I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 475: Ohh Boy

"...It... disappeared?"

At that moment everyone was shocked, but no one was as shocked as Zane himself. For him, it felt as if the ground beneath his feet had disappeared instead of the mountain. His thoughts blanked completely. His eyes remained fixed upward at the empty sky where only moments ago a gigantic landmass large enough to erase everything below had been descending.

There was nothing there now. No fragments. No explosion. No shockwave. No signs of destruction. It was simply gone. His fingers unconsciously tightened around the handle of his greatsword while his mouth slowly opened. His lips moved but no words came out at first. It was not because his attack had failed.

He could accept defeat. He could accept overpowering force. But this? He could not understand what happened. His understanding simply could not connect one moment to the next. His eyes almost looked ready to come out of their sockets as his breathing became uneven.

Meanwhile, above the city wall, Lord Kael finally lost all strength in his body.

"...Un... unbelievable..." he stuttered before falling directly onto the stone floor and landing on his backside. His chest moved heavily as he breathed. Just moments ago he had already accepted death. Not just his own the deaths of everyone behind these walls.

That feeling of helplessness, followed by surviving in a single instant, was too sudden.

Too violent emotionally. Around him, the others looked no better. Some people stared blankly upward. Some laughed weakly from relief. Some had tears in their eyes. They looked like people who had already stepped one foot into death and then been dragged back without warning.

Nearby, Sofia floated quietly while looking toward Razeal.

"...Nice," she murmured softly. Her face remained mostly calm, but her eyes twitched slightly. Honestly, even she herself had not been fully sure he could handle something like that. She trusted him, yes but trust and believing someone could casually deal with that kind of impossible attack were different things.

She was shocked too. Very shocked. But she remembered something her mother once told her long ago.. that men become unbearable when they see their woman looking too impressed with them. Their egos rise too much. So naturally she refused to show too much reaction. She folded her arms and looked away.

"...What’s the big deal..." she muttered inside her head while completely ignoring the fact her lips were still twitching.

Then

tap

A soft sound sounded.

Razeal appeared back on the battlefield and landed calmly before Zane. His silver hair slowly settled behind him. His expression looked completely normal, as if he had just finished some minor task instead of stopping something impossible. Zane looked at him with completely lost eyes.

"...W-what did you do?" he finally asked.

His lips trembled slightly.

Razeal looked at him for a second before the corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.

"Nothing."

His answer came casually.

Then he slowly placed one hand in his pocket and looked at him quietly.

"Also.. Let’s not waste time and end this facade."

His crimson eyes remained calm.

"...I’m getting bored.. You see."

Obviously he had no intention of explaining anything. Why would he? Explaining abilities to enemies was probably one of the stupidest things someone could do.

As for what he had actually done

it was Flow.

But not the way he usually use it ofcourse.

Even he himself only thought of trying it after seeing Zane’s attack. Normally, he entered Flow himself as he becomes the medium itself . He transferred Flow through himself into something else. But this time was fundamentally different. He did not enter Flow.

He rather made the object enter Flow.

That small tap

That gentle touch started Flow inside the landmass itself.

And once that enormous mass entered Flow, trillions upon trillions of joules of force moved through it instantly. Not upward. Not downward. Just movement itself. So overwhelming that matter could no longer remain matter. The landmass was pushed into Flow so violently that its own structure collapsed. Rock became fragments. Fragments became dust. Dust became particles. And even those.. Particles broke further.. Dismantling itself.. Matter itself loosing all shape turning into energy itself. And even that energy dispersed. Like throwing something into a cosmic current far beyond what existence could hold together. The mountain wasn’t broken.

It simply flowed.. until nothing remained.

Hmm... if he had to think of a name for this ability, then he would probably call it..

Tap of Erasement.

Razeal thought about it for a moment before lightly nodding to himself. It sounded decent enough. Not particularly impressive, but then again he was never good at naming things anyway.

Meanwhile, Zane slowly took a deep breath and then another, stabilizing his emotions and gathering his thoughts back together. The shock still remained inside him, but years of battle experience quickly suppressed it. His eyes sharpened as he looked directly at the boy standing before him. The casualness disappeared from his expression.

No more leisure.

No more treating this as entertainment. No more looking at Razeal as some talented junior. His body slowly tensed.

Without wasting even a second, both hands moved onto the handle of his greatsword. His feet adjusted naturally and his stance lowered. The sword pointed toward Razeal while every opening in his defense quietly closed. His guard fully rose. His eyes became focused and serious. Then after a brief silence, he spoke in a calm voice.

"...I will see this as fighting another Supreme." His gaze stayed fixed on Razeal. The relaxed aura around his body completely disappeared. He no longer looked at him as a child or younger generation genius. If anything, his posture looked like someone preparing to face an equal or perhaps someone stronger.

Razeal paused for a second seeing that level of seriousness and fighting spirit. For a brief moment he had almost forgotten something important.

This man was a Supreme. A veteran fighter. Someone standing among the strongest beings in the world. Someone who survived countless battles and reached heights others could never imagine.

Not someone whose mind would collapse after one impossible event. Razeal slowly nodded to himself. Good. Honestly, he never liked being underestimated. His eyes quietly observed Zane’s posture the tension in his muscles, the way his fingers rested on the sword, his breathing, the way his eyes followed even the smallest movement. It was clear. The moment Razeal twitched, Zane would attack. A small smile slowly appeared on Razeal’s lips. After today... no one would dare underestimate him again.

Then Razeal slowly extended his hand and placed it onto the handle of the sword resting at his waist.

The moment his fingers touched it

Wooosh!

A terrifying pressure suddenly spread outward.

Not mana.

Not aura.

Just pure Killing intent.

Dense waves of killing intent exploded outward in all directions with Razeal at the center. They spread like invisible storms rolling across the battlefield. One wave after another. The air itself felt heavier. Even people standing far away suddenly felt their breathing become difficult.

Zane’s pupils instantly dilated.

His posture almost stiffened.

His grip tightened around his greatsword.

His back unconsciously straightened.

He quietly inhaled.

His eyes widened slightly.

What... strong killing intent...!? Goosebumps slowly spread across his body.

His instincts screamed.

He had fought countless battles. Countless enemies. Powerful warriors. Even those unreasonable Ancient beasts. Even Supreme-ranked monsters whose entire existence revolved around slaughter and devouring life.

But never.. never had he felt killing intent like this.

This wasn’t ordinary.

It was thick.

Too thick.

So dense it almost became visible.

And then he realized

it actually was.

A deep crimson presence surrounded Razeal’s entire body. It spread around him like smoke and stained the atmosphere around him. Killing intent itself had begun manifesting.

Zane’s throat moved.

His lips felt dry.

Just... how many people did he slaughter to create something like this?

Even those mindless Supreme-ranked beasts that only existed to kill never had killing intent this terrifying.

For a brief second.. something impossible appeared inside him.

Fear.

Only a speck.

But real.

It suddenly felt.. like he wasn’t standing before a human.

But before some ancient beast wearing human skin.

Zane slowly looked up at Razeal.

His voice came out quieter than intended.

"...Just what are you?"

Razeal looked back at him calmly while standing inside that thick crimson killing intent. His eyes stayed serious.

Then quietly

he spoke.

"Supreme."

His fingers tightened slightly.

"Prepare yourself."

Click.

A soft metallic sound appeared.

Razeal gently pulled the sword from his waist.

Dark Star.

The blade slowly revealed itself.

Ancient.. Thin and Dark.

As if it wasn’t forged from metal.. but carved directly out of a dead star or made from star itself.

Razeal caught the Dark Star sword in one hand and let it rest loosely at his side. His grip looked lazy, almost careless, as if the weapon weighed nothing. His crimson eyes remained calm, carrying that same quiet boredom as before, but beneath it there was something else now something brighter.

Excitement? A strange anticipation slowly appeared in his eyes as he looked at Zane standing before him. He breathed out lightly before speaking.

"Truthfully... I.. I never really got the chance to fully use my strength. Actually not even a fraction of everything I can do." His voice was calm and simple, without arrogance. It was just the truth as he saw it.

And honestly, it was true. He became strong too quickly. Too many things happened too fast. Most battles ended before they truly started.

Opponents well he never found any.. and even if there were.. there were either too weak or circumstances never allowed him to actually release everything he carried. He never had a proper fight where he could use all his abilities freely. Never had a battle where pressure forced him to stop holding back. Never got to stand at the edge and ask himself how strong he actually was. What his peak looked like. What would happen if he released everything without concern.

There was a strange excitement in finally finding an answer. Against a Supreme... maybe today he could finally fight properly. Maybe he could finally experience that rush of using everything he had.

His lips slowly curved upward. "...Don’t disappoint me, Supreme." Razeal said quietly and then simply stood there. He did not attack. He did not interrupt. He gave Zane time to prepare.

Zane looked at him and understood something from that expression. He knew that look. Restrained excitement. Calm confidence. Someone finally finding something worth testing themselves against. He slowly nodded. "...You asked for it."

Then Zane took a deep breath.

Mana moved.

The surrounding air became heavier.

"Divine Acceleration.

"Infinite Endurance."

"Earth Divine Armour."

"Law Defense."

"Worldskin."

"Absolute Mana Control."

"Infinite Casting."

"Spell Acceleration."

One after another, enhancement magic activated around his body. Layers stacked over layers. Mana wrapped around him while the atmosphere vibrated.

Then his voice became deeper.

"Law Embodiment: Absolute Body."

"Law Embodiment: Divine Strength."

"Law Embodiment: Supreme Reinforcement."

"Law Embodiment: Eternal Flesh."

"Law Embodiment: Invincible Form."

"Law Embodiment: Earth Sovereignty."

"Law Embodiment: Divine Earth Armour."

"Law Embodiment: Mountain King Physique."

"Law Embodiment: Immutable Eternal Stone."

"Law Embodiment: Supreme Combat Rhythm."

"Law Embodiment: Uncatchable Step."

"Law Embodiment: Supreme Warrior."

"Law Embodiment: Unconquered."

One after another.

Supreme-level enhancement.

Body strengthening.

Law manifestation.

Combat reinforcement.

Different colors wrapped around him. Gold. Brown. Silver. Metallic gray. His body began changing. His height increased. Muscles expanded not unnaturally but densely, as if forged layer by layer from metal.

His skin slowly gained an earthy metallic sheen. His armor adapted and expanded naturally with his body. His eyes began glowing as delicate magic circles formed within his pupils, refining perception, increasing reaction speed, strengthening control. His breathing became deeper. His frame grew larger until he stood nearly eight feet tall.

Slowly, another layer began forming above Zane’s body. It did not appear suddenly or explosively. Instead, it spread naturally, like the earth itself was responding to his existence. A heavy armor of natural earth slowly formed over the already expanded armor covering his body. Layer after layer gathered and fused into him until it no longer looked like equipment but part of his existence itself. His body was no longer being strengthened through ordinary mana or physical enhancement. It was being strengthened by laws. By reality itself.

This.. was why Supremes were feared.

This was why they stood above every other level of powerhouse.

Others worriors mana.

Others refined body.

Others mastered techniques.

But Supremes touched laws.

And laws were different.

A law was not power.

A law was above power.

Zane had comprehended the Law of Hardness.

Not simple hardness.

Not stronger flesh.

Not tougher armor.

Hardness itself.

The concept behind durability.

The authority that decides something will not break.

And now.. he was using it completely.

Every enhancement he cast before was now being pushed to its peak through law.

His muscles.

His skin.

His bones.

His armor.

Everything.

Space itself slowly started rippling around his body. Not because he released force outward but because too much strength was compressed into too little space. His body looked large, but compared to the amount of power contained inside it now, it almost looked too small to hold it.

The ground beneath him started cracking. His feet slowly sank into the earth as if the land itself could no longer properly support his weight. Small pieces of stone began lifting from the battlefield and floating upward under the pressure.

He looked...

invincible.

Then suddenly

Zane raised his head upward.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

And screamed.

A deep roar tore out from the bottom of his throat.

Not rage.

Not pain.

Release.

His arms stretched outward as if trying to reach something higher.

Trying to pull himself further.

Trying to drag every remaining bit of strength out.

And as he did a giant yellow pillar of energy exploded upward.

It pierced through the sky.

Through clouds.

Through layers of atmosphere.

It looked endless.

The earth beneath him trembled violently.

Stones floated.

Cracks spread.

Pressure rolled outward.

The phenomenon completely swallowed the earlier waves of killing intent released by Razeal.

For that moment.. the battlefield belonged entirely to Zane.

That pillar could be seen thousands of miles away.

Across kingdoms.

Across mountain ranges.

Across places that had never even heard his name.

Far away.. powerhouses slowly opened their eyes.

Some turned.

Some looked upward.

Some frowned.

They sensed it.

Inside a strange distant place, a woman slowly opened her eyes while lying on a bed made entirely from gathered insects. Countless insects moved beneath her body like living cushions. Her lips were painted deep green and colorful caterpillars slowly crawled across her face. She looked toward the distant direction before a faint smile appeared.

"Oh...boyy." Interest appeared in her eyes.

"...someone is serious."

Elsewhere

inside a dark place hidden behind thick black walls.. an old man with a body so thin he almost looked like a skeleton slowly raised his head. His cloudy eyes seemed to look through impossible distance.

He stayed quiet for several moments.

Then sneered.

"...Who is stupid enough to let someone gather this much power?"

His expression turned mocking.

"Is the opponent waiting?"

His lips curved slightly.

"What retardedness."

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