I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 450: Sofia Power?

"Umm..." Razeal’s lips twitched slightly as he watched the attack unfold, his gaze steady on the falling pillars, the scale of it registering even for him. He shook his head once, almost unconsciously. The thought came without resistance. He had expected something impressive, but this... this was something else entirely. Still, even as he acknowledged it, there was no conclusion in his mind. Strength like this didn’t automatically decide a fight. Not between people like them. It only made things more interesting.

What stood out more wasn’t just what had already fallen it was what hadn’t.

High above, far beyond the immediate descent, millions of those water pillars still hovered in the sky, suspended, waiting. Only a fraction had been released so far just a few thousand at most. The rest remained untouched, like a second wave that hadn’t even begun yet. Each one held enough mass to devastate terrain on its own. Together... they could erase it.

The pressure in the air shifted.

It wasn’t imagination. The atmosphere itself felt heavier, compressed under the sheer weight of what hung above. Even without direct impact, the presence of that much condensed water altered the space around it. Gravity seemed sharper, denser, pulling everything slightly downward.

The golems reacted.

The twenty half-step Great Saint constructs at the core of the army moved almost instantly, their responses sharp and coordinated. Their hands struck the ground in unison, and in the next moment, the earth answered.

Massive pillars of stone erupted upward from the battlefield, rising thousands of meters into the air in rapid succession. They didn’t stop at forming structures they bent, curved, connected, merging into one another as they rose. Layer by layer, they shaped something larger.

A shield.

No.. not just a shield.

A structure.

Within seconds, those pillars fused together, forming an enormous cube of earth that enclosed the entire golem army inside it. The surface smoothed out rapidly, compressing under its own formation, turning from rough stone into something dense, almost polished. The reinforcement didn’t stop there. The remaining golems inside focused simultaneously, channeling their control into the structure, thickening it, strengthening it further.

It wasn’t ordinary earth anymore. It was condensed elemental mass.

Dense. Reinforced. Stable.

Hundreds of meters thick, supported by thousands upon thousands of interconnected pillars, all bound together into a single defensive construct. The hardness of it surpassed any ordinary materials entirely far beyond steel, far beyond conventional stone. Even a half-step Great Saint would struggle to break through something like that cleanly.

It stood there.

Silent and Unmoving.

Then the first pillar hit.

A sharp shift of wind cut through the air as the descending mass reached critical speed. The water, once fluid, had become something else under pressure compressed, dense, almost solid in behavior.

And then

Impact.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

The sound tore across the battlefield, deep and violent, the kind that didn’t just echo it pushed outward, shaking the ground itself. The cube shuddered under the force, but before the movement could even settle

Another impact.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!

Then another.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The pillars didn’t fall as one they came in sequence, each one striking with its own force, each impact layering over the previous one. Hundreds of them slammed down continuously, their mass turning into raw destructive pressure as they collided against the earth construct.

The ground trembled.

The entire region shook as if a localized earthquake had begun beneath it. Cracks spread outward across the battlefield, dust erupting into the air in thick waves, rising and spreading until visibility dropped.

Even the Silver Shield City felt it.

The walls vibrated underfoot, the stone beneath them shifting just enough to unsettle balance. Some soldiers instinctively steadied themselves, others simply stared, unable to look away.

The noise didn’t stop.

It built.

Each collision added to it, turning into a continuous roar that filled the air, drowning out everything else.

And then.. finally

It ended.

Gradually, the impacts slowed. The last few pillars struck, the sound faded, and what remained was silence broken only by settling debris and distant echoes.

Dust filled the battlefield, thick and heavy, obscuring everything beneath it.

For a moment, no one spoke.

No one moved.

Then the dust began to clear.

Slowly.

The outlines of the battlefield returned first the horizon, the terrain, the shattered ground.

And then the full scene came into view.

The cube was gone.

Not broken.

Not cracked.

Just Gone.

The ground where it had stood was flattened, pressed down violently under the repeated impacts. It wasn’t just damaged it had been forced inward, leaving behind deep, uneven depressions across the terrain. Water spread outward in every direction, pooling along the edges, splashing across the carved ground, filling the newly formed craters.

The entire battlefield had changed.

Where there had been an army millions of constructs, reinforced, organized, prepared

There was now only terrain.

Broken and Wet.

Silent.

On the wall, no one spoke.

Several soldiers stood with their mouths slightly open, their expressions frozen somewhere between disbelief and realization. Others simply stared, their eyes wide, trying to process what they had just witnessed.

No one needed to say anything.

The result was clear.

The land had sunk in.

Not cracked. Not shattered in fragments. Pressed down hundreds of meters deep in some places, as if something had forced the entire surface inward and held it there. Whatever had been inside that massive earth cube millions of golems, reinforced structures, condensed elemental layers was gone. There was no sign of intact bodies, no visible remains of the formation. Just scattered debris. Broken fragments of stone. Small, irregular pieces spread across a flattened, water-soaked terrain.

It looked less like a battlefield now and more like the aftermath of a meteor strike.

The ground was uneven, carved, and drenched. Pools of water collected along the edges of the impact zones, slowly settling into the newly formed depressions. Some areas were still shifting, loose earth sliding inward where the force had pushed too deep.

And above it

Silence.

Sofia floated just ahead of the wall, a few feet in the air, arms crossed, her posture relaxed. She didn’t move much. Just watched. Her lips curved slightly, not in pride, but in quiet satisfaction as if the result had matched exactly what she expected.

Behind her, no one spoke.

The soldiers were completely silent.

Even the ones who had faced death minutes ago, who had stood ready to die without hesitation, now just stared. The energy that had driven them earlier was gone, replaced by something heavier something closer to disbelief.

Grace lifted a hand to her face and rubbed her eyes once, slowly, as if that might change what she was seeing. It didn’t. The battlefield remained exactly as it was. She lowered her hand again, her expression unsteady, struggling to process it.

Nyssa and Kharvek didn’t move at all.

But both of them felt it.

A quiet, involuntary shiver.

They understood what that attack meant. Even for Great Saints, that level of impact wasn’t survivable not in that quantity, not at that speed. One or two, maybe even a handful, could be endured with enough preparation or resistance.

But thousands at once?

There wouldn’t be anything left to resist with.

Nyssa swallowed slightly, her gaze shifting upward for a brief moment, then back to Sofia.

The thought came uninvited, but it stayed.

Her eyes lingered on Sofia now, really looking at her for the first time not as an unknown ally, not as someone standing beside Razeal, but as an individual force.

Then Sofia turned slightly.

"So," she said, her tone light, almost amused, "What do you think now?"

No one answered immediately.

Nyssa didn’t even try.

She lifted a hand to her face, pressing her fingers lightly against her forehead, exhaling slowly. "This is... ridiculous," she muttered under her breath, not in denial, but in quiet frustration. "You’re both..." She didn’t finish the sentence. There wasn’t a clean way to say it. Razeal. Sofia. Both of them.

It wasn’t fear. It was something else.

Maria’s voice cut through the silence.

"Look," she said, pointing toward the battlefield.

Several sets of eyes followed her gesture.

At first, it wasn’t obvious.

Then it became clear.

Fragments of stone scattered across the ground were shifting. Slowly gathering. Pulling inward toward small central points.

Golem cores.

A few had survived maybe.

Not many, but enough.

The debris around them began to move, drawn back together, forming incomplete shapes, attempting to rebuild into functional bodies.

Maria narrowed her eyes slightly. "Some are still intact."

Almost in voice as if taunting Sofia for this showoff.

Sofia didn’t turn around.

But her expression shifted.

Just her eyes twitched at Maria’s Audacity.

Then

Without warning suddenly.. more pillars dropped.

From the sky above, thousands of additional water columns broke free and descended again, faster than before, cleaner, more direct. There was no pause this time, no buildup just execution.

They struck the battlefield in rapid succession.

BOOM.

BOOM. BOOM.

The ground shook again, deeper this time, the impacts driving the already broken terrain further down. The remaining structures half-formed, incomplete were crushed before they could even stabilize.

Water spread again across the surface, flooding the deeper sections, filling newly formed cavities as the land compacted further under repeated force.

By the time the impacts stopped

Nothing moved.

Not even fragments.

Sofia glancing down toward Maria, her lips curved faintly.

"What were you saying?" she asked calmly. "I couldn’t hear you over the noise." Her long beautiful hairs flying due to strong wind created from impact behind her.

Nancy let out a quiet breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her eyes still fixed on Sofia. "She’s... insane," she murmured, but there was no fear in it only awe. "That’s actually insane..."

Maria snorted, looking away with a faint scowl. "What’s so impressive about that," she muttered. "I could probably do something better once I recover."

Her tone was dismissive, but it came a fraction too quickly.

She folded her arms, then paused, something clicking in her mind.

Her gaze snapped back to Sofia.

"Wait," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Didn’t you say you can’t use magic? And that your relic doesn’t work outside water?"

Her voice sharpened slightly.

"So how exactly did you just do all this?"

"Because I don’t have any relica in first place... Nor do I need any magic," Sofia answered simply.

Maria frowned immediately, her brows pulling together. "Then how?" she pressed, her tone sharp with curiosity and irritation.

Sofia lifted a hand and idly brushed a strand of her ocean-blue hair back, the motion light, almost careless. "Water just listens to me," she said, as if that explained everything.

There was a brief pause.

Maria stared at her.

"...What does that even mean?" she snapped, clearly not satisfied. "Water listens to you?"

Sofia didn’t rush to clarify. She just smiled, watching Maria’s reaction with quiet amusement, clearly enjoying the irritation she was causing.

"You mean..." Maria tried again, slower this time, forcing herself to think it through. "Water moves according to your command?"

Sofia gave a small nod.

Maria’s expression shifted instantly.

"Wtf..." she muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Sofia more carefully now, as if trying to find some hidden trick behind those words. Around them, the others were no better Nyssa, Grace, Kharvek all watching, all trying to process what that actually implied.

Maria wasn’t done.

"Then... wait," she continued, hesitating slightly as she tried to phrase it properly. "If that’s true... if you gave a command to something bigger like..." she paused, glancing briefly toward the horizon as if imagining it, "...the ocean... would it listen too? You could just move it? Without using energy? Without casting anything?"

Sofia tilted her head slightly.

"I wonder," she said, her lips curving into a faint, unreadable smile.

She didn’t answer directly.

She didn’t need to.

Maria understood anyway.

Her face went blank for a second.

Then slightly pale.

"That’s just... wrong," she muttered under her breath, almost annoyed now. "That doesn’t even make sense. How is that even allowed? That’s not how anything should works."

It genuinely felt unfair.

Unbalanced.

Like the rules themselves were being ignored.

Razeal exhaled under his breath, the sound barely audible. "I hate... imperial-grade bloodlines." The words stayed contained, more thought than voice, his lips twitching faintly as he leaned back, listening from the side without drawing attention to himself. The conversation continued around him, but his mind had already begun to spiral in its own direction. If Sofia could really do what she claimed if even half of it was true then what exactly was stopping her from dragging an entire kingdom beneath the ocean? No... not just a kingdom. Even empire? The idea didn’t feel exaggerated the longer he sat with it. It felt disturbingly plausible.

He could almost hear her saying it in that same calm, matter-of-fact tone. Fighting on land is inconvenient. Then, without warning, the battlefield would shift ground collapsing into nothing as everything was swallowed by an endless mass of water, the world itself forced under the ocean. And then she would simply adjust, as if asking.. Comfortable now? Let’s fight?

Razeal pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, suppressing a dry, humorless reaction. That kind of power wasn’t just overwhelming it was absurd. The kind of absurd that didn’t leave room for counters, only survival, if that.

Lucky, he admitted to himself. Lucky she was on his side.

At least for now. And luckier still that there were only three people in the entire world who carried an imperial-grade bloodline. Even so, the thought left a bitter weight in his chest. Some people clawed their way up from nothing, breaking themselves over and over just to gain a fraction of strength. Others were simply born into it, handed something immeasurable before they even understood its value. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t balanced. And for the first time in a while, he found himself genuinely irritated by that fact.

Still, irritation didn’t change reality. If it ever came down to it if he and Sofia actually fought he couldn’t pretend it would be simple. He didn’t see himself losing. That much remained firm.

But at the same time... he couldn’t clearly picture himself fighting an ocean size colossal.

How do one even fight something like that? An entire ocean rising at once, compressing, shaping itself into a colossal figure towering over him a water giant capable of crushing everything in its path. Or worse, something unpredictable streams of water forming into living shapes, sharks launching from her palms like weapons, fast, relentless, impossible to fully track. The image settled in his head longer than he liked, and he quietly exhaled through his nose, grounding himself.

He stayed silent, choosing not to interrupt. There was nothing useful he could add, not yet.

Maria, meanwhile, still looked deeply dissatisfied, her expression tight, clearly unwilling to accept what she had just heard, even if she had no way to refute it.

Nyssa and the others weren’t much better.

They had heard it.

Understood it.

And now didn’t know what to do with that information.

Because if it was true.. even partially

Then what Sofia had just shown them wasn’t even close to her limit.

And that thought alone was enough to leave them uneasy.

Still no one said anything. Not because they fully believed what she meant but because there was no reason to challenge it. Strength spoke for itself, and she had just demonstrated more than enough. No one there was foolish enough to argue with someone who could erase a battlefield in seconds. So the silence held, not out of doubt, but quiet acceptance.

Lord Kharvek cleared his throat after a moment, still visibly shaken, though he tried to steady himself.

"It seems... I was worrying for nothing," he said, his voice low, controlled. He looked toward Sofia, hesitating briefly. "Thank you... miss." He chose his words carefully, even if she appeared younger respect came naturally after witnessing that.

Sofia gave a small nod, acknowledging it without much thought, her attention briefly shifting to Maria with a faint, knowing glance.

Kharvek continued, his tone turning more thoughtful. "Still... this attack pattern was strange. Those golems... they weren’t acting like a force meant to finish things quickly. Twenty half-step Great Saint constructs... they could have pushed directly for the city. Broken the walls. Forced a decisive clash. But they didn’t." He paused, frowning slightly.

"It felt... deliberate. Like they were holding back. Not to destroy but to spread fear. Panic. Exhaustion." His gaze drifted toward the devastated battlefield. "To wear people down in pain and suffering."

He exhaled slowly before looking back at Razeal and Sofia. "But since with you both lord and lady being here... I assume attacks at this level won’t be a problem anymore." There was a trace of hesitation in his voice, but also relief.

Sofia didn’t dwell on it. She simply nodded again. Whether they relied on her or not didn’t matter much to her respect like that was something she had grown up with. It wasn’t new.

She lowered herself from the air and stepped down lightly in front of Razeal, her posture immediately shifting, her tone changing just as quickly.

"Husband," she said, leaning slightly forward, her voice bright now, almost playful, "so... how did I do?"

Razeal paused for a second.

"...Umm," he started, clearly not used to giving praise like this. He glanced once at the battlefield flattened, silent, completely erased then back at her. "Marvelous," he said finally, a bit stiffly. Then, after a brief hesitation, he added, "Cleaner than I could’ve done it... yeah."

Sofia’s smile widened immediately.