I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 421: Fear?

"I am not.. NO matter which version of the story you choose to believe."

"Though I would love... for all of you to understand something clearly," Razeal’s voice cut through the silence, low at first, but carrying a sharp, freezing edge that seemed to settle over everyone like frost, "That.. This is none of your business," he continued, his crimson eyes moving from one face to another Sofia, Maria, Levy, Aurora, Yograj each glance deliberate, each one colder than the last.

"So stop trying... to look at me like that," his tone hardened further, "those pity-filled... sorry-filled eyes," he said with faint disgust curling at the edge of his expression, "I am not someone who should be looked at with such low... insignificant emotions," and then, quieter, but somehow heavier, "it disgusts me," and the final word didn’t need to be loud it landed with enough force to make the air itself feel tense.

Sofia inhaled sharply through her nose, her jaw tightening as she looked at him, frustration rising almost instantly, Why does he always do this...? she yelled internally, her thoughts sharper than her outward expression, Why does he always twist everything like this? because she could see it clearly now, more clearly than ever this wasn’t anger at them, not really, it was something else entirely, something deeper and more fractured, and it made her chest tighten with a mix of irritation and something far more painful; to him, any softness, any concern, any emotional response that wasn’t strength or indifference... became weakness, became insult, became something he rejected, as if being cared for meant being looked down upon, as if sympathy meant he was lesser, broken, vulnerable in a way he refused to accept, and she could feel how wrong that was, how much he was misunderstanding everything, and it frustrated her, deeply, He doesn’t even let anyone be human toward him... she realized, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched him, He pushes everything away...? and then blames others for trying, and the more she thought about it, the more it irritated her not just because of what he said, but because of what it revealed

It was like he had built invisible walls around himself thick, impenetrable walls made of pride, pain, and control and the only emotions he allowed through those walls were ones that matched his strength, his intensity, his dominance, but the moment someone tried to step closer with something softer, something genuine... he shut it down, immediately, aggressively, as if protecting something fragile he refused to acknowledge even existed.

And now... the atmosphere in the room shifted completely, tightening into something heavy and suffocating, no one speaking, no one moving, just watching him, absorbing the weight of his words, because there was no easy response to that, no simple way to counter it without escalating things further.

Yograj’s gaze flickered briefly toward Levy and Aurora, the three of them exchanging silent looks, not confused, not entirely but cautious, measuring the situation without stepping into it, while Maria... remained still, her eyes fixed on Razeal, but unlike before, there was no shock in them now, no confusion only emotion, deep and raw, her expression softening in a way that directly contradicted his words, He’s hurt... she realized, the thought forming clearly in her mind, He’s not rejecting us... he’s rejecting what it makes him feel, and that realization didn’t push her away it pulled her closer, emotionally, because now she understood just how deeply everything had twisted inside him, just how broken the concept of care had become for him; the silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable

Until suddenly.. cough a sharp, weak sound broke through it, cutting across the tension like a crack in glass.

"Cough... cough!!" Nancy’s body jerked slightly as the sound forced its way out of her, her breathing uneven, fragile, her condition visibly worsening by the second, and that single interruption snapped everyone’s attention away from Razeal’s words and back to reality.

Razeal blinked as if pulling himself out of whatever mental space he had slipped into, his gaze dropping immediately to Nancy, and the sight of her pale, barely conscious, her body struggling to hold itself together was enough to ground him, to redirect his focus entirely, and without hesitation, he turned, his expression returning to something far more composed, far more controlled, as he looked directly at Riven.

"Heal her," he said, his tone firm, not aggressive, not emotional just direct, as he gestured slightly toward Nancy.

And.. Riven tilted his head slightly in confusion at that.. his expression shifting into something almost curious and amused expressions.. as if he hadn’t expected that request not at all..

And definitely not from him.. Razeal? Asking for assistance.. especially from him? Wow! Riven was taken aback, although Razeal’s tone sounded more like a command than a plea.

Riven simply observed him, remaining silent as he analyzed the situation.

The pause stretched, thick with unspoken tension, until Aurora stepped forward slightly. Her voice, though gentle, was swift, breaking the moment before it could intensify further. "Let me assist," she offered, her gaze sweeping from Razeal to Riven, clearly perceiving the underlying strain.

"I can handle it... it will only require a moment," she added, proposing a solution that aimed to bypass any unnecessary conflict.

Aurora, who had been watching the unfolding scene, could feel the palpable tension in the air escalating. The atmosphere felt charged, especially given Razeal's intense stare directed at Riven—a stare that now seemed challenging to the very being he had hailed as a Supreme God mere moments before. She couldn't shake the feeling that this situation was heading towards an unfavorable outcome.

Her approach was measured, careful not to challenge Razeal's decree but to present a viable alternative. This alternative was designed to maintain equilibrium, as stability was paramount for holding the precarious situation together at that moment.

Aurora paused only for an instant before stepping forward. Her instincts urged her to intervene, to de-escalate what was rapidly devolving into a volatile standoff. From her perspective, the matter extended beyond merely healing Nancy; it was about preventing a far more significant catastrophe.

"Avoid unnecessary conflict with a divine being... that should be the priority," she told herself, her mind racing to assess potential outcomes, risks, and consequences. The logical conclusion was straightforward: intervene early, resolve the issue, and prevent any escalation. "Allow me..." she began, her voice steady and composed as she moved to offer aid, but her words were cut short.

"No." Razeal's voice sliced through her statement, firm and final. Strikingly, he didn't even turn to acknowledge her, his attention locked solely on Riven as if nothing else held significance. His action was solely to halt her.

Aurora stopped in her tracks, her brow furrowing slightly as she processed his abrupt refusal. She shifted her gaze towards him, attempting to discern if his stance was mere obstinacy or something more calculated.

"He is the reason she was injured," Razeal continued, his tone even yet underscored by an unyielding resolve. "Therefore, he shall be the one to mend her." His words left no space for debate, devoid of any hesitation or softness—a decision already cemented.

Aurora's lips parted as if to protest, "But..." she started, yet the instant her eyes met Razeal's, she was met with an intensity that was sharp and unwavering, conveying everything she needed to know. The words dissolved before fully forming. *This fool is serious... seriously, does he even consider the consequences?* she thought internally, a wave of frustration washing over her despite her composure.

Her judgment was swift and definitive.

It was peculiar. Less than half a day had passed, and she was already doubting her husband's decision to place them under this man's tutelage. And already, it felt fraught with trouble—not minor inconvenience, but significant peril.

It was as if they had just arrived, and he was already provoking a confrontation with a god. She had genuinely underestimated her boss's extraordinary talent for attracting—or perhaps generating—problems.

Nancy, her consciousness flickering, could only watch from the ground. Her vision was blurred, but it remained fixed on Razeal's unmoving, unyielding form. Even in her weakened state, something about his presence offered a strange sense of grounding, though she couldn't quite articulate why.

Riven, conversely, appeared genuinely taken aback for a fleeting moment. His eyebrows rose slightly as he studied Razeal, as if re-evaluating him entirely. *Is he... ordering me?* The thought surfaced, not offensive, but undeniably intriguing and unexpected. Then, slowly, a smile crept across his face, tinged with amusement and perhaps a touch of disbelief at the sheer audacity.

"Oh... is that so?" he murmured, his voice low, carrying a distinct hint of amusement as he met Razeal's gaze directly.

"Yes." Razeal offered no hesitation, no waver. He then took a step forward.

That single movement was enough to alter the room's atmosphere once more, the tension snapping taut, becoming sharper. Almost instantly, the others reacted.

Levy, Aurora, and Yograj all stiffened, their gazes sharpening. Even Sofia's breath hitched slightly, and the very air seemed to thicken. They all grasped the same imminent danger simultaneously: this confrontation could escalate into a physical fight, and not just any fight, but one involving a god. A Supreme, damned god? The realization alone caused sweat to bead subtly on their foreheads, their instincts screaming for caution.

Everyone... except Maria.

She remained stationary, her gaze locked onto Razeal’s retreating form. Though her expression seemed unreadable at first glance, her mind was in turmoil. He’s… defending her? she pondered, her eyes momentarily flicking to Nancy before returning to him. Against a god…? A sense of unease settled within her, indicating this was no simple matter of justice. Is she truly that important to him? The question echoed, quickly followed by another: Or is this merely his pride? His inherent refusal to yield? His compulsion to confront any challenge? All these possibilities seemed plausible.

She found herself unable to disentangle these thoughts, unsure which one held the truth. Strangely, despite understanding the peril and acknowledging her own extreme vulnerability—perhaps even more so than Nancy at that precise moment—she felt no fear. This very absence of fear unsettled her, feeling unnatural.

How peculiar… she mused faintly, a sense of detachment washing over her. Why am I not afraid…? No answer presented itself. Perhaps it was because she had already faced death once. Perhaps her nature had shifted in the aftermath… Was it due to her evolution or some other factor? Or perhaps… she truly had no explanation.

Meanwhile, on the other side… Razeal was now gripping Riven by the neck. Riven, however, seemed to permit this, a smile gracing his features as he met Razeal’s gaze.

"Make me," Riven stated, his voice light and almost playful. He leaned into the grip rather than pulling away, as if encouraging further pressure.

"I’m curious… what exactly can you do… to make me?" His tone carried a subtle challenge, devoid of fear or concern, as if the notion of Razeal posing a genuine threat was simply not registering, even appearing amusing to him.

Razeal’s grip intensified slightly, not enough to inflict harm but sufficient to assert dominance. His crimson eyes flared, darkening and sharpening, a flicker of something more sinister passing through them. "I’m not joking," he declared, his voice low and dangerous. Each word was deliberate. "And if you push this… you might actually regret what I might do." For a fleeting moment, the sheer intensity in his eyes caused the surrounding space to feel unstable, as if an unseen force was stirring just beneath the surface. Yet, Riven remained unfazed.

"And I said…" Riven responded, his smile unwavering. His eyes met Razeal’s without a trace of hesitation. "…make me." Even with Razeal’s hand on his neck and the tension escalating to its peak, he leaned in slightly, almost provocatively. It was as though the threat itself was merely an object of interest, something to be observed rather than feared.

"You have ten seconds…" Riven began, each word drawn out slowly and deliberately, like a clock ticking down in his mind. "Or next time…" As he leaned in a fraction closer, his crimson eyes locking onto Razeal’s with an almost suffocating intensity, his lips formed a sharp, vicious smile that held no mirth, only purpose.

"I’ll be visiting your home."

"And I’m sure your mother would love to hear…" his voice dropped, adopting an almost mocking gentleness. "That the child in her womb was killed or erased…" He tilted his head slightly, as if contemplating the impact of his words before delivering them with calculated precision.

"Then taken over… by some old wandering soul with a mission." His smile widened infinitesimally, becoming darker and sharper.

"And then born as her son… That what she gave birth to… wasn’t her son at all, but a Man… an existence older than her entire bloodline combined." It was at this precise moment that Riven’s composure finally fractured.

The smile that had been steadfast until now vanished instantly, not fading but shattering. His eyes widened slightly before narrowing again, his pupils trembling in a manner that had not occurred even once since Razeal had grasped him. For the first time, a genuine emotion surfaced—not amusement, not curiosity, but something akin to shock… and beneath that, something even more profound.

"No…" Riven’s voice emerged lower than before, less assured, less composed. "…you won’t," he stated, but a hesitation had crept in, a crack appearing in the confidence he had displayed moments prior. "And… I didn’t kill her son," he added hastily, almost defensively. His words tumbled out faster than usual, as if he were attempting to retract or correct something before it could fully register. "It wasn’t like that… it was a different process… I was the one who was meant to be born," he insisted, his gaze fixed on Razeal's, attempting to push back, to regain command of the situation. Razeal, however, remained unmoved.

Instead, his smile deepened, subtly but undeniably, as if Riven’s reaction had precisely confirmed what he had intended.

"I’m sure..." Razeal softly replied, a hint of amusement now in his tone. "They’ll believe me. And that’s all I need." His words were not a question, nor a challenge, but a statement of absolute certainty, the kind that required no external validation.

Riven’s jaw tightened at this, his expression hardening once more, though not completely returning to its previous state.

"You won’t do that," he repeated, his voice firmer this time, yet the earlier hesitation had not entirely vanished. Razeal leaned in slightly, his voice dropping, becoming quieter but infinitely more menacing.

"I will," he stated, devoid of any exaggeration or theatrics. It was a plain and absolute declaration.

"Believe me," Razeal continued, his gaze unwavering. "I’ll tell your mother... your father... your elder sister..." he enumerated them slowly, deliberately, "And even that lover of yours whom you cannot have..." At this, a subtle yet visible shift occurred in Riven’s expression. "I’ll tell them all."

"That you are nothing but a fabrication... an old fox concealed within a borrowed skin,"

"I will tear your entire family apart, limb by limb, if I must. If that is what it takes to make you cease this defiance."

Riven remained silent for a moment, his expression morphing into something colder, more serious than before. His silence was more profound than any words he could have uttered, for Riven now understood this was no mere provocation or empty threat; Razeal was fully prepared to act. For the first time since their encounter began, Riven truly hesitated.

Razeal perceived this hesitation, and his expression twisted slightly, not in anger, but in something far darker, resembling satisfaction more than anything else.

"And if that still isn’t sufficient..." he added, his voice descending into something chillingly cold, "Then I will personally end the lives of every single person you hold dear."

"And you know what? You can’t do a single damn thing to stop me," Razeal declared, his voice brimming with malice.

That was the precise moment when everything irrevocably shifted.

Riven’s pupils trembled again, more noticeably this time, his breath catching almost imperceptibly—not enough for most to detect, but enough to be real, enough to shatter his carefully maintained facade. This was no longer about power, dominance, or control; it concerned something far more personal, something he could neither dismiss nor outmaneuver. For the first time, no words emerged from him—no rebuttal, no challenge, no smile—only silence. He stood there, gazing into Razeal’s eyes, and within that silence lay something unfamiliar, something rare: hesitation... and perhaps... a hint of fear?

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