I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space-Chapter 68: Don’t give a Fuck

[Mortal. Since you know about her... you should also know what you’re supposed to do. Or do I need to remind you?] Riven’s voice had changed no longer light and playful, but sharp, cold, and dripping with divine condescension. Like a god speaking to an insect.

Razeal smiled faintly. "So we’ve dropped the ’friend’ act already? That fast?" he said quietly, no fear in his voice only mockery. "Already jumping to threats?"

His eyes narrowed. "I haven’t even done anything. I said nothing wrong. I listened to all your grand words, didn’t I? You called my end inevitable, said I’d lose, mocked my plans and I just sat here silently. Smiled, even."

He leaned slightly back in his chair. "I just said the same thing about you and now you’re angry? Threatening me because I said something true?"

His lips curved into a mocking smirk. "You know she’s not yours. You know you’ll never be together. That’s the fate you refuse to accept. So why get upset when someone else says it?"

He shrugged. "Dont try to joke if you can’t take them"

[I can warn you because I can. I can threaten you because I can. I could erase you without even lifting a finger If you were even close to strong enough, do you think I would waste time threatening you?] Riven’s voice rumbled through the link cold, absolute, and divine.

Razeal stiffened.

The mental space between them trembled. His soul felt like it had been grazed by the tip of a divine blade.

But even then, he didn’t back down. Not outwardly.

"Whatever you want," Razeal muttered. "I have no interest in her. She’s not in my plans. I’m not chasing her or trying to get involved in your sacred soap opera."

His fist clenched tightly beneath the table knuckles white.

Not out of anger toward Riven...

But toward himself.

Yes. This this powerlessness. This is what he hated most.

Anyone could invade his thoughts. Speak in his mind. Threaten him, command him, silence him. And all he could do... was sit there.

Because he was weak.

He was only alive right now because it served their plans the greater good, the preservation of fate, the sacred balance, or whatever the gods called it. Riven wouldn’t kill him yet. Not until his so-called "sacred duty" was fulfilled.

But that didn’t mean Razeal felt safe.

He couldn’t trust gods. Not ever. They could change their minds. They could end him with a breath. And that... that was unacceptable.

He needed strength.

Real strength.

He couldn’t keep living like this afraid to even speak in his own mind. Afraid that one wrong word might end him. That kind of existence... wasn’t living at all.

[Sigh... I shouldn’t have let anger get the better of me.] Riven’s voice came again, softer this time more grounded, almost regretful [Especially not one like you. Someone with so much to carry for the balance. Apologies, kid. I just lost control for a second.]

Maybe it was guilt. Or maybe just divine pride masking itself in humility.

Maybe talking about her... that girl had stirred something in him. Made him overly protective, overly sensitive. Maybe it was his arrogance that couldn’t tolerate being spoken to as an equal by a mortal.

Razeal didn’t care either way.

"Just don’t bother me," he said flatly.

He didn’t need apologies. Especially not from gods.

They said "sorry" like it was some holy chant nothing but shallow words to protect their pride, not to admit fault.

And with that... Riven was gone.

The voice vanished. The pressure lifted.

Silence.

Finally.

Razeal let out a breath, his body relaxing only slightly.

Then

"System," he muttered, his voice low but firm. "Tell me how to get stronger. Fast."

[Host, if you ask me you’re already progressing at a shocking rate.]

The System’s voice chimed in.

[Yesterday you were practically weaker then even an F-rank. Today you could wipe out hundreds of F-rank monsters with ease. But if you want to improve faster, here’s my advice fight more. Kill more. Train like a madman. And above all, get more Skills.]

[Especially offensive ones. Right now, if you face someone with long-range abilities... you’ll be finished before you can even get close.]

Razeal didn’t argue.

He knew it already.

And he knew what needed to be done.

It wasn’t about survival anymore.

He wanted to win. And he’d tear apart anyone and anything that got in his way.

"System," Razeal asked calmly, though the frustration in his voice lingered beneath the surface, "what kind of powers should I be focusing on? Should I go physical like weapons, speed, reflexes or should I aim for magic? I still don’t get it... which one’s actually stronger?"

He truly didn’t know. For someone desperately chasing power, he was still unsure of where to even begin. He had no clear direction, no foundation. And with everything happening around him, time was not a luxury he had.

[That depends, Host. What is your intended goal? What kind of threats are you expecting? If your path is defense-based and your enemy relies on pure aggression, then a physical focus martial mastery, body training, swordsmanship, spear techniques, etc. would be highly effective. But one must be relentless]

"Don’t go into a long list," Razeal interrupted, already rubbing his temple in irritation. "Just tell me. Straight. Which is stronger magic or physical?"

[...]

[It’s magic, Host. No comparison.]

Magic begins by defying the physical world itself. While physical strength can reach incredible levels, it’s always bound by natural limits. Magic has no such boundaries. It can manipulate elements, laws, concepts using not just one’s body, but the very forces of the world around you. Physical strength is personal. Magic is universal.]

The System’s voice continued, echoing slightly in his head with clarity and undeniable logic.

[With enough mastery, mages can use mana to control storms, rewrite the rules of space, freeze time for a second, or burn through reality itself. That’s not something you can punch or dodge.]

"Alright, alright. I get it," Razeal muttered, waving his hand dismissively. "So it’s magic, then. Guess I’ll have to start learning magic skills fast. I have no other choice."

He was already thinking ahead, mentally rearranging his future plans. If power came from magic, then he’d chase that. Relentlessly.

"System, how many elements are there in the Dark Faction?"

[Host, I’ve mentioned this is restricted knowledge. I cannot..]

"Just give me a number," Razeal sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I won’t ask again."

[There are many, but the main ones are thirteen.]

"Thirteen..." Razeal rubbed his chin thoughtfully. That was more than he expected. Actually, it was a bit surprising.

Shadow... yeah, that was definitely one of the primary dark elements, as far as he could guess.

He couldn’t help but wonder what it actually did. That element had always intrigued him. Looks like he’d need to collect more monster cores if he wanted to find out. Increasing his mana would be vital too.

Razeal sat there in silence for a few more seconds, deep in thought.

"Sigh... let’s not complicate things for now," he muttered. "First, I need to take care of the more immediate problems. Food. Shelter. Clothes."

Those were real problems. He didn’t have anything. And he knew absolutely no one in this empire was going to help him.

Well... maybe there was one solution.

He remembered hearing that the academy provided dorms, and even food for all the students. Perhaps he could take advantage of that at least for this week. Temporarily but just to survive.

Just as he was mentally mapping things out, a voice rang out loudly, slicing through the air like a blade.

"Professor Thalia!"

"I’d like to raise an objection."

"As you can see, the boy sitting in the back clearly isn’t interested in listening to important matters like the rules, regulations, or how to earn contribution points," the voice continued, harsh and filled with contempt. "I don’t believe he deserves to be in this classroom. The Royal Classroom is a sacred space he doesn’t belong here. Also, I don’t feel safe having someone like him in the same room. Please, remove him. And I strongly question whether he even passed the trials honestly."

The voice, filled with hostility, rang across the silent classroom.

Razeal looked up slowly.

He had a pretty good idea who she was referring to.

Using words like "unsafe" and "undeserving"... yeah, no question there.

His gaze found the source quickly a girl standing tall, her posture perfect, her long aqua blue hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her eyes burned with disdain as she stared straight at the professor. And the woman she was addressing stood in front, arms resting atop the lecture stand most likely the professor herself, the one Razeal had completely ignored up until now.

He had noticed her when she entered, yes, but hadn’t paid her much attention. He never saw the point. Not like he planned to stay here long.

But now the room had gone dead silent.

Even the smallest whispers ceased.

"Lady Maria," Professor Thalia said, her voice measured but cool. She remained leaning casually against the stand, like someone listening to a mildly amusing story.

Then, her gaze shifted to the back of the classroom.

Right at Razeal.

He looked right back at her, meeting her gaze squarely.

No reaction.

After a long pause, Thalia turned back toward Maria, expression unreadable.

Very interesting," the professor whispered, her voice calm but cutting through the atmosphere like a blade. Then, in a slightly louder voice that carried throughout the classroom, she asked, "Whoever believes that this student does not deserve to be here or should not be allowed to stay, please raise your hands."

There was a brief pause.

And then, slowly, almost unanimously, hands began to rise.

One by one, students lifted their arms, nearly the entire classroom raising their hands without hesitation. Disdain was written on their faces like it was a shared language. There was no shame, only cold unity.

Razeal sat back in his chair, arms crossed, leaning slightly. His expression was unreadable. He looked around slowly, eyes scanning the room, taking in every face without flinching. This wasn’t unexpected. It didn’t even sting anymore.

He scanned faces as the hands went up Areon’s, Sylva’s, and others. But then, his gaze landed on three that remained still.

Selena. Riven. Celestia.

Of all people, they hadn’t raised their hands. That caught his attention.

Was it boredom? Indifference? Or something deeper?

Riven he understood. That guy knew too much. But Celestia? Selena? He couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was beneath them to engage in such petty groupthink. Maybe they simply didn’t care enough to participate. Either way, it wasn’t out of kindness.

Professor Thalia watched it all with practiced detachment. "My, my," she said, voice laced with sarcasm. "Seems like almost no one wants you here, Mr. Razeal. Hmm?"

She raised a hand, motioning for the students to lower their arms. A separate, smaller gesture directed Maria to sit back down, which she did with a small huff of self righteousness.

Razeal just tilted his head slightly, his face as blank as ever.

"Well, now that that’s said," Thalia continued, turning her eyes back to the class, then briefly toward Razeal, "let me clarify something for all of you."

She straightened up from her lectern.

"None of you, nor I, have the authority to remove a student from this Academy once they’ve been accepted. Trials were passed. Conditions were met. As long as rules are not broken, every student here regardless of background has the right to be present."

The reaction was instant.

Grumbling. Dissatisfied murmurs. A few hands even raised again, but she didn’t acknowledge them.

"However," she added, raising her voice, "that does not mean the Academy is blind to... sensitive matters."

Her tone cooled.

"Due to special circumstances, Mr. Razeal will not be permitted access to dormitories. He will not receive any of the regular benefits afforded to Royal Classroom students. No food. No healing. No monthly stipend. No protection. He may train. He may study. But the student zones cafeteria, dorms are off limits. This is the Headmaster’s decision."

A wave of murmurs rippled through the classroom.

"This," she added with biting calm, "is to preserve the dignity of the Academy. We do not welcome rapists."

That last line silenced everything.

Selena flinched.

Her hand twitched halfway upward, as if to object but she pulled it back down. Her lips pressed into a line. Her eyes shut, and she sank deeper into her chair, a deep, pained sigh escaping her.

If I say anything now, I’ll only make it worse, she thought bitterly.

Razeal exhaled through his nose. Well, there goes my half expected food and shelter plan, he thought with a sardonic smirk, rolling his eyes.

Thalia gave no further room for discussion. "That’s all. Apologies if the Academy’s current environment makes anyone uncomfortable. We are, unfortunately, bound by our own rules. But don’t worry he won’t be around long. One week, that’s all."

She tapped the lectern and stepped back, exiting the front of the room.

As she left, whispers immediately swelled.

"Letting a rapist into the Royal Classroom? What kind of Academy does that?"

"This is a stain on the whole Empire."

"A disgrace."

Razeal had enough.

He stood abruptly, the scraping of his chair silencing the room again. Dozens of eyes narrowed as they turned toward him.

Without a word, he walked to the front of the class. Calmly. Slowly. Smiling.

He placed his hand on the lecture stand, leaning slightly forward, his eyes scanning the room. Some students flinched, others prepared to leave. But he lifted one hand, gesturing for them to stay.

"Wait, wait," Razeal said, his voice calm, almost amused. "Just give me a minute. I want to say something."

[Host, what exactly are we doing here?] the system’s voice echoed in his mind.

"Just a second, Villey," Razeal replied silently. "I have something important to teach these fine people."

He turned his attention back to the class, meeting their confused and hostile gazes.

"I see a lot of angry faces," he said, "people dissatisfied with me being here. Even hate me. And yet... none of you know anything about me."

Even Selena, Areon, and celestia leaned slightly forward, listening now.

His gaze locked on the blue haired girl Maria, the one who had started this.

"I’m not here to explain myself. I won’t justify anything. I just want to offer all of you a little... activity."

Students looked at each other, puzzled.

"Take a sheet of paper," he said, "and write down all your complaints. Every reason you think I shouldn’t be here. All your disgust, hate, all the rumors you’ve heard."

A few murmurs rose in the crowd.

"Huh... where is this even going?" someone in the back whispered.

"Did he just lose it or something?"

"I don’t know," another replied under his breath. "Seems like he’s trying to make us write down all the reasons we hate him?"

"write a complaint letter?"

"And then what? What’s he gonna do with that? Frame it?"

"Maybe he’s trying to reflect on it? You know... understand us or something."

"Please. That’s not gonna change a damn thing."

"Could be he just wants sympathy with this whole stunt. Typical pity play."

The classroom murmurs built in hushed confusion as everyone tried to guess what Razeal was planning.

But Razeal continued, voice unwavering.

"So after you’ve written down all your complaints," he said, pausing just long enough to let the silence grow tense, "fold the paper neatly Real tight."

He paused.

And the classroom waited.

"Then," he said with a grin, "...and shove it straight up your ass."

Silence.

Dead silence.

The entire room froze.

Razeal stood there, smiling like a storm was blowing only through him.

Razeal smiled coldly. "If you think I give the slightest damn about your opinions or about this academy then think again. I’m not here for your approval, or anyone else’s. I never asked for your understanding. If you think your gossip, your performative morals, or your pathetic little attempts to humiliate me with stares, whispers or complaints are enough to shake me..."

His eyes narrowed, voice dropping an octave.

"Then you haven’t seen anything yet."

"I don’t give a fuck."

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