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

Inside the academy's back garden, Nancy stepped quietly through the marble archway that led into the open courtyard. The garden stretched out before her elegant and tranquil, lined with carefully trimmed hedges, marble benches, and fountains shaped like spiraling dragons. Morning light spilled across it in soft beams, scattering over the wet petals of blooming lilies.

But none of that beauty caught her attention. Her gaze was sharp, fixed ahead.. searching.

Is that him?

Nova's voice murmured faintly in her mind as eyes narrowed slightl spotting the figure under the large sycamore tree in the distance a boy, sitting cross legged in the shade, speaking with a girl who had long, light-brown hair. They seemed completely at ease, their quiet conversation occasionally breaking into soft laughter.

The boy was impossible to mistake. His hair were pure white, like freshly fallen snow under moonlight. And his eyes… even from here, she could sense something unnatural in them. Too still, too clear.

So this was him.

After asking around the academy about where this "Riven" was, she had found herself here though, truthfully, her "asking" had felt more like ordering. The moment she spoke, the academy staff and students had hurried to comply, answering immediately and directing her to this garden.

Now she was here. And there he was.

Without hesitation, Nancy started walking toward them.

Riven was still seated, his expression serene, lips curved in a faint, pleasant smile as he listened to the girl speaking animatedly beside him. It was the kind of smile that seemed to come easily... But even as Nancy's presence entered the garden, even though her aura naturally pressed upon the surroundings like cold air before a storm, Riven's demeanor didn't change.

He had already noticed her. Long before she appeared from the archway.

The girl beside him, however, did react. Her laughter faded as she sensed the shift in atmosphere, her words slowing until she finally stopped altogether. She blinked, confused Looking in direction of Nancy's approach.

When she saw who it was, her eyes raised slightly in recognition. Everyone in the academy knew Nancy Dragonwevr the icy prodigy of the Dragonwevr line, daughter of the infamous Duchess Arabella. Even though she wasn't admitted in academy yet but the influence was so grater not to say she was just about to join next year ..It was all around the gossips in academy

But the coldness in Nancy's eyes now ..that quiet, frozen expression made the girl instinctively shrink back a little, unsure if she'd done something wrong simply by existing in this scene.

Before she could think much further, Riven stood up slowly, brushing off his coat with a small, polite motion. His smile didn't fade.

"Wait for me here," he said gently to the brown-haired girl, his tone kind, casual, but final. "I'll be back for our lovely chatting."

The girl blinked again, uncertain, wanting to ask.. Do you know her? but Riven had already started walking.

He crossed the grass calmly, his steps soundless.

Nancy stopped when he was only two steps away. The morning air between them was crisp, unmoving, as though the entire garden itself was holding its breath.

"You're here," Riven said with that same kind smile.

Nancy's expression didn't change. She studied him quietly, her cold eyes scanning his face. Up close, he looked even stranger. His skin was smooth and unblemished, his features delicate yet eerily balanced almost too perfect, too symmetrical, as if crafted rather than born. And those eyes…

White. Completely white, yet alive with depth like still water that reflected everything and revealed nothing.

He looked young, sixteen or seventeen perhaps, but there was something impossibly ancient in his gaze. Something that made her feel.. against her will as if he already knew her.

The feeling unsettled her.

"You knew I would come?" Nancy asked after a pause, her tone neutral. There was no accusation, only quiet observation.

"I did." Riven inclined his head slightly, his smile remaining gentle. "He told you, didn't he? So of course, I knew you would come."

He folded his hands behind his back. "You must have many questions for me. It's your right to ask.. And as the Preserver it is my duty to answer."

Nancy frowned faintly at that last word. "Preserver?"

"Yes," Riven said simply, as though the word needed no explanation. His eyes, those pure white pools, reflected her face perfectly.

Nancy didn't press the question. Not because she wasn't curious.. she was but because it wasn't the most important thing right now. She had other questions. Far heavier ones.

She looked at him in silence for a long moment. Words gathered at the edge of her mind, but none of them felt right. There were too many questions too many emotions ..tangled together, and she couldn't decide where to start.

During her four days of paralysis, she had thought endlessly, over and over again. Questions that spiraled into more questions, none of which gave her peace.

Even now, standing before him, she didn't know what to ask first. Why was he the one to have answers? What exactly was he supposed to "preserve"? What did any of this have to do with her?

And more than that… why did just standing near him make her chest tighten?

The truth was... though she would never admit it aloud.. she felt weak. Coming here, to ask questions of someone else, to seek truth she couldn't reach on her own, felt like weakness.

Nancy Dragonwevr didn't ask for help.

So why did she?

She hated that feeling. Hated the dull heat in her chest that she couldn't name.. frustration, perhaps, or shame. Maybe even fear. She refused to call it fear.

Her cold mask stayed firmly in place, her face unreadable, her tone level. But inside, her mind moved fast.. sharp thoughts clashing against each other in silent turmoil.

The paralysis had left her trapped with herself, her mind echoing with Razeal's words words that cut deeper than she wanted to admit.

"It wasn't your fault. It was the world that wanted it to happen to you."

That line had haunted her. It made her furious at the world, at herself, at whatever force thought it could decide her fate. But underneath that fury was something colder, quieter, and more terrifying.

Fear.

Because if it wasn't her fault, and not theirs either, then it meant her suffering wasn't random.. it was world's plan.

That thought scared her more than anything.

So she hid it.. behind her cold eyes, behind the illusion of composure. Because as long as she looked unbothered, she could almost believe it herself. That she was in control.

Even now, facing the boy with white eyes who was supposedly the key to these answers, she stood tall and calm, pretending her heart wasn't pounding with quiet anxiety.

Her gaze met Riven's again. His expression hadn't changed still calm, still kind, yet something in his eyes felt like they were looking through her.

She took a small breath, steadying her voice.

"I have questions," she finally said.

Riven nodded slowly. "Then ask them."

His tone carried no judgment, no impatience. It was soft, inviting.. but it carried weight.

"Why did that happen to me?"

Nancy's voice cut through the still air, low but steady. It was the simplest question she could form.. the one that had burned within her for days.

Across from her, Riven's expression didn't shift. That same serene smile rested on his lips, his white eyes reflecting the sunlight filtering through the trees.

"That happened," he said softly, "because of your great fate."

Nancy's brows furrowed, but he continued before she could interrupt.

"You were given responsibility by the cosmos itself," he said, his tone calm too calm, like the words weren't something he was explaining but rather something remembering. "A duty. A purpose far greater than what you can see now."

His lips curled slightly higher a mysterious, knowing smile. He wasn't taunting her, but there was something about that calm certainty that made Nancy's chest feel weird feelings.

"Fate?" she repeated, her voice cold, but the edge beneath it trembled faintly not with fear, but restrained anger.

She didn't believe in such things. Fate. Destiny. Cosmic purpose. Words that people used to excuse tragedy, to accept helplessness. She didn't come here for vague philosophies.. she came for truth.

Her frown deepened as she stared at him, the distant calmness in his eyes igniting a quiet fury in her chest. "Don't give me something that abstract," she said sharply. "I asked why it happened to me."

Riven simply watched her, silent, patient, like a teacher waiting for his student to process a painful lesson.

Nancy's fists clenched by her sides, her breath quickening slightly as memories surfaced Razeal's voice, the words he had spoken to her with such certainty.

"No," she said suddenly, her voice rising. "Tell me"

She stepped forward, closing the space between them, her anger boiling now. "He told me I only have four years to live! That he saved me from what was supposed to happen four days ago that it was my fate, the world's will, for me to be…" Her voice broke for a second, but she pressed on, her jaw tight. "…to be raped. By those two people."

The words came out like shards of ice cold, bitter, trembling with fury she refused to show as weakness.

"And he said that because he saved me, the world would not forgive it. That it would try again. That it would twist and change and make sure I end the same way. That I'd be forced to kill myself after four years.. with my own hands."

She took another step forward, her eyes blazing now, her aura rippling faintly through the air. "Tell me," she demanded, her voice rising to a near yell, "is that true?! And if it is.. why?! Why would something like that be decided for me?!"

Her voice cracked slightly at the end anger spilling out through raw emotion she'd been holding back for days. Her cold composure fractured, replaced by a desperation that she hadn't shown to anyone, not even to herself.

For a long moment, Riven said nothing. He simply stood there, his expression still calm, though his eyes those haunting white eyes seemed to hold something like pity now.

When he finally spoke, his tone was quiet, even gentle.

"Yes," he said. "That is true."

The words hit her like a blade.

Riven didn't soften them, didn't dress them in comfort. "But your suffering from now on," he continued, "will not be because of fate. Your suffering will come because fate itself was altered."

"It was a sad destiny," Riven said, his smile fading into something neutral still calm, but heavier. "Yes, But it was inevitable. Your end was already written, your path already shaped. When he saved you, he changed that but the cosmos cannot allow such imbalance to exist. So now, the world will shift. It will twist what was meant to happen into new forms. Perhaps worse ones."

His voice softened further. "But make no mistake even before his interference, that end would have come to you, one way or another. It was already decided."

His words were plain, without cruelty or sympathy. Just truth the kind that cut sharper than any lie.

The wind stirred faintly between them.

A few meters away, the brown-haired girl who had been sitting under the tree watched the scene with growing unease. She couldn't hear what they were saying.. the distance and the soft breeze blurred their voices.. Or maybe for some other reason she doesn't know.. she could hear even the whispers.. but she could see the way the pale-haired woman's lips moved fast, her voice rising, her gestures sharp.

Nancy looked furious.

And yet, Riven stood still, his posture relaxed, his expression unchanging. He looked exactly as he had when speaking to her just minutes before. That faint, calm smile still lingered on his lips.

The girl frowned, crossing her arms as irritation twisted faintly in her chest. What are they talking about? she thought. Why does he look at her like that?

Back in front of him, Nancy's breathing had grown shallow. Her body trembled faintly with restrained fury as she stared at the boy who spoke of her life as if reading a script already written.

"Your suffering," Riven said quietly, "is not a punishment."

Nancy's lips parted, disbelief flashing through her expression. But Riven continued, his tone steady, almost solemn now.

"It is a flame," he said, "in another's heart. The kind that melts the chains around destiny itself. You are the bridge.. between blindness and awakening, between what is and what must become."

His eyes glowed faintly, white light shifting in their depths like rippling water. "Your end is tied to something grand. Something beyond this world's sight."

Nancy's expression hardened, her anger breaking through her control. She raised her hand, pointing at him, her voice sharp and echoing with frustration.

"No," she snapped, cutting through his cryptic calm. "I don't need your vague words ..or this cosmic bullshit!"

Her hand shook slightly, but her voice didn't falter. "Tell me why me?! Why the hell am I the one carrying this duty or whatever you're calling it? I never asked for it! I never wanted it!"

Her voice grew louder, emotion pushing through the cracks in her icy restraint. "How about you tell me how to take this off me! How to get rid of it!"

Riven sighed softly, closing his eyes for a brief moment before looking at her again. His calm didn't waver, though something faintly sorrowful flickered across his face.

"This isn't something you.. or anyone can refuse," he said gently. "This is not a task. It's not a burden. It's an existence written into the fabric of what you are. You were chosen for it, Nancy Dragonwevr. You can fight it, hate it, deny it.. but you cannot undo it."

He shook his head slowly, almost regretfully. "It is a duty given by the cosmos itself. And you will have to accept it whether you wish to or not."

Nancy stared at him, her cold blue eyes narrowing, though beneath them something fragile stirred quiet disbelief mingled with exhaustion.

"So you mean," she said finally, her voice low and hollow, "there's no way out?"

Her lips trembled just faintly, her composure slowly reassembling into steel. "No way I can escape this? I'll have to live these years, suffer through whatever hell this world throws at me… before dying anyway?"

"Your suffering wouldn't be of this amount if only your real destiny hadn't been bent," Riven said quietly, his tone still calm, that same kind, serene smile resting on his lips. "Four days ago, the thread of fate was pulled out of its line. Now it will roll itself again.. better or worse, but always toward the same result."

He spoke as if reciting something already written, his eyes half-lidded, voice faintly echoing beneath the rustling leaves of the garden.

Nancy stared at him, disbelief darkening her gaze. Her brows knitted together, lips pressing into a tight line as her hands clenched at her sides.

"So from your words," she said slowly, her voice trembling slightly.. not with fear, but with contained rage "you knew."

Riven's smile didn't falter.

"You knew," she repeated, her tone rising, "that I was going to be raped four days ago." Her words struck like knives, her voice breaking the stillness of the garden. "You knew ..and you did nothing."

She took a sharp step toward him, her aura flaring faintly, cold air rippling outward. "Honestly, I don't even care that you didn't help me," she spat, "because I don't even know who the hell you are. You had no reason to. But to say that if it had happened... if I had been violated, destroyed.. that it would have been a better fate for me?"

Her voice cracked, filled with raw fury and disbelief. "Do you even hear yourself?"

Her expression twisted, disgust clear in her eyes. "You're disgusting," she hissed. "A disgusting person who dares to talk about people's pain like it's some divine calculation. And you stand there smiling like that.." her voice rose sharply, "while saying something like this?! Don't you even have the smallest bit of shame?"

Riven didn't react. Not to her anger, not to her disgust. His smile remained exactly as it was soft, almost gentle.

When he spoke again, his voice was slow, calm, almost like a whisper meant for the wind rather than her.

"Even the Preserver cannot save those who are meant to suffer for equilibrium."

Nancy's breath caught.. not because she believed him, but because the words themselves carried a weight that pressed against her chest.

"For in their pain," Riven continued, his eyes closing briefly, "the world learns to feel again. The universe moves through sacrifice. It is not mercy.. it is correction."

He opened his eyes, the white of them glimmering faintly as sunlight caught their surface. "Your duty may be filled with sorrow and suffering, but through that pain, the world will become better. Your torment is not meaningless, Nancy Dragonwevr. Take it as a sacrifice for the greater good."

His tone didn't waver as if he were describing something as natural as the change of seasons.

Nancy just stared at him, her lips parting slightly before she let out a bitter, breathless laugh. "Greater good?" she repeated softly, her voice trembling with restrained fury. "What great good could possibly come from something like this?"

Her gaze hardened, her words now laced with venom. "There's no justice in this. None."

She took another step toward him, her expression sharp and furious. "What kind of stupid, twisted argument are you even trying to make?"

Her aura flickered again faint shards of frost forming at her feet, melting instantly under the sunlight. If she didn't need answers from him, if this strange boy wasn't the one who supposedly knew the truth Razeal had spoken of, she would have struck him already.

Every fiber in her body wanted to.

Riven tilted his head slightly, his white eyes unblinking. "Justice?" he repeated, his tone calm almost curious, as though tasting the word.

Then he smiled again. "There is no justice in nature."

Nancy froze, her expression caught between shock and disbelief.

"Justice is a human invention," Riven continued, his voice smooth and steady. "A convenient illusion.. one that the universe does not acknowledge."

He stepped closer, his calmness both infuriating and suffocating. "A tiger eats a deer, or a fish, or whatever it finds weaker than itself. Tell me, does nature punish the tiger for that?"

Nancy didn't answer

"Of course not," Riven said, his tone almost gentle. "There is no punishment.. only balance. The tiger will ask, 'Why was I made a tiger?' It will not have eaten a deer if it simply was made deer or elephant."

His smile remained fixed.. soft, patient, eternal. "There is no cosmic fairness. Nature does only what is required for the world to continue. What burns too brightly must burn out sooner. What suffers deeply becomes the foundation for what comes next."

Nancy's breath quickened. Her eyes, cold as ice, trembled faintly.

Riven's voice lowered, his tone taking on a faint, almost reverent weight. "Your agony will not be forgotten," he said. "It will echo through the world.. through those who come after you. Your end will become their beginning."

He looked directly into her eyes then unblinking, unwavering. "So accept it. Accept your duty. Your responsibility. That will be the best path ..for you, and for the order that governs all things."

Nancy's hands shook at her sides. "Don't try to make it sound noble," she said through clenched teeth. "You talk about suffering like it's some kind of divine favor. But you're just watching people burn and calling it light."

Riven only smiled again, that same calm, eternal smile. "Don't become like him," he said softly.

Her eyes narrowed. "Him?"

Riven nodded slightly. "The one who defied his path. The one who thought he could twist the lines of destiny itself."

"You mean Razeal," Nancy asked unsure why his name apeared in her head... But it was instictive maybe just because of remembering those deep strong and defiance filled eyes of him.

Riven didn't confirm nor deny it.. his silence was answer enough.

"Believe me," Riven said finally, his tone almost sympathetic. "By trying to change his fate by refusing to walk his destined road.. he made it worse. Far worse than it ever would have been if he had simply accepted it."

He took a step back, folding his hands calmly. "Mortals always think they can outsmart the cosmos," he said softly, almost to himself. "That defiance makes them free. But it only makes them suffer longer."

His white eyes glimmered faintly. "If he had simply walked his path quietly, his pain would have been shorter… cleaner. Instead, his rebellion will haunt not just him, but everything connected to him."

Nancy stared at him.. her breathing sharp, her expression a storm of disbelief, anger, and confusion.

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