I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space-Chapter 393: Secret Behind Levys Boonb

Levy’s pov

"Levy... this is the best... for both of us." Aurora’s voice was soft but steady, carrying a quiet firmness that made it clear she had already decided about this far clearer than she was spokimg about it. She stood in front of him, looking up into his face with those trembling pink eyes of hers, eyes that always seemed full of warmth and fragile life. Yet now there was something else in them too resolve.

"If we go with him," she continued slowly, choosing each word carefully as if afraid that one wrong sentence might push Levy further in the opposite direction, "Our lives will never be peaceful. You know that."

She shook her head faintly.

"I haven’t known him for long," she admitted. "But I know one thing... wherever that man goes, trouble follows." A faint bitter smile appeared on her lips. "Or maybe he walks straight into trouble himself."

Aurora lifted her gaze again.

"Did you see it today?" she asked quietly. "The way everything around him turns into chaos?"

"Also.. That man... he’s cruel, Levy." She hesitated, then added softly, "Leave everything else aside... did you see how he treated his own mother?"

The memory made her chest tighten.

"He acts like he doesn’t care," she said. "Like he doesn’t feel anything at all."

Her voice softened further.

"He’s.. He’s fully filled with rage and only betrayal.. he thinks he got.."

"He’s not like us."

Aurora slowly reached forward and placed her hand over Levy’s chest, right above his heart.

"We are simple people," she whispered.

Her gaze trembled again.

"I... don’t have much time left."

The sentence hung in the air like something fragile that might shatter if spoken too loudly.

"You know that."

Levy’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

"Ten years," she continued faintly. "Or maybe a little more but yeah..."

Aurora took a shaky breath.

"And I want to spend that time with you." Her voice softened into something deeply intimate. "Peacefully.. Happily.. And just us."

Her fingers tightened slightly against his shirt.

"I want to live those years with love... with quiet mornings and evenings together... without fear of monsters, wars, politics, or powerful people destroying everything around us or whatever.. Just we.."

Her pink eyes trembled with emotion.

"If we go with him... that won’t happen."

She didn’t need to say more.

The image of what life beside someone like Razeal would look like was obvious.

Endless conflict.

Danger.

Uncertainty..

"I think the answer is obvious," she said quietly.

Levy still said nothing. He simply stood there looking down at her, his face unreadable, his thoughts tangled in silence.

Aurora waited a moment.

Then she spoke again, trying to gently push him toward the decision she had already made in her heart.

"We don’t owe him anything," she said. "Nothing."

She shook her head again.

"He said it himself.. He knows it too."

Her voice gained a small edge of insistence.

"We don’t need anything from him. And we don’t owe him anything."

Levy’s gaze finally shifted slightly.

"But i feel like I still owe him something," he said at last.

"No... both of us do."

Aurora blinked in disbelief. "What? No, we don’t!" she replied quickly, almost sharply. She couldn’t understand why Levy seemed so stubborn when the situation felt so clear to her. "Why are you saying that?"

"He saved our lives back there," Levy said, his voice calm but firm. "If he hadn’t... we wouldn’t be standing here right now." His eyes lowered briefly as the memory surfaced again. "We still owe him our lives."

But.. Aurora shook her head immediately.

"No," she insisted. "That’s not true."

Her tone grew firmer.

"We wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place if not for him."

She crossed her arms slightly as if protecting herself from the argument.

"He was our leader," she continued. "He had responsibility for us."

Her voice sharpened a little.

"He said it himself that he was just doing the right thing."

Levy looked down at her again, his voice softer now. "No... we still owe him. Both of us." His gaze drifted somewhere distant for a moment. "Can you imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t stepped in?" His words trailed off because the answer was too obvious and too dark.

"Even if that were true," she said after a moment, forcing herself to stay calm, "what then?"

Her voice trembled slightly now.

"You’re going to repay him for the rest of your life?" she asked. "Risking yourself every time he gets into trouble? Following him into whatever disaster he creates?"

Her eyes filled with emotion again.

"Then what is our life for?"

The question hung heavy.

"You know I don’t have much time," she whispered again.

Her fingers clenched into the fabric of her dress.

"Ten years... or something."

Her gaze softened painfully.

"And all I want is to spend that time with you." Her voice dropped to a near whisper.

"With the man I love."

Her eyes searched his face.

"Can I not even have that?"

Levy looked down at her quietly.

For a moment, the stubbornness in his thoughts wavered.

Truthfully... he wasn’t even sure why he still cared about that emotionless bastard.

Razeal was dangerous, Cold, Complicated.

Yet still... Levy sighed softly.

"It’s not just about that either," he said quietly.

Aurora frowned, confusion replacing some of her frustration. "What are you talking about?"

Levy looked directly into her eyes now.

"We also need something from him."

Aurora blinked again, completely confused. "What?" she asked slowly. "What could we possibly need from him?"

She genuinely couldn’t understand. To her, Levy sounded like he was desperately inventing excuses.

But Levy didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he gently took her hand.

The sudden gesture caught Aurora off guard. She looked down at their joined hands in surprise before looking back up at him.

"Come with me," Levy said quietly.

And without waiting for further protest, he guided her away from the street and toward a small house behind his shop. Aurora followed reluctantly, still confused about what he was doing. The building itself was modest and plain, nothing unusual to anyone who might glance at it from the outside. But Levy led her quickly through the back entrance and down a narrow hallway and then..

They entered a small storage room.

Aurora opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but Levy was already moving.

He crouched beside a shelf and slid aside a stack of wooden crates. Beneath them, hidden carefully within the floor, was a concealed latch.

Aurora blinked her eyes slightly.

Levy pulled the latch.

With a quiet grinding sound, a section of the floor shifted open, revealing a narrow stone staircase descending into darkness.

Aurora stared at it in stunned silence. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"You... have a secret basement?" For what? she asked, bewildered.

Levy didn’t answer.

He simply took her hand again and began descending the stairs.

The air grew cooler as they went down, the dim lantern light casting long shadows along the stone walls. Aurora’s confusion deepened with every step until they finally reached the bottom of the staircase

As now both of them stood in front of a wooden door.. staring at the door..

"What?" Aurora asked softly, her brows knitting together as she stared at Levy with growing confusion. Her pink eyes searched his face, trying to read what he meant. All the way here he had barely spoken a word, his silence heavy, his expression unusually serious. It was not the calm silence she was used to from him. This was different.. tense, weighted with something old and difficult. The curiosity inside her grew stronger with every second.

Levy met her gaze and gave a slow nod, his face still carrying that same grave expression. "My family’s biggest secret," he said quietly, the words sounding heavier than they should have been. "For generations." He paused for a moment before adding in a softer tone, "And since they’re all gone... no one except me knows about it." His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before he continued. "So you’ll be the first person I’ve ever shown this to. The first person I’ve ever told."

Aurora felt something stir inside her at those words. Despite the confusion and unease building in her chest, a small warmth flickered in her heart. Being the first person he trusted with something this important meant something to her.. deeply. She could see from the tension in his posture and the weight in his eyes that whatever he was about to reveal was not something he took lightly. She swallowed quietly and nodded. She didn’t speak, sensing that this moment required silence rather than interruption.

Levy took a slow breath, steadying himself, before reaching out and placing his hand on the handle of the wooden door. For a second he hesitated there, his fingers tightening slightly around the metal as though even he disliked what lay beyond it. Then, with a faint creak that echoed in the quiet basement, he pushed the door open.

The moment the door swung inward, something strange happened.

Small magic lamps fixed along the walls inside the room flickered to life one after another without being touched, their soft blue glow illuminating the darkness automatically as if responding to the door’s opening. The sudden light spilled outward into the basement corridor, revealing the interior slowly.

And then

Levy extended his hand toward Aurora.

Aurora looked down at his hand for a brief moment before placing her own into it. His palm was warm and steady, though she could feel a faint tension in the way his fingers closed around hers. He nodded once, silently urging her forward.

Taking a deep breath of his own, Levy stepped inside.

Aurora followed him.

The moment they entered the room, a strange heaviness settled in the air, almost as if the room itself carried the weight of years... perhaps centuries. Levy seemed to feel it too.. she noticed the subtle tightening of his jaw. It was clear even he disliked being here.

Aurora’s curiosity sharpened immediately as her eyes began scanning the room.. And as she did

She just froze.

Her entire body went still.

The room was large.. much larger than she had expected for something hidden beneath a simple house. It stretched far into the distance, its walls lined from floor to ceiling with wooden shelves arranged in long rows. The shelves extended across the entire chamber, forming organized racks that filled nearly every inch of space. There were no chairs, no tables, no decorations. Nothing but shelves.

And on those shelves...

Jars.

Large glass jars.

Hundreds of them.

Each jar was filled with a strange translucent liquid that reflected the faint blue glow of the magic lamps.

Aurora’s breathing slowed as her gaze traveled over the shelves.

At first she couldn’t fully process what she was seeing.

But then her eyes focused.

And her pupils trembled.

Inside every single jar... floating gently in that preserved liquid...

Was a heart.

A human heart.

Young looking...

Perfectly preserved as if time itself had stopped the moment it was placed inside.

Aurora’s stomach twisted violently.

Her eyes moved from one jar to the next, then the next, then the next.. only to realize that every shelf in the entire room was filled with them. Dozens upon dozens upon dozens.

Hundreds..

Hundreds of human hearts floating silently inside glass jars.

And they were small.

Too small.

Almost unmistakably the size of kids hearts.

Aurora felt a cold shiver run violently down her spine. A sickening sensation crawled beneath her skin, as if ants were moving under it. The air inside the room suddenly felt suffocating.

Her lips parted slightly but no sound came out at first.

Her mind refused to accept what her eyes were seeing.

Finally she forced herself to look away from the shelves and turned toward Levy.

"Wh... what... what is this?" she whispered, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Her eyes were wide with horror and confusion as she looked up at him.

More than anything, she needed an explanation.

Because the man she loved.. the gentle, the quiet man, who spoke softly and held her hand like it was something precious was standing beside hundreds of preserved human hearts hidden beneath his house?

"I..." Levy began.

But the words stalled.

He didn’t know where to start.

For a moment he simply looked at her, acknowledging the fear and confusion in her expression.

Then he nodded faintly.

He had expected this reaction.

There was no way anyone could see this room and not feel disturbed.

Still... he had to explain.

"This..." he said quietly, gesturing faintly toward the rows of jars, "this is connected to something I told you once before."

Aurora didn’t respond. Her eyes remained locked on his face, waiting.

Levy took a slow breath.

"You remember when I told you that my family received a blessing from a god a long time ago?" he said.

Aurora blinked slightly.

Yes... she remembered that story.

Levy had once mentioned that his family possessed the divine boon passed down through generations as how she have too.

"And since you... also carry a boon running through your bloodline," Levy continued slowly, his voice quieter now as if the air inside that chamber itself demanded reverence, "you understand better than most that these so-called blessings are never truly gifts." He turned his head slightly to look at Aurora again, the dim blue light of the magic lamps reflecting faintly in his eyes. "Every power granted by something divine comes with a price... Sometimes a terrible one."

Aurora didn’t immediately answer. She simply looked back into his eyes, and what she saw there made her chest tighten. The seriousness she had noticed earlier was still there, but now she could clearly see the sorrow behind it. It wasn’t just discomfort. It was grief.. old grief that had lived in him for years.

Slowly, she nodded.

She knew exactly what he meant.

The boons given by gods were never free.

There was always a cost.

Levy took a breath and turned his gaze away from her again, letting his eyes drift across the endless rows of jars lining the chamber walls. His hand lifted slowly, gesturing toward them.

"So... all of this," he said quietly, sweeping his hand across the room filled with preserved hearts, "this is the price our family paid... for that boon."

His voice faltered slightly.

Aurora noticed the moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes as he looked at the shelves. The sadness there was not just intellectual understanding.. it was deeply personal.

Aurora remained silent for several seconds, trying to process everything she was seeing.

"Price?... paid...?" she murmured slowly, repeating the words as if tasting them, trying to understand the meaning behind them.

Levy nodded faintly.

"You remember the story I once told you," he continued. "About my ancestor... the man who first received the blessing."

Aurora nodded again.

"Yes," Levy said quietly. "He was one of the most devoted worshippers of the god Vareth. His faith was so absolute that eventually the god noticed him. Pleased with his devotion, Vareth appeared before him and offered him a wish."

Levy paused, letting the weight of that moment settle in the room.

"Of course," he said softly, "my ancestor asked.."

Levy lifted his hand and pressed it against his own chest, directly over his heart.

"For the Heart of Illusion."

Aurora’s eyes flickered with curiosity despite the horror surrounding them.

"The god granted his request," Levy continued. "Vareth placed the blessing directly into my ancestor’s heart. With it, he gained incredible abilities.. powers that allowed him to accomplish things no ordinary human could even dream of. He became.

Powerful even Revered in those times."

For a brief moment, Levy’s voice carried a trace of bitterness.

"But blessings from gods rarely come alone."

His eyes darkened.

"When my ancestor eventually had his first child," Levy continued slowly, "he discovered the curse hidden within that blessing."

Aurora’s body tensed slightly.

Levy looked down at the floor as he explained.

"From that generation onward... every child born into our bloodline carries a fatal flaw." He paused before continuing, as if forcing himself to say the words out loud. "When a child reaches around ten... or between thirteen years old... their heart begins to fail."

"Their body weakens. Their life slowly drains away," Levy continued quietly. "No medicine can stop it. No magic can heal it.. Nothing works.."

"And.. There is only one way to save them."

He looked back at her.

"That Heart..."

Aurora’s pupils trembled.

"The heart that carries the original blessing.. "

"So he did it and.. now the heart passed down through every generation must be removed from the parent and placed inside the child," Levy explained. "Only that heart can sustain the life of the next generation."

He paused.

"And once the child receives it... the parent dies.. Obiously."

Silence filled the chamber.

Aurora stared at him, her mind struggling to comprehend what he had just said.

Levy slowly looked toward the jars again.

"So that’s what my ancestor did," he said quietly. "When his son reached the age where the curse appeared... he took out his own heart and gave it to him."

His voice dropped lower.

"And that son... grew up knowing the same fate awaited him."

Levy gestured again toward the shelves.

"The second generation did the same thing. Then the third. Then the fourth. Over and over again."

Aurora’s gaze slowly drifted across the room once more.

Hundreds of hearts.

Each one belonging to someone who had once lived.

Each one representing a sacrifice.

Each one representing a parent who had given their life to save their child.

Levy placed his hand back against his chest again.

"The heart inside me right now..." he said quietly, "is that same original heart."

Aurora’s eyes widened slightly.

"I inherited it from my father," he continued.

For a moment, his voice wavered.

"And if I hadn’t... if my father hadn’t given it to me when I was a child..."

He didn’t finish the sentence.

Instead, he lifted his hand and pointed toward a jar sitting on the front shelf near them.

That jar looked slightly different from the others.

The glass was clearer. Cleaner.

Less aged by time.

Inside it floated a heart that looked almost new.

"That," Levy said softly, "is my real heart."

Aurora felt the air leave her lungs.

Her gaze moved from the jar... back to him.

"My father placed the blessed heart into my chest to save me," Levy continued quietly. "And when he did... he left his own heart behind."

"So yeah.. I took my father’s life."

His eyes lingered on the jar.

"Well.. No one in my family ever wanted this curse," he said bitterly. "None of us asked for it.. Yet every generation was forced to repeat the same sacrifice."

He gestured toward the shelves again.

"These jars hold the hearts of my ancestors. People who once lived because their parents gave everything to save them... and who eventually made the same choice themselves for their own children."

Aurora’s chest tightened painfully.

Levy’s voice dropped even lower.

"Some of them had more than one child," he added.

Amd Aurora suddenly.. felt a chill run through her spine.

"That means... sometimes they had to choose."

The words hung heavily in the air.

Levy closed his eyes briefly.

"Choose which child would live... and which would die."

Aurora’s hand slowly rose to her mouth as the reality of it struck her.

Levy opened his eyes again and looked at her.

"So yes," he said quietly, "this is the real reason I never wanted to marry."

His expression softened slightly, though the sadness remained.

"And the reason I never wanted children."

Because he knew exactly what fate awaited them.

And what choice he would eventually be forced to make.

Levy let out a slow breath that trembled slightly as it left his lungs, his gaze still drifting across the endless shelves of glass jars that filled the chamber. For several seconds he did not speak again, as if gathering his thoughts or perhaps simply trying to steady the emotions that had begun rising inside him. Then, with a faint, almost bitter smile that carried no real amusement behind it, he shook his head lightly. "And you know... the funny thing is," he murmured, his voice low and uneven, "they all thought the same thing too." His eyes flicked briefly toward Aurora before returning to the jars again. "Generation after generation... they all told themselves the same thing. That they would be the ones to stop it. That they would never marry... never have children... as that the curse would end with them." He gave a helpless shrug, the movement heavy with resignation.

"But somehow... it always happened anyway." His lips twitched faintly, though it wasn’t a smile.

"I mean... look at me now." He glanced down at Aurora’s hand still held in his. "I said the same thing my whole life... and now here I am... standing here with you.. Because more you wanna run away from something more desperate you become for that.. Do idiot things.."

Aurora remained silent, watching him carefully. The seriousness in his voice made her chest tighten again, because she could see he wasn’t speaking casually. These were thoughts that had clearly lived inside him for years.

Levy drew in another breath and nodded faintly to himself before continuing. "Do you know how many hearts are here?" he asked quietly, gesturing around the room again. Aurora followed the motion instinctively, her eyes moving once more across the endless rows of glass containers. "Three hundred seventy-eight," he said. "I counted them once." His voice softened even further. "Three hundred seventy-eight people... every single one of them lived this same life."

He looked down briefly, his expression tightening as memories surfaced. "I still remember the day my father told me about all of this," he continued slowly. "It was when my heart started failing." His voice wavered slightly at the memory.

"I was already dying by then. I could barely breathe. My body felt like it was shutting down piece by piece... and he sat beside me and explained everything." Levy swallowed quietly. "He told me that I was going to die... and that he was going to take my place."

Aurora’s fingers tightened instinctively around his hand.

"He explained the curse... the heart... the sacrifice," Levy continued. "And he told me something else too." His eyes lowered again. "He told me that I should never make the same mistake he did."

Aurora frowned slightly, confused.

Levy gave a small, hollow laugh that held more pain than humor. "Of course... I didn’t understand what he meant at the time." He shook his head faintly. "But now I do."

He lifted his gaze back toward her.

"I’m alive because he died."

The words fell into the silence like a stone.

Levy rubbed his eyes quickly with his free hand, wiping away the tears that had finally started forming there. He did it quickly, almost awkwardly, clearly trying not to let her see them. "Can you imagine how messed up that is?" he murmured quietly. "Your whole life... knowing that the only reason you’re breathing is because your father had to die for it."

Aurora’s chest ached hearing the way he said it.

"And the worst part?" Levy continued, his voice becoming rougher as the emotions built inside him. "I can’t even have children." He let out a frustrated breath. "Not unless I want to repeat the same cycle again."

His shoulders sagged slightly.

"The thought of never having a child... never seeing a family grow... knowing that my entire bloodline ends with me..." He trailed off, shaking his head slowly. "It’s not the biggest tragedy in the world... I know that. But it still hits sometimes you know... whenever I think about it..."

His voice had become quieter, almost absent-minded, as he spoke.

Aurora watched him silently, feeling a familiar heaviness forming in her own chest. In some ways... she could understand what he meant more than most people could. She too lived with the knowledge that her life would not be long afterall. She too had accepted the idea that she would never experience certain things that others took for granted.

Not having children.

Watching her family line end with her too. Which she wants to do.. But again

Living with that quiet awareness in the back of her mind that some futures were simply impossible.

Slowly, Aurora turned her head and looked around the chamber again. Her eyes drifted across the rows of preserved hearts, each one suspended silently inside its glass prison. For the first time, she wasn’t just seeing something horrifying. She was seeing the lives behind them.

Every jar held a story.

A child who once nearly died.

A parent who chose to give everything to save them.

A person who grew up carrying that knowledge... that weight... and eventually made the same sacrifice themselves.

Three hundred seventy-eight lives shaped by that single curse.

Aurora felt a deep sadness settle inside her chest.

"This is... so unfair," she murmured softly to herself, almost too quietly to be heard.

Levy didn’t respond. He simply stood there beside her.

Aurora shook her head faintly before turning back toward him again. When she did, she noticed that his grip on her hand had tightened slightly without him realizing it.

She tightened her grip back.

Levy looked up when he felt the pressure.

Their eyes met.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Finally, Levy took a slow breath.

"So... yeah," he said quietly. "This is everything."

Aurora waited, sensing he wasn’t finished yet.

Levy hesitated briefly before continuing.

"And maybe... this is also why we need him."

Aurora blinked..?

Levy looked directly into her eyes now, the emotions inside his expression clearer than ever. "I don’t want my life to end like this," he said softly. "I don’t want to repeat the same tragedy that my family lived through for centuries."

His voice grew stronger as he spoke.

"I want a normal life," he said. "I want to have children someday... to grow old... to build a family that doesn’t end with sacrifice and death."

Levy continued quietly, his eyes filled with raw honesty. "I’ve seen him..." His gaze hardened slightly with thought. "He’s like.. as if cursed too... in his own ways.. Things not having which even normal of human’s have.. even animals.. But despite everything he doesn’t have... he’s still standing till now somehow.. Even getting stronger now... That.. That’s not a coincidence."

Levy squeezed her hand gently.

"I have a feeling.."

"I think... he might be able to help us."

Aurora’s heart skipped.

"If there’s even a chance that he can remove these curses... remove these boons... then maybe..." Levy hesitated before finishing the thought. "Maybe you won’t have to leave me either."

Aurora’s eyes widened slightly.

"I don’t want to lose you," Levy said quietly, his voice trembling with emotion now. "I want to grow old with you. I want to spend my entire life beside you... happy... peaceful... together."

His fingers tightened around hers again.

"And when the time finally comes... I want us to die together like normal people do."

His eyes searched hers.

"This might be our chance."

Levy lowered his head slightly toward her, his expression completely open now.. no hesitation, no hidden thoughts.

"I want to try," he said softly. "With you."

"And.. and.. I.. I want revenge.. That God.. He.. He should pay for this too."

"I don’t know if it’ll ever be possible but.. But.. He’ll have too.."

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