I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space-Chapter 74: Cheats Of Opponents

After ten minutes, Razeal flopped onto the bed with freshly laid sheets and newly fluffed pillows, sinking into the softness as though he had discovered the very gates of heaven.

For a moment, he lay still, arms stretched wide, eyes closed, the faintest smile curling at the edges of his lips. A wave of emotion hit him so hard he almost teared up. How many years had it been since he last slept in a real bed? Since he last had a roof over his head that wasn’t made of stone or broken tiles, a meal that wasn’t dry bread or apple?

Just minutes ago, he’d eaten a hot, home cooked meal. It had nearly brought him to tears. Food that wasn’t out of a jungle. Food with flavor. Warmth. Soul. For a moment, it made him forget the hatred and humiliation life had thrown at him.

But he couldn’t stay in that bliss for long.

Snapping out of his trance, he sat up abruptly. His black hair fell slightly over his face as he glanced around the small room. This wasn’t the time for rest.

"Alright, System," he muttered, now composed. "We have seven days. Seven days to turn me into a powerhouse. Let’s not waste a single second."

[Affirmative, Host. Initiating battle candidate analysis. Displaying potential opponents that Areon might choose as a substitute in your duel.]

A digital list began forming in his mind, the names scrolling down like stars in a night sky.

[Total Candidates: 701]

[1. Nancy Dragonwevr – Areon’s younger sister]

[2. Selena Luminous – The Saintess of the Empire]

[3. Sylva Faerelith – Low chance, but possible]

[4. Nova Virelan – Elder sister, minimal chance]

[5. Duchess of Dragonwevr – 0.00001% probability]

[6. Celestia Gwon Valentine – Ex-fiancée, almost nonexistent probability]

[7. Eldest Daughter of Knight Commander Vairn...]

...

..

The list continued, cascading down into the hundreds.

"Alright, alright! Slow it down," Razeal groaned, rubbing his temples. "I don’t need every single name. Just give me the top threats."

"There’s no way I’m calculating all seven hundred of them."

[Filtering for highest probability and combat threat level...]

His mind focused in as he crossed his arms, thinking carefully. "So, most likely candidates... definitely from the Duke families. If they really want to protect their pride after Areon’s loss, they won’t just send anyone. They’ll send their best."

His lips twitched.

"If they send the Duchess herself... just throw me in a coffin now. I can’t beat that, even with seven heads and three legs."

He was joking, but the underlying seriousness of his words settled in the air like a heavy fog.

[Probability Highest: Nancy Dragonwevr – 62%]

"Nancy, huh... Areon’s little sister," Razeal whispered, his eyes narrowing. "Only one year younger, but already a boss monster."

Razeal tried to remember what her level was at this point in the plot.

She wasn’t just a girl with noble blood. Nancy had inherited the rarest of blessings and highest bloodline of a royal ice dragon. The Dragonwevr family was unique among the noble houses, holding not just one, but two ancient Royal dragon bloodlines fire and ice. The fire lineage ran through Areon. The ice, through Nancy in this generation.

He shuddered slightly.

"She’s a dragon bloodline user with innate high affinity for ice. high level elemental control. Not just spells, but physical strength, reflexes, and resilience... all beyond human standard. Her swordsmanship? Almost at Swordmaster level. Not quite there, but close. And her magic rank?"

[Confirmed: Fifth-Rank Combat Mage. B-Class.]

Razeal’s eye twitched.

Razeal’s lips twitched. "Great... that means am getting fucked."

Compared to his current level? Mantis killer. He was barely surviving against E-ranked monsters, and this girl was probably training on B+ or even A-ranked foes. Plus, she had inherited buffs from her bloodline, possibly resistance to elements, increased perception, or worse a form of berserk mode when enraged.

Not to mention Nancy had high combat intelligence not like dumb monsters making her a hundred times worse.

And this... this was from Dragonwevr the weakest of the four Duke families.

Razeal sighed at his fate.

One could only imagine the sheer power the other three Dukes’ heirs held. And this wasn’t even going into all the dragon bloodline buffs. There were dozens of passive traits that could kick in mid-battle strength multipliers, enhanced healing, magical resistance...

"Just what kind of monsters are hidden in the other families?"

His mind drifted to the second most likely candidate.

"Selena Luminous..."

The Saintess.

[Estimated Probability of Being Chosen: 29%] the system added, highlighting the possibility like a red warning.

If the Dragonwevr family thought Nancy was too weak... or if they just wanted to make an overwhelming statement, they might bring out their nuke instead of a bomb.

"Yeah. Just to be sure," Razeal muttered, leaning forward, eyes narrowing with thought.

"So... what was Selena’s power level at this point in the story?"

The moment he asked, Razeal almost regretted it. He remembered far too well. He wish its not how its in novel.

Selena Luminous was one of those characters that made him question the author’s sanity. Or more accurately, what kind of drugs the author might’ve been on when writing her.

She was broken. Completely, unapologetically broken.

Her first ability? A passive healing skill so absurd, it sounded like a lie. She was born with a "Holy Body" ~ a divine blessing that made her body a walking sanctuary. Not only did it come with countless minor buffs, but it passively functioned like a seventh-rank, high-grade healing spell.

In system terms? An S-ranked healing spell was literally running passive through her body nonstop, 24/7. It wasn’t just regeneration. It could reverse near-death states, neutralize poisons, dispel curses up to the seventh rank. Even if her heart was cut out, she’d regenerate it.

And that was just the beginning.

Her mana pool? Razeal scoffed.

It was described in the novel as being so vast that it dwarfed the total combined mana of a small kingdom. The line he remembered distinctly: "Even if the mana of four million people were gathered combined, it would still not rival hers."

There was a scene, six years from now in the novel’s timeline, where Selena stood on the battlefield and cast sixth rank healing spells on 300,000 troops every single on of them. Alone. Single handedly. And the result?

She just looked tired.

Not unconscious. Not drained. Just tired.

That alone would be enough to make her a national treasure, but no. There was more.

She was the Saintess, a chosen vessel of divinity. She had access to Holy Magic, Judgement Magic, Light Magic, and Miracle Magic. Literally she could rain down thousands of spears of light or bind enemies with divine chains of justice without a sweat.

And worst of all? She held four Divine Spells. No one knew what they were, not even the author had revealed them. Just the terrifying hint that they existed was enough.

Razeal didn’t even try to guess what rank she was.

"Forget it... I’ll need to develop skills that let me dodge in 360 degrees... probably even across timelines if that’s even possible," he muttered.

Because getting hit by any of her spells?

Would be game over.

His head was spinning.

And this was just Selena.

There were still more monsters on the list. Like Sylva Faerelith a literal nightmare walking.

She was levels above Selena even now. She was operating on a completely different level from the rest. And he didn’t even want to think about his ex elder sister, Nova Virelan.

Just leave it.

Razeal sighed and flopped back on the bed. The soft pillow under his head felt like luxury. It helped. A little.

"It’s not just these two. Their whole families are broken. You pick any side character from one of the noble houses, and they’re practically walking cheat codes."

He remembered when he first read the novel.

At the time, he thought the author was either a genius or insane. Maybe both. The noble houses had abilities that made other characters feel like background props.

And then there was the Virelan family.

The ultimate cheaters. Their entire families were cheat characters. Even those from the outer lineage were absurdly powerful. The sheer scale of unfair advantage was insane

he truly believed the author had to be high on some top-tier drug when designing this world.

Each person was more broken than the last.

It was like a competition to see who cheated harder.

They were, by far, the most overpowered family in the story.

Except one.

The Imperial Family.

They were the ultimate cheaters. Beyond logic. Beyond fairness.

Their power was on an entirely different level.

They were the biggest hack the world had ever seen.

Especially Celestia the strongest among the entire imperial family, surpassing even those from all previous generations.

Razeal remembered reading all that and thinking, "There’s no way anyone could ever challenge them."

Why would anyone create a world like this? he used to think.

Who would the challenge even be for characters like this?

But he was wrong.

Because the author, in all his madness, had given the ultimate cheat not to the heroes...

But to the villain.

To him.

Razeal Virelan.

Well not him but the original version of him from the novel.. the original Razeal.

He was meant to be the final boss. The endgame. The catastrophe of the world afterall.

A villain so terrifying that all of the world’s powers had to unite just to slow him down.

He remembered the end Chapters. Razeal, in his villain arc, was able to fight the combined might of the entire continent. Alone. The protagonist’s party, the noble families, even the divine beings and all magical creatures had to work together to seal him away. And that too, using plot armor, one can only imagine what drugs the author might have smoked.

Thinking about it now, Razeal couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly.

"Honestly... I would’ve loved to take that power," he muttered.

But he knew better.

That power came with consequences. Dangerous ones.

Even the System had warned him about it.

[Do not touch that power. Do not go down that path.]

It might’ve been tempting, sure...

But Razeal knew some things were never worth it.

He have System function now. So why taks so many risks?

Honestly, the only real obstacle wasn’t the danger. It was that villains were stingy as hell.

Convincing them took an eternity like pulling teeth from a dragon.

Sure, the last few he’d went to might’ve seemed easy on the surface, but it wasn’t nearly as smooth as it looked. The amount of mental gymnastics, effort, and subtle manipulation he’d had to do just to get a basic yes?

Not worth it.

So far, the only genuinely "good" person he’d met had been Zenocide.

That guy... yeah, he was cooperative.

But even then, the man had nothing except one single SSS-ranked skill.

An unbelievably powerful, sure but still raw, underdeveloped, and painfully hard to master.

Even now, after all this time, he had only managed to push it from F-rank to E-rank.

The potential was massive, but the grind was brutal.

"I really needs to put more work into it," Razeal murmured, almost talking to himself.

Then suddenly, an idea clicked.

"System?" he asked, a flicker of thought lighting in his eyes.

"Is there any currency that works inside the system?"

If there was...

Then there had to be some way to leverage it, right?

[There is no fixed currency in System Space,] the System replied promptly.

[And honestly, Host, I don’t think any villain even at A-rank would sell out just for money especially considering you don’t even glance at anyone below the SSS-ranked Space Villains.]

"Right... Ofcourse" Razeal leaned back, chewing over the information.

"Ohh, not currency then..." he muttered thoughtfully.

"What about trading?"

He fell into silence, lips curling slowly into a devilish smile as his mind spun something dark.

[Umm... yeah, I mean, the main point is still convincing them. They’re real people, Host, not dumb NPCs so yeah.]

[But trading? How exactly? What do you even have that they’d want?]

[Honestly, you don’t own a single thing of value to them.]

[And if you’re thinking of offering your underwear, I don’t think even an F-rank skill would go for that,] the System added dryly

its voice laced with sarcasm and a not-so-subtle jab...

clearly referring to his mommy.

Razeal rolled his eyes and completely ignored that last part.

"Who said..." he began, his voice low and teasing.

"...that I need to have anything in the first place?"

His eyes sparkled with a dangerous glint

bright like stars, sharp like blades.

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Whew... 5k words, I’m dead.

I swear you guys said not to go down 2k or 2.2k words per Chapter and here I am, drowning in words like it’s hell. I just can’t stop writing once I get into it!

Honestly, I’m amazed at writers who can post a clean 1k-word Chapter and not feel like something’s missing. Like, how do you not want to keep going?

At this rate, I could probably upload 5-6 even 8 Chapters a day if I really pushed myself.

Anyway... good night. It’s 4:43 AM, and I’m finally going to sleep.

Thanks for reading, lol. another Chapter tomorrow morning. Honestly kinda loving it so farr

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