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

Levy blinked rapidly, his gaze locked on the masked figure in the crowd. He's here? He hadn't expected this bastard.. the so-called worst boss in the world to show up again. Especially after how nicely he'd treated him last time. Didn't he say he wouldn't come back? And now here he was, lurking in the shadows like some creep.

Why the hell was he here? What did he want this time? To eat or snatch those elemental cores again? This fucker. Levy's mind scrambled. Part of him wanted to march over and give a lesson on how to be a decent, responsible boss.

A dozen thoughts crashed into each other some irritated, some itching to beat the crap out of whoever was under that mask, and a few smug ones whispering, See? He needs my help again. But then again none of it helped. Atleast not when Levy had more important things to focus on right now.

Troy had no patience for silence. The young noble's voice cut through the heavy air.

"Where are you looking? Do you want to die, boy?"

Before Levy could react, Troy's hand shot out and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward and forcing their eyes to meet. The force of it sent a ripple of tension through the crowd gathering outside the shop.

Boy? Levy's eyebrows twitched, almost jumping off his face. Boy? He was ten years older than this brat.. he could call him "kid" without exaggeration. Yet here he was, being treated like a disobedient kid by someone barely sixteen.

Still, Levy kept his face composed. He knew better. Nobles are dumb as fuck. They will bully or even kill someone if they considered them to be beneath them, and this one in particular looked the type to do it without blinking.

He forced his voice down. "Apologies, my lord… I was just trying to find the right words to answer your question. Allow me to explain why business is down."

Inside, he sighed bitterly. Now I have to explain to this dull mutt that it's my business, and I can open and close it whenever I want. There's no contract. No breach. Nothing he can accuse me of. But of course… when it's a crazy noble, logic won't save you.

"The partnership I had with a supplier has ended," Levy said carefully, his hands raised slightly as if to calm the storm. "He was the one selling me those arrows and my job just selling those arrows through my shop. But our deal was temporary just for seven days. Now that it's over, I can't get more. The fire arrows were his, not mine."

Troy's eyes narrowed, irritation flashing across his youthful features. "So you're saying there won't be any arrows anymore?"

The words dripped with anger. His family had seen firsthand how unique the fire arrows were. Different. Deadly. They had been buying every batch, hoarding them, even experimenting to uncover how they were made. But the sudden halt the missing arrows yesterday and today had crushed his plans. He hadn't come here to be disappointed. He came to get more… or at least drag out the secret behind them.

Levy shook his head slowly. "No… there really aren't any more."

The noble's grip on his collar tightened. "Then how about the blueprint? The method? Do you have it?"

"I don't," Levy replied, wincing as the fabric dug into his neck.

Troy's eyes glinted dangerously. "Then how about the person who sold them to you? Where is he?" He smiled, but it was the kind of smile that promised nothing good. His patience was stretched thin

Levy's body sagged under the weight of the moment. "As I told you… he's gone." His voice carried the exhaustion of someone who knew explanations meant little when teaching dumb goblins.

Troy leaned closer, his breath hot against Levy's cheek. "Then give me his name. Tell me where he is."

Levy hesitated. His eyes flickered sideways, scanning the crowd until they locked briefly with Razeal, who stood half-hidden among the onlookers. Their gazes met for an instant.. long enough to say everything words could not.

When he turned back, his voice came out low and tired. "I have no idea who he was or where he is now."

The moment the words left his mouth..

Slap!

The sound cracked like a whip across the street.

Levy's head snapped sideways, the sting burning across his cheek. His glasses tilted awkwardly as he staggered back, freed at last from Troy's grip. He rubbed his jaw, grimacing at the sharp pain.

The crowd went silent. Not a whisper or even shuffle of feet. Just stunned and heavy silence.

Every eye was fixed on the weak shop owner who had just been struck in public by the son of a pillar family. No one moved or even dared.

Some shop owners who knew joy well lowered their gazes, turning their heads away. They clenched their jaws but said nothing. They knew it was wrong, unfair, utterly unreasonable. But what could they do?

To stand against a Pillar House was suicide.

So they looked away, pretending they hadn't seen, silently condemning themselves for their own cowardice.

Levy adjusting his crooked glasses with trembling fingers. His face was a blank mask, though the burning sting of Troy's slap still throbbed across his cheek. He refused to show weakness in front of the watching crowd or worse, in front of the arrogant noble who had just humiliated him.

But as he pushed his glasses back into place, his gaze shifted. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his head toward the crowd, locking eyes with a single figure.

Razeal.

his eyes locking onto his as if asking whether he would do something or at least take revenge for it. As if Asking what he gona to do.

Though Razeal's masked face revealed nothing. Only his calm, unreadable eyes looked back, as still as the surface of a black lake.

Standing still doing nothing.

[So… are we going to do anything, Host? He's sewems to be asking for help. You can see it.]

"No." Razeal's answer was immediate, unshaken.

[No? Why not? You needed him, didn't you? Wasn't that why we came here? If you don't help him now, he'll definitely wont work for you. Worse, he might actually die.] The system's voice sharpened, layering reason upon reason.

But Razeal's eyes never wavered. The man who can't even stand up for himself… can never stand for me. I don't need weaklings who cry out for someone else to save them. I need a comrade. A teammate. Not a chick waiting to be protected.

I mean, if someone slapped me in front of him, how could I expect him to stand up for me when he can't even speak up for himself?

His gaze held steady, the calm inhuman stillness in his masked eyes giving Levy no answer, no reassurance ..No nothing.

Levy stared back at him, searching for something.. anything in those unreadable eyes. But the silence told him everything he needed. Razeal wasn't going to move.

A hollow laugh almost rose in Levy's chest, though he kept it buried. So that's how it is. I thought… maybe… he'd step in. After all, I worked for him for seven days straight, basically for free. I even kept his identity secret, risked my neck for it just moments ago. And still… he just watches.

Levy shook his head faintly, the bitter truth settling over him. I should've known better. Expecting kindness from people like him…

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as slowly he turned towards Troy. His voice came out low, a whisper thick with restrained defiance. "You shouldn't have slapped me."

"Ohhh?" Troy's smirk spread wider, his youthful face dripping arrogance. "And what are you going to do about it?"

But before his sneer could finish forming, a sound cracked the air.

Slap!

Levy's hand shot out with sudden speed, striking Troy square across the face. The noble's head tilted slightly with the impact, his eyes closing instinctively.

The crowd gasped as one.

"Slap… for slap," Levy said, pulling his hand back. His lips tugged into the faintest smile, a reckless spark flickering in his eyes.

Shock rippled through the onlookers. Their widened eyes darted between the trembling shopkeeper and the stunned noble. No one had expected Levy to retaliate, not in a thousand years.

For a strange moment, Troy didn't react. He simply stood there, eyes closed, as if processing what had just happened. Almost as if… he had allowed it.

But the knights didn't hesitate.

The nearest knight's eyes sharpened to slits. In one fluid motion, steel hissed free from its sheath. He lunged forward like a predator, sword arcing toward Levy's exposed neck with ruthless precision.

The crowd screamed, stumbling back in horror.

Levy sighed, his muscles too slow, too frozen, to save himself. But his green eyes behind glasses almost flashed but.. before he could do anything

Just then

Behind his mask, Razeal's lips curved into the faintest smile.

In the blink of an eye, his body vanished from where he had stood. One instant he was in the crowd, unmoving. The next, he was gone nothing but a blur of shadow and motion.

Srrrng! And

Thud.

The sound split the silence like a hammer blow. Something hit the ground hard. Gasps rippled through the crowd as eyes fell to the source an armored hand, severed clean at the wrist, landing with a sickening weight. The knight's sword was still clenched tightly in its dead grip, the blade scraping along the cobblestones as it slid across the ground.

The weapon screeched to a halt against the boots of a spectator, who stumbled back in horror, clutching his chest as if the dismembered limb might leap up at him.

And at same second sound crashed across the square.

Boom!

The knight who had dared to strike Levy was hurled through the air like a broken doll, body spinning, blood spraying in a crimson arc. He slammed against the far end of the street, crashing through a wooden stall. The stall collapsed on top of him in an explosion of splintered wood and scattering fruit, the knight's scream cut off in a wet gurgle.

Silence.

Everyone stared, wide-eyed, at the cloaked figure now standing between Levy and troy.

"He's mine now," Razeal's voice echoed coldly from behind the ghostly mask. His tone was calm, but the chill in it carved through every ear that heard it. "So no touching."

In his left hand, a sword of writhing shadows pulsed and twisted as if alive. Its jagged edges dripped darkness, swallowing light itself.

Levy blinked rapidly, stunned. For a brief moment, his vision had flickered green but it faded just as quickly when Razeal appeared before him. He let out breath.

"Fheww Saved… just inches away," he thought. "Any closer and it could've turned bad."

Still, he exhaled, relief escaping with the breath.

Troy staggered, shaking his head as if to wake himself from a trance. His cheek still burned from Levy's slap, but his mind reeled at the sudden intrusion. In just a handful of seconds, everything had shifted slap, knight's charge, and now this masked phantom standing before him. Honestly he doesn't even know why he let slap hit him.. what had just happened but.. he didn't had time to react on that.

"You…" he muttered, instinctively taking a step back. His boot scraped against the stones, widening the space between them.

But Razeal said nothing. He simply stared, unblinking, his eyes peering through the mask like two pits of darkness. The silence was heavier than any threat, daring Troy to test him.

Steel rang out all at once.

Clang! Screech!

The rest of the knights, ten in all, drew their blades in unison. The sound filled the street with sharp menace. Their armored boots shifted, bodies lowering, muscles tensing as they prepared to charge.

But before they could move, Troy raised his hand. "Wait!"

The knights froze mid-step, their swords hovering like claws ready to strike.

Troy's eyes narrowed, flicking over the figure in black. That unshakable calm, that utter lack of fear… this wasn't the posture of a street nobody. It was something else.. It could be someone dangerous. His father's words rang in his head: Don't pick a fight with the wrong person. Not unless you're sure.

He forced authority into his voice. "Who the fuck are you? Tell me now.. or you'll die here with this Double battery."

The crowd stirred, some craning their necks, others whispering nervously.

But Razeal didn't flinch. He didn't even seem to breathe. His shadow-sword tilted upward, its tip pointing directly at Troy's face.

"One step," he said, his voice flat, "and I'll kill every last one of you."

For a moment, the world seemed to freeze.

A vein bulged on Troy's forehead. Rage burned through his restraint. His teeth ground together, his hand trembling as he jabbed a finger toward Razeal.

"Kill me? Me?!" His voice rose, nearly a scream. "Do you have any fucking idea who you're talking to? I am Troy Rock fourth young master of the Rock Family. One of the Ten Pillar Families!" His chest heaved as he jabbed a finger at the masked man, spit flying with every word.

"Open your fucking eyes! My Papa will erase your entire bloodline just for saying that to me!"

The arrogance, the entitlement, the sheer belief in his untouchable status dripped from his voice. The knights behind him stiffened, some smiling cruelly, certain their young lord's words were law.

Yet Razeal didn't say anything. He simply tilted his head, as though considering Troy's rant the way one might listen to a barking dog.

Then he cracked his neck slowly. Shaking his head.

The shadow sword dissolved into black smoke, vanishing into the air.

Troy blinked, his anger pausing for a breath. Then his lips curled. "Heh. I knew it. You finally understand, don't you? You didn't know who I was. You got scared. Good. Maybe I'll be merciful.."

But Razeal raised his hand, slowly.

His fingers curled against the side of his mask.

And in one smooth motion, he pulled it free.

The dark ghost mask slipped away from his face.

The crowd's reaction was immediate.

There breath hitched all at once. Gasps spread like wildfire, sharp and disbelieving.

Whispers broke out, terrified and awestruck.

"It's him…" someone choked.

"No way… he's still alive I thought they gonna take care of his behind the scenes.."

Every eye in the street went wide, every spine stiffened. Even Troy's sneer faltered as recognition dawned.

The mask vanished from Razeal's hand, crumbling into dust. His face, now revealed, was unmistakable.

Levy's took a light breath as the mask fell away, revealing the face beneath. his eyes nerrowing.

I knew it… it was him. He thought

But before Levy could react Fully, Razeal moved.

Shadows twisted at his side, coalescing into a blade of black energy once more. The weapon hissed like a living thing, forming clean and sharp in his left hand. He raised it without hesitation, the tip of the blade leveling straight towards Troy's face.

The young noble froze, his expression flickering shock, anger, disbelief all warring together in his eyes.

Razeal's lips curved into a grin. "Oh, the Pillar family, is it? Then let me change my words for you." His voice carried across the street, calm yet sharp as steel.

"Take even one step and I'll officially declare war on your family."

Gasps erupted.

The crowd jolted as if struck by lightning. Eyes widened, mouths fell open, hands clutched at chests. Murmurs spread like wildfire, disbelief and fear crawling through every throat.

"He said… declare war?!"

"On the Rock family? Has he lost his mind?"

"This man is insane just as the rumors said!"

Even Levy, who had seen more of Razeal in the past week than most of them ever would, turned his head in daze. His eyes scanned Razeal's profile. War? The word didn't even fit inside Levy's brain. How could anyone.. anyone say such a thing aloud and mean it?

And for me? He wondered what might this dude be wanting from him now

Troy's lips pressed into a tight, thin line. his face twitching as rage and humiliation battled against the instinct to back away. He wanted to tear this man apart for daring to insult his family like this.

But then his body began to tremble not from fear, but from power.

Brown mana surged up around him, swirling like a storm. The cobblestones beneath his boots cracked and trembled, gravel rising in tiny ripples under the force of his energy. The air itself thickened, pressure rolling outward as if the earth itself bowed to him.

Of course Troy recognized who stood before him. He wasn't ignorant. He had heard the fight yesterday, the strength and alm. But no matter how notorious this man was now no matter how insane.. crazy ke wild Troy could not let anyone speak such words about his family without answer.

He shifted forward just about to move, but just then

A voice cut through the tension. A knight at his side, armored and grim, leaned in and hissed urgently, "Young master, don't."

Troy's glare flicked to him, furious. "What did you just say..?"

The knight's voice was low but firm, dead serious. "He's not just crazy. He's strong. Stronger than all of us here combined. If you move against him now, we will all die. Do not mistake this for arrogance. He has already done what no one else would dare."

The knight's tone was dead serious. "He slapped Sir Areon in public. He laid hands on the Saintess. And yet… he's still alive. Luck? No. There's a reason. Everyone saw it yesterday he went hand-to-hand with Lady Sylva herself and survived. He's dangerous. We won't be able to match him."

Troy's heart jolted at those words. He knew the truth of them. He knew the stories, the whispers. Still, humiliation burned hotter than reason. But the knight's gaze was unwavering, and the words were heavy with a weight he couldn't ignore.

"Please," the knight pressed. "For your own life. For ours. Not now."

Troy paused at this. Of course he knew all of it. But still, he turned his gaze toward Razeal.

Razeal just stood there in silence, eyes locked on his, as if daring him to act.

"Leave," Troy muttered through clenched teeth, forcing the order out. He knew it might look shameless, even cowardly, but his papa had drilled it into him: Don't mess with a fight you can't win. If you can't handle it yourself, step back. Family exists for a reason where your strength falls short, theirs will carry you.

The knights stiffened, surprised by the order, but none disobeyed.

The crowd parted quickly, nervously, creating a path for Troy and his guards. Murmurs rippled as they passed, but no one dared too loud.

Troy turned sharply, cloak whipping behind him, his body taut with suppressed fury. He walked away with his head high, but inside, his rage seethed.

If not today… then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then someday. Someday, I'll make you pay.

He didn't look back. He didn't dare. He might really lost his control.

The street remained frozen even after the Rock son vanished from sight. No one dared speak. No one dared move.

Razeal exhaled softly, his expression unchanging. He turned, shadow blade dissolving into nothing. Without a word, he reached out and gripped Levy's arm firmly.

Before the stunned Levy could speak, shadows burst into form at Razeal's back wings of darkness stretching wide, blotting out the light.

With a single powerful beat, they lifted from the ground. Dust swirled in their wake as the two shot upward into the sky.

"Wha...!? Hey! Where are you taking me!?" Levy screamed, his voice breaking as the air whipped past his face. The higher they rose, the smaller his words became, until his frantic cries faded into the clouds.

The crowd below erupted into whispers at last, now free to breathe.

"Fuck, that guy's really crazy…" one man muttered, still shaking.

"He just declared war… against the pillar family like nothing," another said, voice hushed with disbelief.

A woman clutched her child close. "Mad… he's truly mad. And yet…"

Several shop owners who knew Levy personally tilted their heads up toward the sky. Their expressions were conflicted. shock, fear, but also something else.

"Did he… kidnap Joy?" one asked, brow furrowed.

"No, I don't think so" another replied firmly. "Joy looked fine with that. And didn't you guys see? He was protecting Joy.

"That's right," someone else added quickly. "He even declared war for him. Who would do that if there wasn't something… between them?"

The murmurs grew louder, theories spreading like fire.

I wonder what that is… He even came to protect him, declaring war on Pillar House for his sake. It must be something really important, right?

Yeah, totally. I wonder what they're planning. But hey, I never imagined Joy to be a bad person.

Well yeah, it seems like he isn't all… milk-white pure as we imagined him to be.

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