I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 476: Razeal Ve Supreme!

"Ummm... Nowwww this is going to be exciting."

Floating far above the battlefield, Nerrisa lightly rubbed her hands together while watching the enormous yellow pillar of energy piercing upward into the sky. The beam stretched endlessly, splitting apart layers of clouds and making the heavens themselves seem narrow beneath it. Supreme power condensed to its absolute peak.

The surrounding atmosphere bent under the pressure while waves of force rolled across the land below. Wind pushed her platinum hair backward and yellow reflections quietly moved across her eyes. Yet despite the overwhelming display, she did not look impressed. Not even slightly. Not by the amount of power. Not by the law manifestations. Not by the countless enhancement spells or the ridiculous reinforcement Zane had stacked onto himself. Those things simply did not interest her anymore.

What excited her was something completely different.

Razeal.

More specifically.. how he was going to answer this.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the silver-haired boy standing below with his sword in hand and absolutely no intention of interrupting. Not every day someone got to watch a true genius fight. Even for her.

And honestly, that thought itself was absurd. Someone standing at the peak of the world expecting to learn something from someone this young? Yet she genuinely felt that way. Not because she expected him to win. Not because she doubted him either. She simply wanted to see something she had never seen before. Something unexpected. Something worth remembering atlest.

And actually.. That alone was already the highest praise she could give. To have expectations to learn something from him.. It was enough to show what kind of place Razeal occupied in her mind. Not a genius. A genius above geniuses.

Meanwhile, floating beside her, Merisa’s expression slowly became worse. Her face stayed controlled and calm, but inside her thoughts had become increasingly restless. Her eyes never left Razeal.

She simply could not understand what he was doing. Why was he allowing this? Why was he standing there and letting Zane continue? Why allow a Supreme to finish preparing? Why allow him to stack enhancement after enhancement without interruption? To Merisa, this was stupidity. Dangerous stupidity.

Her gaze shifted toward Zane and immediately understood the situation. His body was no longer strengthened through ordinary reinforcement. It had become reinforced through conceptual law itself. Law of Hardness. And not lightly. Completely. She had enough experience to understand that from one glance. Right now, Zane had entered a ridiculous state. Her lips quietly pressed together.

That falling landmass from earlier... If it fell directly onto him now

She honestly doubted it would leave even a scratch.

That realization made her chest tighten.

This wasn’t a joke.

That attack had enough force to flatten thousands of kilometers and erase kingdoms from its very existence.

Yet one body now stood strengthened to the point of potentially ignoring it.

One only had to compare those things to understand how terrifying that state was.

And above that.. peak-tier Supreme armor.

Peak-tier Supreme weapon.

His greatsword alone was enough to make entire kingdoms fight wars.

Supreme artifacts were extremely rare not because people lacked skill, but because materials themselves became the problem. Very few things in existence could survive Supreme-level force.

Ordinary metal would just shatter. Ordinary resources will most definitely collapsed.

Most Supreme weapons required materials harvested from Supreme-ranked beasts. And killing one was not gathering resources it was gambling with life. Even then, one creature was often not enough. Multiple Supreme-level materials. Different properties. Years of forging. Endless failures. Only then... one weapon.

Merisa quietly stared.

His skin... might honestly be harder than the armor he was wearing now.

That thought brought her no comfort.

It only increased her concern.

Against someone in this state, physical attacks would become almost meaningless. Unless overwhelming force or something abnormal was involved, injuring him would become extremely difficult.

Her fingers twitched once.

But she still did not move.

Her heartbeat quietly became heavier.

She waited.

Then suddenly

Nerrisa narrowed her eyes. As she stopped paying attention to the everything else.

Her gaze shifted.

And locked directly onto Razeal.

More specifically.. the crimson killing intent surrounding him.

Her expression slowly changed.

Last time, during his fight with Sylva, he had shown killing intent too.

But she had not looked deeply.

Now

looking carefully..?

Something felt strange.

Her eyes slowly sharpened.

Inside that crimson killing intent.. there was something else.

Something mixed into it?

Her expression became serious.

"...Wait."

She stared harder.

Very faint.

But unmistakable.

Inside Razeal’s killing intent

she could sense traces of...

law energy?

"...Haaah?"

Nerrisa whispered unconsciously, her voice quieter than she intended. Her eyes slowly narrowed as she continued staring at the crimson killing intent surrounding Razeal. For a moment she looked uncertain of her own thought before finally murmuring it aloud. "...Did he comprehend the Law of Killing?" The words escaped naturally. She did not even realize she had spoken.

"What?" Merisa immediately turned her head toward her. She had heard clearly. Seeing Nerrisa’s expression, she followed her gaze instead of asking further. Only then did her attention move toward something she had completely overlooked before. Her focus had been occupied by Zane’s absurd reinforcement, the Supreme-tier artifacts, the terrifying pressure and the possibility of Razeal making a mistake. But now that she looked carefully... her eyes slowly changed.

Nerrisa lowered her gaze slightly, becoming thoughtful.

"...Interesting." Her eyes remained fixed on Razeal. "...That explains why his body feels so full of blood." Her expression did not show discomfort. If anything it showed curiosity. This was genuinely interesting to her. More than interesting actually. Because in all her years, she had never heard of someone comprehending something like the Law of Killing.

Frankly speaking, this was the first time she had seriously considered such a law might even exist. But then again... why not? There were simply too many laws in existence. Too many concepts spread across this endless cosmos. Nobody knew them all. Even she did not. Laws were not things created by people they were truths people discovered. If there was law of life, law of motion, law of hardness... why should there not be law of killing?

Her eyes slowly sharpened.

Then another thought came.

Training such a law... How would someone even advance in it?

Would comprehension require killing? Most likely.

That seemed obvious.

But then again..

her expression paused.

Because another realization followed.

Judging purely from the fluctuations... purely from the density... purely from the potency of the killing intent surrounding him

This was not normal. Not even close.

This was not someone who killed hundreds.

Not thousands.

Not millions.

Her eyes slowly narrowed further.

Last time she saw him.. his killing intent was nowhere near this thick.

Then where did this come from?

Her thoughts quietly moved.

Did he...

kill billions?

Her expression remained calm, but internally she was genuinely confused.

Impossible.

Four months.

Where he killed that many people in this less time? There is no way that she wouldn’t notice.

Atlantis?

Did something happen there?

Did some massive event occur without her knowing?

For once

Nerrisa genuinely had no answer.

Meanwhile, up on the wall, Maria stood silently while her eyes reflected Zane’s terrifying display of power. For the first time, her usually cold expression softened into visible worry. The pressure released from his strengthening alone had forced her several steps backward. Even standing there felt difficult. But she still moved forward. One step. Then another. Until she reached the very front of the wall.

"Sofia...

Her voice came softly.

Sofia, floating slightly ahead while watching the battlefield, turned her head and looked back at her.

Her eyes became questioning.

Maria looked back toward the battlefield.

Her lips pressed together.

Then she quietly asked. "...Can you protect him if he’s in danger?"

Her face remained controlled. But her eyes betrayed her.

She was worried.

Actually.. more than worried. Seeing that level of power she could not stay calm.

She hated this feeling.

Helpless.

Powerless.

If only she could use her strength maybe she would never have ask someone else.

Especially Sofia.

But right now.. she could do nothing.

Sofia looked at her for several moments.

The faint frown on her face softened.

No teasing.

No competition.

No usual cat-and-dog behavior.

Only a simple answer.

"...Of course."

She nodded once.

"I will."

Then she turned back toward the battlefield.

Meanwhile

Zane had finally finished.

The enormous yellow pillar piercing the sky slowly faded.

The violent winds calmed.

The trembling earth settled.

And standing in the center remained Zane. His body now looked almost metallic.

Every part of him reinforced through layers of magic and strengthened by law itself.

His yellow hair moved quietly behind him.

His armor looked heavier.

His presence deeper.

He slowly spread both arms outward.

One hand carrying that massive Supreme-tier greatsword as if it weighed nothing.

Then he breathed.

His eyes closed briefly.

Opened again.

A smile slowly appeared.

"...What a magnificent feeling."

His voice sounded low.

His muscles moved beneath the metallic surface.

He slowly clenched his hand.

The air gave a faint cracking sound.

And for a brief moment.. the world itself felt different to him.

Smaller.

Lighter.

Just.. Fragile.

As if.. if he truly wanted.. he could break it.

He breathed in this feeling..

"Alright... come at me, boy."

Zane finally brought his other hand forward and clasped the greatsword with both hands. Slowly, he raised the enormous blade until its tip pointed toward the sky. His feet aligned beneath him and his entire posture straightened.

Standing there now, he no longer looked like a warrior preparing to fight. He looked like a spear planted into the battlefield itself stable, heavy, impossible to move.

Layers upon layers of enhancement remained active around him, but unlike before where energy exploded outward wildly, everything had settled. All that frightening power had compressed inward and become controlled. His metallic body reflected faint yellow light while law energy quietly flowed beneath his skin.

The atmosphere around him no longer trembled because his strength had disappeared it trembled because it had become too concentrated. This was no longer preparation. This was completion. His ultimate form.

Razeal quietly looked at him and nodded once.

"Good." He said.

He had prepared now so excuses later. Then, without warning, his body flickered. There was no explosion beneath his feet, no sound breaking the air, no visible release of force. One moment he stood there and the next moment only empty space remained. His fingers lightly tightened around the handle of Dark Star as he moved.

Zane’s eyes widened briefly before a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"I can see you now." Last time he had not even been able to perceive movement. Not direction. Not speed. Not even a shadow. But things were different now. Deep inside his pupils, pale blue magic circles rotated quietly. His perception had reached its absolute peak. The world around him slowed. Space looked clearer. Movement became easier to read. And now he could finally see Razeal.

He watched the boy approaching directly from the front. No tricks. No strange angles. No deception. Just charging toward him while raising his sword with one hand and preparing to bring it down.

Brave. That was Zane’s first thought. Too brave actually.. Facing him head-on in this state? But he also understood something important.

Only his perception had reached this level. Not his body. Actually, because of all the strengthening, hardness, and reinforcement, his physical movement had become slightly slower than before. But that did not matter. Perception alone gave him enough time.

Slowly, Zane adjusted his stance and raised the greatsword upward into a defensive position. Block the strike. Redirect it and then Counter it immediately. His strength had reached an absurd level now. Even if the boy somehow survived the impact, the injury alonee wouldn’t be easy to handle. A small smile formed on his lips.

Then the swords met.

But.. The sound that followed was strange?

Shkkk.

Not impact.

Not collision.

Not force.

Just...

As if.. cutting?

Zane’s smile froze.

His pupils violently contracted.

Because in that exact moment, his enhanced perception showed him something impossible.

Razeal sword touched his blade.

And continued.

His Supreme peak-tier greatsword..

Was getting cut?

Splitting?

Cleanly.

No resistance.

No sparks.

No struggle.

It looked as if the sword had never existed.

His eyes widened.

Impossible.

How?

Even Razeal slightly raised his eyebrow in the middle of the swing, as if he himself had not expected that result either.

Everything suddenly felt slower.

Zane watched his own sword separating.

His instincts reacted instantly.

Move.

Dodge.

Change.

But his body.. did not follow.

And that was the problem.

His eyes could see.

His mind understood. But his body was nowhere near fast enough.

And then.. the swing completed.

Dark Star descended quietly and naturally.

Slice.

The blade passed through the broken greatsword. Passed through the Supreme armor. Passed through every enhancement. Every blessing. Every layer of law. Earth Divine Armour. Law Defense. Absolute Body. Eternal Flesh. Hardness. Everything

His invincible body.

His untouchable body.

His body strengthened to its absolute peak.. was cut.

From the head.

Down.. To the middle of the pelvis.

Without force.

Without struggle.

Without resistance.

Not like cutting armor.

Not like cutting flesh.

It felt closer to cutting through warm butter.

No

even softer.

Like empty air itself.

Razeal completed the swing.

And...

....

Silence followed.

Zane remained standing.

His eyes stayed wide.

His expression stayed frozen.

His hands still held the broken remains of the greatsword.

For one second

Nothing happened.

Then a thin red line slowly appeared across his face.

Across his armor.

Across his body.

The line slowly widened.

And separated.

Blood erupted upward like a fountain.

Red scattered across the battlefield. Across the broken earth. Across the ruined remains of war.

At the same time, both halves of the Supreme greatsword crashed onto the ground with heavy thuds.

Then.. the body followed.

Razeal remained standing there with Dark Star lowered in his hand, quietly looking at the scene in front of him.

His eyes blinked once.

Then again.

"...Huuh?"

"Umm...?" Razeal slowly raised his sword back up and stared at the corpse in front of him while blinking several times. His expression did not show excitement, victory, relief, or satisfaction. If anything it looked confused.

He lowered his eyes toward the split remains of Zane, then looked at Dark Star in his hand, then back again as if trying to confirm whether this had actually happened. For a few moments he simply stood there.

Quiet.

Still.

His face carried the exact expression of someone expecting more. A second phase. A hidden technique. Some terrifying recovery ability. Something. But nothing happened. The battlefield remained silent. Looking at the corpse for another moment, his eyebrows slowly tightened. "...Eh?" he quietly murmured to himself. "...That’s it?" He genuinely looked unconvinced.

At the same time, the entire battlefield seemed to stop functioning. Everyone watching looked completely lost. It was almost funny if not for how absurd the situation was. Question marks might as well have been floating over everyone’s heads.

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody even seemed capable of processing what they had witnessed.

Sofia, who only moments ago had received Maria’s request to protect Razeal if things became dangerous, nearly lost balance in midair. Her body tilted before she quickly corrected herself. Her eyes remained fixed below while her lips slowly opened. "...Whattt?"

That was all she managed to say. Miles away in the sky,

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh.." Nerrisa suddenly screamed loudly. Not out of fear. Not out of anything else but.. Just out of Pure dumbfounded disbelief. Her voice echoed through the air.

Behind her, Merisa looked even worse. Her mouth slowly opened while her eyes widened. Her calm expression completely broke apart. Unlike others, they could tell. They had seen everything clearly. There was no illusion. No trick. No hidden movement. Zane had actually been cut. Merisa’s lips twitched.

"H.. He...Heeeee... sliced himmmmm?" she murmured awkwardly, sounding like she herself did not believe the words she was saying.

Meanwhile, Razeal remained standing there looking at the corpse. He still looked unconvinced. Did he kill a Supreme? This.. this easily? Wait... that was it? His thoughts became strange. It did not make sense. He had clearly sensed danger from Zane.

Real danger. He knew Zane’s strength was not fake. So how did someone that dangerous die so easily? Did he become stronger again? But it did not feel like that. Nothing inside him felt different. His mana had not changed. His body had not changed. His understanding had not changed. Then what happened? He was still thinking when suddenly

Sreeetchhh

A thin and unpleasant sound appeared.

Razeal’s eyes slowly moved.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Right in front of him exactly along the path where his sword had traveled the air suddenly fractured. Thin dark cracks spread outward through empty