing the space to Maria.

"No need for worry," he repeated.

This time,

Not gently, but with command.

"I won't fail."

And with those words,

His eyes blazed.

A profound scarlet radiance filled his eyes, more than mere color—it pulsed with life, unyielding force, fierce presence. Maria's breath hitched for an instant as she gazed into them, for they transcended simple eyes now, delving into profound depths that bore immense weight, unshakeable belief, and a perilously inevitable pull.

"I..." he started, his tone dropping a notch, acquiring a deep vibration that saturated the air between them, "...am a man whom even the gods must descend to earth to vanquish."

Another step forward.

Even nearer.

"The man whom..." his voice grew richer, "...the whole world must band together... merely to have a fighting chance."

He halted right before her.

Scarcely a single inch separating them.

Near enough for their breaths to nearly mingle.

"I am the man..." he pressed on, his words hushed yet blazing with fervor, "...whom even to slay... requires one like myself."

And then,

His hands rose.

Tender yet resolute.

They settled on either side of Maria’s head, securing her gently—not with brute force, but anchoring her stare inescapably into his, binding her to that searing crimson blaze from which no retreat was possible.

"These feelings..." he murmured, his voice dipping lower, surging with greater power, "this anxiety... this dread in your eyes as you face me..." his hold stayed firm, his aura immovable,

"No one ought to feel that gazing upon me," his eyes blazed with ironclad assurance—not lunacy, not hubris, but a perilously total dominion,

"Because I won’t lose," he declared, every syllable crisp and unbreakable, "I will win." In that instant, poised so intimately their breaths intertwined, doubt vanished from his tone, hesitation fled his features.

"No matter what opposes me... no matter my foe... even if it’s the world entire,"

And Maria, pinned there, could only stare into his eyes, for within them lay not mere confidence—she sensed it viscerally, an overpowering force surpassing faith alone; she felt his determination, his arrogance, his total certainty, the burden of a verdict sealed ages ago.

Maria held his gaze after he spoke; she had no choice, with his hands cradling her face and those scarlet eyes exerting gravitational pull, and gradually, as though the choice brewed not in that second but from some buried core within her, she nodded, lips parting faintly as her voice emerged softer yet laced with peculiar, steadfast fire.

"I will come with you then..." she uttered, eyes fixed unwaveringly on his, "Even if it is to the end of the world," no waver tainted her words, no uncertainty, no terror—only profound devotion, all-engulfing, "I don’t want to die anymore," she whispered, her tone quivering briefly—not from frailty, but the sheer gravity of that truth, "I will exist... for you." Those words hung heavy between them, profoundly personal, far deadlier than their surface hinted, for her look had transformed utterly—eyes shedding guilt, remorse, even affection, now aflame with boundless fixation, contracting to one sole focus: him.

Her mind whirled inward, not expanding but contracting, remolding all prior knowledge around him alone. No one else comprehends him... no one else can. I alone witness him thus, the sole one who endured... the only willing to venture so far... and unwittingly, a shadowier notion intruded, keener, Even Sofia faltered... even briefly... she pondered others... mere people? Maria’s stare never wavered, yet a shift flickered in her depths. She doesn’t merit him... not as I do... not if such thoughts cross her mind, not if she’d pick anything above him...? Her breath steadied, concentration sharpening more. No... only me... it must be me!!

And then,

Something far deadlier.

’We’re meant to be!!!’

The idea struck not as query, but pure truth.

The world poses the issue—YES!! Not him. All that defies him merits annihilation. Her chest lifted subtly, pulse firm yet profound. Anything goes to protect him. Her fingers stirred lightly at her sides. He surpasses all... eclipses everything. And then, hushed, near-sacred: I love him!!

Her eyes gentled for the briefest moment.

But then

Her gaze wavered. It stemmed from her eyes drifting, ever so slightly, aside.

To spot Sofia positioned there.

And observing.

Something in Maria’s face tensed right away, her mind pulling back sharply enough for clarity to flood in. No... not right now... she urged herself hastily, her breaths evening out once more. This isn’t the moment...

I must suppress it... her eyes returned to Razeal, her features calming into composure again. Everything requires patience...

Meanwhile, Razeal

Had released her completely.

His palms fell away from her cheeks as he retreated a step, the fervor of that instant fading from his view much quicker than it had ignited, his look reverting to neutrality, more stable, and he gave a subtle nod to her statement.

"Well... that’s good," he remarked offhandedly, as though her words hadn’t borne their true gravity, yet a hint of ease lingered in his voice, faint yet there. At least she’s past wanting to end it all—that counts for something, he mused fleetingly, not probing why it touched him, just accepting that it did, and that sufficed. Not every day does someone pull that off for you...

A subtle, nearly wry notion flitted through his thoughts, but he brushed it aside, redirecting his attention ahead. She’s devoted, that’s obvious, and given her promise, she’ll prove immensely valuable—powerful and reliable.

Though

A tiny fragment of him snagged on a detail.

"I will exist for you"... those words reverberated softly in his head, prompting a minor frown inside, unseen outwardly. That came across a bit strange...? Yet the idea vanished swiftly, cast off without delay. Doesn’t matter.

He advanced nearer once more.

This time with ease.

And rested a hand upon her shoulder.

Firm and steadying.

"You wondered before... why I revived you," he stated, his voice turning a touch more contemplative now.

Maria blinked, her racing thoughts halting as her focus locked back on him fully, attentive, expectant, while Razeal held for a beat before pressing on, his stare wandering not from her but into the idea itself. "Truthfully... I’m not entirely sure," he confessed evenly, detached in his candor. "I barely considered it back then," he appended, then after a short lull, "but perhaps..." his gaze gentled faintly, "perhaps because... you made me feel like I truly matter."

The statement settled softly.

Yet profoundly.

"Prior to that..." he went on, his timbre firm, "...it seemed like... if I perished... nobody would truly mind. For real." His eyes wavered subtly, holding steady but revealing the burden beneath. "Then..." he breathed out gently, "someone goes and does that... for me?" A slight, somewhat uneasy grin formed. "That’s... huge."

Maria’s breath caught softly.

Invisibly, but within.

"I truly value it," he concluded, his words plain, straightforward, genuine without forcing drama. "But absolutely..." his face grew more solemn, "Don’t do it again."

A short silence.

"I hated that sensation."

In that instant, Maria, absorbing every syllable, every gesture, every look, felt an inner stillness grip her as his message sank in, the surroundings appearing to decelerate, his tone resonating in her thoughts.

’you made me feel like I matter’—for whatever reason, that struck harder than all else he’d uttered, not for the obvious sense but for the hidden truth it exposed, and gazing into his eyes, she sensed herself surging with far greater vitality in this instant.

And abruptly

A sharp burst of laughter erupted from Maria’s mouth, initial and piercing, then cascading wildly into ragged, erratic peals. "Haa... hah... haha... hahahaha..." It wasn’t ordinary mirth from wit, but something wildly volatile, like the feelings within had overflowed her frame’s capacity, her frame quivering faintly as the noise poured forth repeatedly.

"Really...? Did I... fhew... hehehe..." she choked back another surge, only intensifying it, her palm rising automatically to her bosom as though to tame the inner tempest, yet it availed nothing, absolutely zilch.

"Kh...khh... hah... hah..." The chuckles fractured through her anew, now frailer, more strained, and as she at last lifted her sight to him, her countenance had transformed—her grin pulled broader than natural, quivering at the borders as if her very visage battled to restrain it...

"You... you appreciate... me...?" she echoed, the phrase emerging nearly fragmented, her stare locked wholly on him, gleaming with unnatural fervor..

"Heh... I knew it..." she murmured, mostly to herself, her breaths ragged, and then, impulsively, without pause or hesitation, she lunged ahead and flung herself at him, her arms encircling his frame in an abrupt, fierce embrace.

"Hey.." Razeal responded on reflex, his form stiffening briefly from the unexpected collision, thrown off by its suddenness, but then he halted, his features easing as he mistook it for simple emotional surge, nothing deeper, so he refrained from shoving her off or objecting, just allowing her to cling while tilting his head toward Sofia with a faint shoulder shrug and subtle head shake, signaling she's merely overcome.

Yet Sofia offered no such response, ignoring it entirely, for her focus locked entirely on Maria, and the sight before her... felt off. Maria wasn't merely embracing him—she gripped him fiercely, her arms squeezing his torso with desperate, almost claiming force, as though striving to merge closer than bodies allowed, her form molding against his like she craved him sensing every curve. That surpassed mere solace; it burned with raw intensity, her face nestled dangerously near his neck.

Sofia's gaze sharpened as she caught Maria's deliberate, slow inhale, savoring his aroma, then repeating it, breaths shaky yet intentional, and that grin... it lingered, expanding, twisting broader with every tick, radiating profound unease, until, sensing the scrutiny, Maria's eyes drifted upward to clash with Sofia's.

In that moment, tension crackled between them.

Abruptly, Maria's grin stretched impossibly wider, her stare pinning Sofia's—not gentle or heartfelt anymore, but piercing, nearly feral, and utterly calculated.

Without averting her eyes, her grip constricted further on Razeal's back, fingers digging in just enough to assert possession, then her tongue glided over her lips in a languid, purposeful flick—subtle yet loaded with blatant tease.

Still staring straight at Sofia, she pressed nearer to Razeal, cheek grazing his neck as she drew in his scent once more, lids drooping briefly before her eyes fluttered back in private ecstasy, and that sealed it.

Sofia's face turned steely at once, eyes slitting with lethal sharpness, primal alarms blaring. This... doesn't fit. The realization hit like thunder, absolute and fierce: Something's amiss with her, beyond mere unease—it rang with conviction, her core screaming this wasn't overflow or gratitude, but something twisted, volatile, clashing with Maria's prior demeanor.

What flipped her so fast? Sofia pondered inwardly, scrutiny intensifying as she dissected each cue—the fervor, the obsession, Maria's every move.

As though Razeal alone filled her world. This transcends normal bonding... it's different, darker, and then a chilling, rational idea emerged.

Hold on... could it be her concept? Sofia wondered, remembering what