I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space

"You aren't going anywhere!!" Merisa's voice rang out, sharp and absolute, her authority undeniable.

Razeal's body locked in place, every limb frozen under the weight of her aura. He couldn't move an inch. His jaw tightened, but all he could do was sigh inwardly. Of course. I knew something like this would happen.

[You can use that skill, host. I mean you ca run, maybe hide from her… at least for a while,] the system's voice echoed inside his head, half eager, half anxious.

Nah, Razeal dismissed, his mental tone dry. She's too powerful. At best it buys me an hour, maybe a day. It's useless so not worth it.

[Then what now?] the system asked, almost sulking. [Are we going back to the Virelan household?]

Eww, of course not, Razeal sneered in his thoughts. I'd rather die than step back into that damned place. No need to panic. We won't have to do anything… His lips curved faintly, even as his body remained stiff. That prideful woman's already here for situations like this. Why else would I bother showing up? if i wasn't sure about that i can leave this place?

And as if to answer him, a new voice rang across the coliseum.

"No. You can't force him."

Celestia's voice carried a weight that silenced the arena. Her platinum eyes flared with an unnatural glow, streaked through with radiant violet, and her Bloodline Authority descended upon Merisa alone.

The great Duke of Virelan.. one of the strongest beings in the world felt her body bind against her will. Her legs rooted to the earth. Her aura smothered, sealed. For the first time in centuries, she was forced fully into stillness against her will.

Gasps swept through the stands. Even the dukes shifted slightly, their calm masks straining.

Merisa's expression didn't break, though her brows drew the faintest line as she turned her head, meeting Celestia's burning eyes with her own cold, amethyst gaze. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked, her voice steady despite the pressure weighing down on her body.

Celestia's answer was immediate, unwavering. "I gave him my word. I promised I would protect him today. That means no one.. no one can force him into anything."

The air went still. Her declaration echoed across the ruined arena, silencing even the whispers of the crowd.

Arabella's lips parted into a wicked grin, and a low whistle slipped past her teeth. Oh, this is good. Ex-fiancée versus ex-mother. What a confrontation. Her eyes glittered with amusement, her thoughts gleeful. If Celestia stripped that cold bitch of her ducal title even for a single day, I'd laugh myself awake every night for a year.

Back at the center, the clash of wills was invisible but palpable. Two titans stared each other down, one radiating imperial authority, the other maternal fury tempered with restraint. Sparks seemed to leap between Celestia's rainbow-lit gaze and Merisa's deep, narrowed purple eyes.

"Protecting him… from me?" Merisa finally spoke, her tone calm but edged with steel. "I am his mother. He is very unstable emotionally reckless. Sometimes a parent must be forceful. That is not cruelty, it is responsibility." Her words were not a plea but a statement of fact, though for once she bothered to explain herself. Celestia's interference, she reasoned, was not born of malice but of care. After all, she was once his betrothed perhaps she still clung to that role, twisted as it was. Merisa allowed her that much grace.

Celestia listened silently, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she turned her face not to Merisa, but to Razeal himself.

"Raze," she called, her voice firm yet softened just for him. "Do you want to go with them?"

Razeal's lips curled into a sharp smirk. "Nope. I hate every single person standing here. So, no." His voice was plane and calm, unshaken despite his body being held down.

Celestia nodded once, her eyes flashing with resolve before shifting back to Merisa. "You see? He doesn't want to go. So yes.. it is protecting him. I will not allow anyone to force him otherwise. Today, I will uphold my promise to him. That is final."

The declaration struck like a hammer. Celestia's stance was firm, her tone leaving no cracks, no space for rebuttal. She stood in full authority, prepared to hold the line even against the might of a ducal house.

The coliseum fell into utter silence.

But just as it did.

"No, let her do whatever she wants. You shouldn't stop him."

The new voice cut across the tension like a blade. Clear. Sharp and Absolute.

Bootsteps echoed across the coliseum floor slow, deliberate, each one striking like a hammer against stone. The sound alone silenced the whispers, and every gaze in the arena shifted toward its source.

Even Celestia's calm expression flickered, her platinum eyes narrowing faintly as she turned her head. Ohhh?

"You should be ashamed," the voice continued, steady yet burning with anger. "At least as his ex-fiancée, you should understand his situation. Aunt Merisa is right. Just look at him."

The speaker emerged into view Selena. The Saintess. Golden hair streamed behind her like a river of sunlight, each strand glowing faintly with holy aura. Her golden eyes blazed, fierce and unyielding, locking directly onto Celestia as if ready to defy her at any cost. Her presence itself was a proclamation, a declaration that she would not yield.

"He is hurting himself," Selena's voice rose, sharp enough to cut steel. "His body is already broken enough. Yet you ignore that fact. You call this consideration? No it is your pride, Celestia, nothing more. You're blind to what he truly needs."

The crowd gasped.

Maximus Luminus froze where he stood, his composure cracking for the first time. Impossible… how did she break free? He had sealed her chambers with his own hands, personally layered barriers upon barriers of holy wards. No one should have been able to leave. His golden brows furrowed, and for a moment his lips parted to demand she stop but then he caught Celestia's calm profile. her platinum eyes unblinking. He closed his mouth, retreating into silence.

Celestia's reply came, her voice level as steel. "Illogical argument, Saintess. I asked him myself. He does not wish to go. That is his will. I am not being prideful, I am being considerate of his choice. Yours is the arrogance.. assuming your judgment is higher than his."

Selena's aura flared brighter, golden light crackling around her as her fury surged. "Illogical argument? If a man stands at the edge of a cliff and wishes to leap do you simply let him fall, because it is his choice? No. You intervene. You drag him back, even if he hates you for it. Because his life matters more than his wounded pride. And right now, Razeal is standing at that cliff."

The Saintess's voice thundered, echoing through the stands, righteous and raw. Her golden eyes bore down on Celestia's rainbow gaze, daring her to refute the truth.

But Celestia did not flinch. Her expression remained utterly unchanged. "I see," she said softly. Then, in the same calm, absolute tone: "But I did not ask for your consideration. I will act according to my decision. And right now, I do not require any disturbance."

Her platinum irises flared. With a single thought, her Bloodline Authority surged outward like an invisible storm, and in the next heartbeat

Selena froze.

Her holy aura guttered out like a snuffed flame. Her body locked mid-stride, unable to take another step forward. Her raised hand trembled, then dropped helplessly to her side. The Saintess of Light, wielder of divine blessings, rendered motionless before all by a single command.

The crowd roared in shocked whispers.

Maximus's jaw tightened. For the first time in centuries, he felt a true sting of helplessness. Fear for his daughter coiled in his chest, yet still he did not move. Even he knew: Celestia would not harm Selena. She was not the Empress.. she would not dare.

Celestia turned her attention back to Merisa, her face still serene, voice clipped but polite.

"Apologies, Lady Merisa. But my perspective differs from yours. I..."

She stopped.

Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of genuine confusion breaking through her mask. She felt it.. an unfamiliar resistance in the current of her authority. Pressure where there should be none.

Slowly, Celestia turned her gaze back toward Selena.

Her eyes confused.

Selena's lips had curved upward.. smiling. A sharp, defiant smile, uncharacteristic of the serene Saintess the world knew. Her body, bound by the absolute command, was moving.

Her arm trembled, then rose.. inch by inch, slow and jagged, as though fighting against an invisible chain. Her shoulders strained, every muscle trembling as if forcing open the gates of a prison.

Yet still, against the most absolute command in existence, Selena moved.

Just how?

For the first time in her whole life Celestia's composure fractured. She could feel it.. her authority, her absolute command, being resisted. Her platinum-lit gaze sharpened in disbelief, the multicolored aura around her pulsing erratically. This wasn't possible.

No strength, no bloodline, no level of mana could defy her. Bloodline Authority was law. The highest law of nature itself, not meant to be resisted.

She could accept that Razeal escaped its grasp. He no longer carried a bloodline, stripped of its anchor. But Selena? The Saintess carried the holy bloodline of the Luminus family, radiant and untainted. She should have been crushed under Celestia's authority like a moth beneath a boot.

Yet here she stood, golden eyes locked with hers, her body trembling.. but moving.

What are you doing…? Celestia's mind whispered as she clenched her hands tighter, sending more force through her command. She had to understand. This wasn't possible. It was madness. It was

"Princess…"

The voice was calm, though her body strained against invisible weight. Selena lifted her chin, strands of golden hair falling back, her eyes glowing like twin suns.

"Do you know the difference between magic… and miracles?"

Her words, spoken with clarity, rippled through the arena.

Celestia's lips pressed thin. She did not reply or even need to. Instead, her rainbow aura surged outward as she forced more power into her authority. At her command, golden chains of light materialized around Selena thick, glowing links, manifestations of restraint itself. They wrapped around her wrists, her shoulders, her waist, her legs, snaring her in place.

The chains creaked as they pulled taut, glowing brighter with every second, the authority of generations pressing down to bind her.

But Selena still moved.

Her hands trembled, rising inch by inch, even as the chains dug deeper, golden sparks scattering from her skin. The arena gasped as they saw the impossible the links stretching, straining, breaking.

Her smile widened, a quiet, beautiful defiance shining across her face. She whispered, her voice carrying like a prayer:

"Magic is done by learning and calculation. But miracles…" Her eyes blazed, her faith unshakable. "Miracles happen by believing in them"

And with that

BOOOOM!

The chains shattered. They melted off her body like molten gold dripping into the void, dispersing into nothingness. A blinding golden flare burst from Selena, washing the coliseum in radiance so pure it silenced even the whispers.

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[One of the Four Ultimate Skills of Selena Luminus.]

[Absolute Miracle Magic: Anything she believes in with absolute certainty… Without even an fraction of an doubt will manifest.]

[Cooldown: Once per day.]

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Celestia staggered back a single step, her pupils dilating in shock. She felt it. The tether of her bloodline authority over her gone. Not resisted, not weakened, not suppressed. Simply erased. As if it had never existed for Selena at all.

This was not supposed to be possible. Such freedom could only come if a person destroyed their own bloodline entirely, and yet… Selena's aura was intact. Her holy power still surged around her, brilliant and whole. She still bore the Luminus legacy, and yet, Celestia could no longer touch her with authority.

Difference between magic and miracles Celestia's mind repeated. But not able to understand it anything

Selena flexed her fingers slowly, staring down at her own hands as though seeing them for the first time. Her chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, but her grin only widened, radiant as sunlight. The feeling of chains chains she had carried since birth.. was gone.

Is this… she thought, golden eyes trembling as she clenched her fists tight. Is this the feeling of freedom?

For years, she had dreamed of this moment. She had tried again and again, praying, training, pushing herself to believe but always she faltered. Always there was doubt, the tiny whisper that she couldn't do it, that no one could defy the curse of authority.

But today, for him.. for Razeal she had done it. In her desperation, in her need, she had believed fully, completely. And in that faith, the miracle had bloomed.

Across the arena, silence fell heavy.

From the highest dukes to the lowest commoners, every gaze was fixed upon her. Eyes widened in awe, disbelief, longing. The whispers of minds churned like waves how? How did she do it? How can one escape?

The desire was raw. For countless generations, all had lived beneath the yoke of the imperial bloodline. Even the strongest dukes bowed before its command, their pride shackled by inevitability. And now, before their eyes, a Saintess had broken free.

The dream they all secretly shared, yet none had dared hope for… realized in her body.

While the coliseum reeled in shock at Selena's impossible act, there was only one other person who truly understood the depth of what she had done.. Razeal.

He sighed. Not in relief, not in awe like the rest, but in bitter resignation.

Of course… Another heroine with broken ability.

Selena, like Celestia, was never meant to be left behind. The author might have been absurd when crafting Celestia granting her the most broken, unreasonable bloodline ability in existence but he hadn't exactly left Selena weak either. Her holy bloodline couldn't match Celestia's Bloodline Authority, nor Sylva's dominion over spirits. But to compensate, she had been given something else. Something worse.

Four ultimate skills.

Four abilities so absurd that any one of them could warp the balance of a battle. And unlike bloodline powers, these weren't bound by generations they were her own.

Razeal shook his head. He knew what the one she had just used meant. Absolute Miracle Magic. Whatever she believed in, with absolute certainty, would manifest. As long as her faith was flawless, reality itself would bow. Even with the cost usable only once per day it was… broken.

"Fucked up," Razeal muttered under his breath, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "Unreasonable."

Now, because she had used it here, she was technically weaker than she had been yesterday. But weaker for Selena was still absurd. She still had three ultimate skills left. And each was as unfair as the first or more.

Meanwhile, he… he had died thousands of times, endless pain, just to acquire an S-ranked skeleton. That was his "reward." Yet here was Selena, blessed at birth with cheat-level bloodlines and four ultimate skills.

Bias. Utter bias.

He wanted to laugh and scream all at once. But he couldn't. He could only sigh and keep watching. Jelous

Celestia, meanwhile, was the opposite of composed. Her gaze was still unsettled, the threads of authority in her aura frayed where Selena had severed them. She didn't understand. She couldn't understand. And for the first time in her life, she looked dazed.

Selena saw it as a sign of victory. She took a step forward, golden aura blazing outward, coating her body like divine fire. Her radiance spread across the arena, pressing against every shadow, filling every heart with awe.

"Now you can't suppress me," she declared, her voice echoing with conviction. Her hands rose, holy mana crackling around her arms, her golden hair whipping in the wind of her aura. Her smile was bright, her stance steady. "Now, I can stop you."

The crowd erupted in whispers. To challenge Celestia openly, in front of dukes, nobles, and half the Empire.. it was unthinkable.

But Celestia?

Celestia just chuckled. A soft, low sound that carried an edge sharp enough to cut. She shook her head, strands of platinum hair sliding over her shoulders, a glint of amusement breaking through her shock.

"Oh, no… no," she murmured. "I think you've misunderstood something here."

Her smirk widened, cruel and cold. "You see, there's a reason…"

Flicker.

Her body blurred. No ripple of mana, no telltale spark of teleportation. Just gone. And in the same heartbeat

Flash.

She reappeared. Inches from Selena. Her platinum hair hadn't even had time to sway. Her hand, palm flat, was pressed firmly against Selena's throat.

The Saintess' eyes went wide, her body frozen in place. She hadn't even seen her move. Her aura still blazed, but it meant nothing. The holy light faltered against Celestia's sheer speed.

"…the Empire is ruled by the Imperial Empress. Not the Pope."

Celestia's words were soft, but they struck harder than any blade. Her smirk never faltered as she stared into Selena's stunned golden eyes.

Selena's chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow breaths, her fists trembling at her sides. She hadn't even felt Celestia's movement. Not a step, not a flicker of aura, nothing. And now the princess' palm hovered at her throat, a strike away from ending her life.

The arena held its breath.

For all her miracle-born freedom, for all her radiance, Selena had just been reminded of one simple, brutal truth.

Breaking chains didn't make her stronger than the one who forged them.

Celestia was still the Empire's pinnacle. And she intended to remind everyone of that fact.

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