I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 473: A First Look at True Supremacy

"Do you even understand what that means? I just recognized your ability. Do you know how many warriors from my generation would die just to hear a word of acknowledgement from me?" A small laugh escaped him. "That should be exciting for you. It should mean something."

"It probably would," Razeal admitted.

"For most people." He rubbed the back of his neck lightly before continuing.

"But excitement only exists when you actually care about recognition." His voice became quieter for a moment. Not sad. Just matter-of-fact.

"Who exactly am I supposed to show my achievements to?" His eyes drifted away for a second. "People work hard because they want someone to see it. Parents. Siblings. Friends. Lovers. Someone they care about." The wind blew through his silver hair as he continued.

"People want others to recognize their effort. To be proud of them. To look at them and say they did well." A faint smile appeared on his face, but it held no joy. "But I don’t really have that.. Well one time i had desire like this but i didn’t had capabilities at that time.. but when i had capabilities? Those.. people.. well.. yeah."

For a brief moment, even Zane became silent.

Razeal continued speaking before the old man could interrupt.

"So eventually the desire disappears. Strength just become strength. Achievements just become achievements. They just stoped meaning much." He shrugged again.

"Whether it’s a Supreme or even someone above that... even if I defeat them, it’s honestly just another thing I have to do.. More like a bother to me.." He pointed toward Zane.

"It’s not that I desperately want to defeat you. It’s not that I’m excited about it. It’s just something standing in my way." Then he finished with complete honesty. "And that’s why it’s boring."

Silence.

The battlefield itself seemed to become quieter.

Even the distant people watching from the walls had fallen completely silent.

Zane stared at him for several long seconds.

Then suddenly he lowered his head.

"...Bother, huh?"

The words escaped him quietly.

A strange expression appeared on his face before he shook his head and laughed.

"Hahaha..."

It wasn’t mocking.

It sounded more nostalgic than anything else.

"Maybe that’s just the boiling blood of youth."

His laughter slowly faded.

"You know, it’s normal to think strangely when you’re seventeen or eighteen."

He pointed toward himself.

"When I was your age, I also thought I understood everything."

A grin appeared.

"I used to avoid standing on rooftops because I thought my own weight would collapse them."

He laughed at the memory.

"But even then..." His gaze returned to Razeal. "It was never on this level."

His eyes narrowed.

"To call a fight against Supreme a bother?"

His voice carried genuine disbelief.

"You really don’t understand what that title means, do you?"

The air around him became slightly heavier.

Not intentionally.

Just naturally.

The pressure of a Supreme.

"Were you serious when you said that?" Zane asked. "You truly wouldn’t feel anything after defeating someone like me?"

His gaze sharpened.

"Just who the fuck are you, kid?"

For the first time, some seriousness entered his voice.

"Do you really not feel fear?"

He pointed directly at the ground between them.

The distance separating them was barely a few steps.

"You are standing two feet away from life and death."

His finger shifted from Razeal toward himself.

"You can die."

The words were simple.

Blunt and super Real.

"This isn’t some game."

His hand tightened around the handle of his greatsword.

"I won’t spare you."

The warmth from before slowly disappeared.

"I don’t care about your background."

"I don’t care about your talent."

"I don’t care who stands behind you."

His eyes became cold.

"Tday I will kill you."

The pressure surrounding him rose slightly.

The cracked ground beneath his feet trembled.

"This is serious."

Yet the moment those words left his mouth, Razeal suddenly chuckled.

Not nervously.

Not forced.

Genuinely amused.

The sound alone made Zane’s eyebrows twitch.

Razeal looked at him as if he had just heard something funny.

Then he shook his head.

"You talk about yourself as if you’re some giant existence."

His lips curved upward.

"Someone above god or something?"

The smile wasn’t disrespectful.

If anything, it felt honest.

That made it even stranger.

Zane stared at him.

Meanwhile, Razeal continued.

"Fear?"

He repeated the word.

Then laughed quietly again.

"Trust me.

His eyes met Zane’s directly.

"I’ve stood face to face with people stronger than you.. Played this game of life and death with them.." He pointed at the distance between them aswell with his finger.

The smile slowly disappeared.

"And I did that when I was much weaker than I am now."

For the first time, there was absolute certainty in his voice.

No bragging.

No exaggeration

Just certainty.

"So tell me something."

He tilted his head.

"If I wasn’t afraid of them..."

The wind suddenly became still.

The battlefield seemed to hold its breath.

"Why would I be afraid of you?"

The question hung in the air.

Simple and direct

Razeal looked at him calmly.

"When I was weaker, I survived things far worse."

His crimson eyes remained completely steady.

"So now that I’m stronger..."

A faint smile returned.

"...what exactly am I supposed to fear from someone weaker than those people?"

This time it was Zane who fell silent.

Not because he believed the claim.

Not completely.

But because Razeal had said it without even the slightest hesitation.

Without a trace of doubt.

And for some reason... That confidence felt far more unsettling than arrogance ever could.

After some long seconds just looking at razeals face

Zane finally pushed himself upright from where he had been leaning against his greatsword. The massive blade scraped lightly against the shattered ground as he lifted it free and rested it across his shoulder. His expression carried neither anger nor hatred now. If anything, there was a strange disappointment in his eyes as he looked at the young man standing before him.

"It is a shame," he said while slowly shaking his head. "A real sad shame." His voice was calm and heavy. "Someone worthy of being remembered by this era... someone with talent like yours..." He paused before exhaling softly. "Will disappear because of his own stupidity."

The words were not spoken as an insult.

At least not entirely.

Zane genuinely believed them.

He had lived long enough to see countless geniuses rise and fall. Some were killed by enemies. Some by bad luck. Most by their own arrogance.

And standing before him now was perhaps the greatest genius he had ever personally seen.

Yet that same genius was standing directly in front of a Supreme as if nothing was wrong.

As if death was not even a possibility.

As if a Supreme was merely another obstacle on the road.

To Zane, that was stupidity.

Razeal, however, simply chuckled.

The sound carried across the silent battlefield.

He shook his own head.

"You think your strength is enough to make me disappear from this era?"

His crimson eyes narrowed slightly.

"It isn’t."

The confidence in his voice remained completely unchanged.

Not a single crack.

Not a single doubt.

Then a faint smile slowly appeared on his face.

"And you’re mistaken about one very important thing."

Zane raised an eyebrow.

Razeal pointed lightly toward himself.

"This era won’t define me."

The wind blew through his silver hair.

His crimson eyes seemed almost brighter than before.

"This era will be defined by me."

The words were simple.

Yet the confidence behind them made them feel absurdly heavy.

Even Zane paused for a brief moment.

Far above the battlefield, Merisa’s breathing stopped for a second.

On the city wall, Lord Kael and the others stared silently.

Even Nerrisa’s smile widened.

The confidence coming from Razeal did not sound like boasting.

That was what made it unsettling.

He sounded as though he was simply stating a fact.

"This era..." Razeal continued quietly.

"It will be carried by my name.. known by my name.. Not my name known by this era."

Silence followed.

For several seconds neither man moved.

Then suddenly

"Hahaha!"

Zane burst into laughter.

A loud, genuine laugh.

The kind that came from deep within the chest.

He laughed so hard that he actually had to wipe the corner of one eye.

"Good."

His grin widened.

"Very good."

He pointed his sword toward Razeal.

"At least you’re entertaining."

Then his smile slowly faded.

"Though we’ll see about that."

The atmosphere around him changed.

Not violently.

Not suddenly.

But steadily.

Like a mountain slowly revealing itself from beneath clouds.

"Honestly, kid..." Zane said while looking at him carefully. "I don’t think you understand what you’re doing."

His voice became calmer.

More serious.

"I don’t think you understand what you’re saying either ."

The battlefield grew quieter.

"I don’t think you understand what a Supreme actually is."

The ground beneath his feet trembled faintly.

Not because he was releasing power.

Just because he existed there.

"You say you’re going to stop me."

His eyes shifted toward Silver Shield City behind Razeal.

"The city behind you."

Then back toward Razeal.

"That is what you’re protecting, right?"

Razeal remained silent.

Zane nodded.

"Then let me tell you something."

His voice became heavier.

"That is impossible."

The words struck like stones.

"Even if another Supreme stood where you are standing now..."

His gaze sharpened.

"Even if that Supreme was stronger than me..."

He slowly spread one hand.

"He still wouldn’t be able to protect a shit about that thing or even any thing."

Far away on the wall, Lord Kael’s expression changed slightly.

Lady Veyra narrowed her eyes.

They understood exactly what Zane meant.

A fight between Supremes was not simply a duel.

It was a disaster.

A natural catastrophe.

Entire regions could be reshaped.

Mountains could disappear.

Rivers could change direction.

Cities could vanish.

That was why Supremes were feared.

Zane pointed toward the battlefield around them.

"You seem to think fighting a Supreme and protecting something from a Supreme are the same thing."

He shook his head.

"They are not."

His voice carried decades of experience.

"Maybe someone can fight me."

"Maybe someone can even kill me."

"But stopping me from destroying everything around us while doing it?"

He laughed softly.

"That is another fuckinggg matter entirely."

His eyes narrowed.

"Think about it."

The sword on his shoulder seemed even larger now.

"How exactly does that make sense?"

Razeal simply listened.

Not arguing.

Not interrupting.

Just watching.

Zane eventually sighed.

"Anyway."

A small smile appeared.

"It was nice meeting you."

He extended one hand toward Razeal.

"My name is Zane Rock."

The introduction felt strangely sincere.

Like an older warrior acknowledging a younger one.

Then his smile disappeared.

"And before you die..."

His voice lowered.

"I’ll show you what the real might of a Supreme actually looks like."

Far above the clouds, Merisa’s expression instantly tightened.

Nerrisa’s playful smile widened slightly.

Even they knew something was about to happen.

Down below, Razeal remained completely still.

Zane noticed.

Then suddenly his eyes lit up slightly.

"HhOh."

He nodded once.

"That meteor spell of yours."

His gaze drifted toward the countless craters scattered across the battlefield.

"The giant burning rocks falling from the sky?"

A genuine look of appreciation appeared on his face.

"That was impressive magic."

He gave an approving nod.

"Very impressive."

Then he slowly raised one hand toward the sky.

The movement was simple.

Effortless.

Almost lazy.

"Now let me show you mine."

His voice became quiet.

The hand continued rising.

"Though there will be a little difference."

The moment his arm fully extended

Everything became still.

No explosion.

No shockwave.

No light.

No aura burst.

No pressure.

Nothing.

Zane simply looked upward.

Then spoke.

"Eternal Mountain."

His voice was little more than a whisper.

Yet somehow the words seemed to spread across the entire battlefield.

Then

They waited..

Second went by..?

But..

Nothing?

Nothing happened?

Absolutely nothing.

The sky remained unchanged.

The clouds remained where they were.

The wind continued moving.

No magical circles appeared.

No energy surged.

No mountains descended.

No explosions followed.

The battlefield remained exactly as it had been moments before.

Several seconds passed.

Then more.

Still nothing.

On the city wall, confusion immediately appeared.

Lord Kael frowned.

Lady Veyra blinked.

Even Grace looked puzzled.

"Did he..."

"Miss?"

One soldier whispered nervously.

Nobody answered.

Meanwhile, Zane simply lowered his hand.

A satisfied smile slowly appeared on his face.

As though he had already completed everything he intended to do.

As though the spell had already been cast.

As though the battle had already entered a completely different stage.

"What? What exactly did he do?" Lord Kael whispered, his voice low but tense. His old eyes immediately swept across the battlefield. Left. Right. Above. Behind. Everywhere. He had clearly seen Zane raise his hand. He had clearly heard him cast the spell.

Yet nothing had happened? No explosion? No shockwave? No strange phenomenon? Nothing? The battlefield looked exactly the same as before. Yet somehow that only made him more uneasy. A Supreme would never waste movements. If he cast a spell, then the spell existed. The problem was that none of them could see it.

The other lords were no different. Lord Kharvek’s brows were deeply furrowed. Grace unconsciously tightened her fingers together. Even the soldiers stationed along the Bone Wall had become nervous. Their eyes continuously moved around the battlefield, searching for danger. Some looked toward the sky. Others toward the ground beneath their feet. A few even glanced behind themselves as if expecting an attack from another direction. The unknown was always more frightening than something visible.

"I... don’t know," Lady Veyra whispered. Her playful attitude had completely disappeared. Her dark eyes had narrowed while her senses stretched outward as far as she could possibly push them. Every thread of mana perception she possessed was scanning the battlefield repeatedly. "But prepare yourselves. I don’t have a good feeling about this." Her voice was serious. Very serious.

For perhaps the first time since arriving, Lady Veyra felt genuinely uncomfortable.

Because she couldn’t find anything.

Nothing at all.

And that was impossible.

A Supreme had cast a spell.

Yet a Great Saint like herself couldn’t even identify where the attack was?

That fact alone was enough to send chills down her spine.

Everyone on the wall remained alert. Their eyes constantly searched the surroundings. Above. Below. Far away across the ruined battlefield. Even the skies beyond the clouds.

Meanwhile, down below, Razeal slowly tilted his head upward.

"Hmmm..."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Interesting."

His crimson eyes remained fixed above.

Then he slowly nodded.

"I have to admit.. I really underestimated the strength of a Supreme."

The admission came calmly.

Almost casually. As though he had simply realized something new.

Across from him, Zane immediately burst into laughter.

"Ohhhhh?!" The old Supreme looked genuinely amused.

"Impressive perception."

His eyes carried clear appreciation now.

"I honestly thought you wouldn’t notice until the entire city was covered by its shadow of doom."

The moment Razeal had looked upward, Zane understood.

The boy had found it.

He had perceived the true attack.

Far above.

Thousands of miles above.

Beyond even magically blessed sight.

Beyond extra ordinary magical perceptions.. Beyond where even Great Saints could sense.

Razeal could precieve it clearly.

A giant boulder. No. Razeal’s eyes narrowed slightly as his perception continued reaching higher and higher into the sky.

Even calling it a mountain no longer felt correct. What he sensed above wasn’t merely a mountain. It was an entire landmass. A colossal piece of earth and stone hanging thousands of miles above the battlefield, so large that for a brief moment even he found it difficult to properly comprehend its scale. Its length alone stretched for kilometers.

No, much more than that. Compared to Silver Shield City below, the thing was tens of times larger.

Looking at it through his perception felt less like looking at an attack and more like looking at a piece of the world itself.

And it was falling. Fast. Every second its speed increased. Every second gravity dragged it lower, building more momentum, more force, more destructive power. By the time it reached the surface, it would no longer simply be a mountain crashing into the earth. It would be a disaster capable of reshaping everything around it.

"Hahaha!" Zane’s laughter echoed throughout the ruined battlefield as he noticed where Razeal was looking. The old Supreme looked genuinely pleased.

"Impressive perception. I honestly thought you wouldn’t notice until the entire city was covered by its shadow." His grin widened as he rested the massive greatsword upon his shoulder. There was clear amusement in