I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space-Chapter 63: To The Academy

Morning sunlight filtered through the leaves as Razeal stretched his arms and jumped down from the tall tree he had made his temporary bed for the night.

A relaxed grin stretched across his face, his soaked hair clinging to his forehead, still dripping from a recent rinse. He had just taken a short swim in a nearby river, Why? because... well, he was homeless. Yeah. Not that he was complaining. The cold water had jolted his senses awake, and after everything he endured last night, it felt refreshing.

And why was he jumping out of a tree? Because that’s where he’d just finished his breakfast.

"Healthy living, healthy killing," he muttered with a smirk, munching on the last bite of an apple. His breakfast? A bunch of crisp, half ripe apples he’d collected. It wasn’t much, but enough to fill his stomach and fuel his next step.

But the real reason for his good mood? Last night.

He had done it.

He fought an army. Small but yeah he did

Razeal grinned wider, Happyness gleaming in his eyes.

The person he was yesterday? That guy was already outdated. Last night, he faced off against one hundred Mentises and won. It took him thirty five deaths, sure, but he managed to clutch One versus hundred.

The first few attempts were miserable. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

He died within the first minute.

But each time he died, he learned. A hundred enemies attacking at once was overwhelming, but Razeal started noticing something they weren’t coordinated. Their teamwork was terrible. Too many bodies, too many overlapping movements. Gaps began to appear. Mistakes were made.

And he exploited them.

At first, he could barely kill one or two before dying. Then five. Ten. By the twentieth attempt, he was carving through waves, his movement more calculated, his dodging more graceful. His perception skill was sharpening too, thanks to that relentless pressure. And finally, after what felt like endless blood and effort, on the thirty-fifth attempt killed all hundred.

He didn’t just win. He grew.

Thanks to that hellish fight, he earned a precious upgrade:

[Lesser Healing (E) → Basic Healing (D) - Progress: 121/10,000]

His healing had stepped up. Though admittedly, it still wasn’t fast enough to make a big difference. A simple two centimeter wound still took ten full minutes to heal. Too slow to rely on mid battle. But healing was healing.

But what excited him even more was the evolution of his most powerful skill:

(SSS) Killing Intent (F) → Killing Intent (E) [0.08/1000]

He had killed well over a thousand Mentises in total through all the attempts. But now that his skill ranked up, each kill granted drastically less progress points per kill had dropped to a tenth. The System explained: he had to kill E-ranked monsters now to progress faster.

Still, he wasn’t complaining.

Because he unlocked a new effect:

[Killing Body: Physical stats increase as more you kill]

Razeal’s eyes practically glowed when he first saw it.

Immediately, he pulled up his stats.

Strength: E+

Agility: E

Both had increased.

He didn’t even do anything other than kill. That effect alone made Killing Intent feel like a shortcut to raw power. He confirmed with the System yeah, the stat boost would continue with the skill’s progression. If he pushed it to SS rank, would that make his physical stats SS rank too?

The thought made his heart pound with greedy excitement.

He wanted more. More power. Maybe just go back and start clutching again not like he is harming anyone.

But alas, time wasn’t on his side.

It was morning now.

And he had to get moving.

Today was the first day of his so-called hellish academy life and he had to be prepared. He had lessons to teach. People to deal with.

He sighed, tossing away the apple core. Time to stop thinking about stats and start acting like a normal student who is villain.

As he walked in the Academy’s direction, he glanced down at himself.

Black polished shoes. A fresh black-and-white suit that looked expensive enough to make a noble second guess. His hair was tied loosely, and his eyes had a calmness like some noble protagonist. A good looking vilain.

And yes... he was also wearing a new black underwear.

He paused, grimacing slightly as one image returned.

That woman.

He still didn’t know what she was doing with his old underwear. He had tried not to think about it. But it always came crawling back to his brain.

What the hell could she possibly be doing with his old underwear?

He shivered slightly, pushing the thought away.

Some things were better left unknown.

He shook the thought away.

After several minutes of walking, Razeal found himself entering a bustling roadway. Stalls lined both sides of the street, colorful fabrics fluttering in the wind, vendors shouting to attract customers, and the air heavy with the aroma of roasted meat and spiced fruits. Carriages of all kinds rolled along the main street, but they weren’t the regular wooden ones pulled by normal horses.

These were majestic beasts, larger than any average horse, their powerful bodies steaming with mana. Flames danced along the back of their necks where hairs should be, creating an awe inspiring scene. Most carriages were crafted from extravagant materials glistening with gold, platinum, encrusted gems, and stones he couldn’t even name.

Only nobles and high-ranking citizens could afford the permits required to ride such luxurious transport through this part of the capital. It was a clear marker of wealth and status. Afterall now, Razeal had stepped foot inside this very city the beating heart of the strongest and richest Empire in the entire world.

He walked silently, his presence immediately attracting attention. His clothes were distinct ofcourse, not crafted from noblewear nor any of fashion going on in this world atleast. People glanced at him, brows raised, some with curiosity, most with thinly veiled disdain. Their whispers trailed after him like fog.

But Razeal paid them no mind.

But then... something caught his eye.

He stopped.

In front of him stood a massive stone wall, one of many that lined the city’s walkways but that wasn’t what made him halt.

His eyes narrowed.

It was his face. On a wanted style poster.

He leaned in and read the words written below it:

Empire Notice:

This disgusting, ugly looking pig has been granted the honor of a duel against Areon Drakenvyr.

To all civilians and citizens, refrain from harming him at least for one week injury. Do not inflict extreme damage.

– Signed by Saintess Selene Luminous & Duke Drakenvyr

Razeal went silent.

"...Umm. Well... Alright, then," he muttered under his breath.

He turned his head slowly, only to see more posters plastered along every wall, every pole, every stall.

They were everywhere.

The same drawing. The same title. The same insult.

His face. The same notice. The same insult.

Razeal let out a quiet, annoyed sigh. These kinds of things just might make me start hating everyone, he thought, boredly, but there was a dull ache behind the thought.

It wasn’t about the protection. That part was fine he didn’t mind people being told not to touch him.

But the way it was phrased. The fact that it was done publicly in an official document no less. Calling him disgusting. A pig. Ugly.

Yeah, that... didn’t sit well with him.

Honestly, he felt more disgusted reading it than the people likely felt looking at him.

Part of him wanted to barge into the office of whoever wrote this and beat the shit out of them. But he held himself back for now. He wasn’t strong enough yet.

Soon, he thought.

At least, he told himself, he could walk freely now without covering his face or hiding in shadows.

That was something, right?

Still, as he walked, the people around continued whispering judgmental eyes, snickers, expressions full of mockery and thinly veiled disgust. None of them dared approach, but that didn’t stop them from staring.

Whispers buzzed around him like bees.

"That’s the pig from the posters, right?"

"Is he really going to fight the Drakenvyr heir?"

"What bad day’s Empire has came a rapist is walking so openly in imperial capital now"

Razeal ignored them all.

After another few minutes of walking under judgmental stares and half hidden snickers, he finally arrived in front of the academy gates.

He stood before the gates of the academy.

And calling them "gates" would be an understatement.

A monstrous gate, at least 800 feet tall, stood proud and looming. Forged from a solid, mysterious gray metal, it gleamed with a muted luster under the morning sun. Razeal couldn’t even begin to guess what the material was, but one thing was certain it wasn’t anything found in the common wild.

The wall that flanked the gate stretched endlessly to both his left and right. He couldn’t see where it ended, giving him a true sense of the academy’s scale. This wasn’t just an institution. It was a fortress.

Along the perimeter of the walls, every ten meters or so, stood a fully armored knight. Each of them unmoving, like statues carved from divine stone. Their armor shimmered faintly with enchantments, and even without any aura flaring, Razeal could feel it these weren’t weaklings.

[System, what rank are those guards?]

[Each is at least Fourth Rank. Some are Fifth Rank. Their average strength equals or exceeds that of city lords in outskirt lands.]

Razeal nodded to himself.

Yeah this was Arkanveil Academy the most prestigious, dangerous, and resource filled school in the entire Empire...Nah World.

He lifted his gaze.

At the top of the gate, inscribed in flowing, silver-white letters, were the words:

Arkanveil Academy.

Simple and elegant..

He took a deep breath.

"Well, whatever. Not here to sightsee," he muttered.

And with that, He adjusted his cuffs, rolled his shoulders, and stepped forward

Just as Razeal stepped forward, his gaze landed on the figure standing directly in front of the gates.

Dorn.

The Warden of course it had to be him the very person assigned to check the names of students before letting them in.

Razeal’s steps slowed slightly.

"What shitty luck," he muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing.

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