I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space-Chapter 75: Collection

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

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

[What do you mean?] the System asked, clearly confused.

[How are you going to start business if you’ve got nothing to offer?]

But Razeal didn’t explain anything.

Instead, with a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, he gave an order:

"System, send me to a perverted, SSS-ranked boss. A total degenerate. I’m sure there must be someone like that in the Valley there has to be at least one massive lecher."

[What the actual hell, Host?!] The System snapped so hard it felt like it short-circuited.

[You’ve got seven days to prove yourself, you just asked for hours of detailed analysis and strategy and now this?!]

[You want to relax now? Blow off stress? Hell no! I’m not wasting my resources just so you can chase your twisted fantasies!]

The System was fuming.

It already imagined what sort of disturbing, idiotic route Razeal was heading down and it didn’t like the image one bit.

[Take this as my last warning, Host. If you keep pulling crap like this, I’ll LOCK every female villain across all ranks from the Valley of Villains. I’ll delete the entire female section if I have to.]

"Females? Who the hell said I want females?" Razeal blinked.

"I want you to send me to the most perverted, horny, degenerate bastard and specifically a male."

[...©_® Huh?] The System froze.

"Yeah," Razeal said flatly. "Just do your job. Stop roasting me and wasting my time I know what I’m doing."

[I didn’t know you were into that stuff...]

[But hey, if it’s a dude, I doubt you’ll enjoy anything anyway. Just don’t get distracted, alright?]

The System was clearly judging him harder than ever before.

But before Razeal could shoot back a reply

His consciousness was sucked in.

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A moment later, Razeal’s eyes snapped open.

[Welcome, Host, to the SSS Rank Valley of Villey.]

[Villain Title: "Degenerated Bastard."]

"...Interesting title," Razeal muttered, not surprised in the least he was already used to the weird names these valleys tended to have.

This kind of transition had become second nature to him by now.

Without delay, he glanced around his new surroundings expecting hellfire, prisons, torture chambers...or perverted lair.

But what greeted him?

A wide open grassland.

he stood in the middle of an open grassland. Tall, lush grass danced with the wind under a clear blue sky. It was... oddly peaceful.

"...Too peaceful," Razeal whispered to himself.

It felt similar to Zenocide’s calm and beautiful domain.

Naturally, he scanned the area for any trace of the villain.

Rotating in place to get a better view. All he could see was green, and far off, a single, massive tree standing in solitude.

Without wasting time, Razeal made his way there.

It took about five minutes of walking before he finally reached the tree. And there, leaning back against the bark, was a short man, no taller than four feet, with disheveled emerald hair. His clothing looked like a mix of bathrobes and scholar’s robes, worn open at the chest and covered in anime-girl badge pins.

In his hands, he held a book. From the expression on his face eyes half lidded, lips curled in a lewd grin it was very clear what kind of content it was.

Without thinking too much, Razeal casually approached.

"Yooooo," he greeted, raising a hand in casual salute

"Fuck off, kid," the man said immediately, not even looking up from his book. "I don’t give give anything to anyone and If that voice I heard earlier was about you coming to get a skill... then forget it. I don’t help anyone who doesn’t have tits. If you were a hot girl, maybe I’d consider. But you? Nah, not interested."

With a sharp snap, he closed his book, the sound loud in the silence that followed. His annoyance was obvious as he turned fully toward Razeal, eyes narrowing. He knew exactly why this person had come and he clearly wasn’t pleased about it.

Razeal’s hand froze in the air.

He had only just raised it to say hi and already this was how things were going?

This guy looks kinda rude, Razeal thought. But he had already prepared for what he came here for, so he didn’t care.

So let’s start the plan he thought.

"I’m not here for skills," Razeal said coughing a little as if trying to make it clear from the start.

"No? Well, I don’t sell milk to children either. Go back," the emerald haired man snapped, already waving him off."I don’t give anything to males. In fact" his eyes narrowed, "I hate males. So whatever you’re here for, forget it. It’s impossible between us."

"No, no! Don’t misunderstand me, sir!" Razeal waved his hands, feigning innocence. "Actually, I’m here because I’ve heard you’re the world’s greatest material collector. I was amazed by your fame! With big dreams and a yearning for enlightenment, I’ve come here to seek the great knowledge you possess."

His expression turned devotional, like a worshiper seeing his god.

The emerald haired man froze.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?!"

His mouth dropped open. An exaggerated exclamation burst from him as his entire posture shifted.

"You... you want to see my collection? No my legends?" he gasped, blinking like a child who just met his first fan.

"Wait, wait you said enlightenment? And... and called me the greatest collector?" His emerald eyes shimmered like stars, practically tearing up.

The expression on his face was like a child being told Santa Claus was real a mix of disbelief, shock, and overwhelming joy. He looked at Razeal with wide, glistening eyes.

He stood there stunned, clutching his chest like he’d just been told his life’s purpose was finally recognized. "For billions of years... I’ve been alone. Not a single soul to appreciate my masterpieces... and now.. now you..!"

Razeal stood quietly, face radiant with excitement, eyes shining with pretend admiration.

Razeal kept a devoted, slightly excited face, acting as if he were about to meet his favorite artist.

Of course, it was all bullshit.

He didn’t mean a single word of it.

But Razeal understood one universal truth: if a man is truly degenerate, there is always always a collection.

And they’re always damn proud of it more than life itself.

It was like a universal law. And the more proud they were, the more likely they’d share it with anyone who praised it.

He’d seen it before.

In his past life, Razeal had this one friend a collector of... very questionable content. The guy had 678 TB of files. He even kept multiple encrypted copies in safes, hidden in different corners of the world, like he was preparing for an apocalyptic data loss.

That guy once said:

"If watching porn is a sin, I’m Lucifer reincarnated, and hell is just my storage server."

And the best part?

He would personally call Razeal to show him each update in his collection like a proud artist unveiling his gallery.

So yes Razeal knew how these people worked.

They were kind. Passionate. Even generous as long as you praised their collection.

And so, outwardly, he maintained his act. Face glowing with wonder, eyes sparkling, posture humbled like a disciple in awe of his master.

The result?

The emerald haired man suddenly jumped up with a loud clap, laughing like a madman.

"You really know me?!" he shouted, cheeks red with excitement. His short stature made it so he had to tilt his head up to look at Razeal, but he looked at him like a god just descended.

System, what’s his name again? Razeal asked quickly.

[Drake, Host,] the system replied instantly.

"Of course! Who doesn’t know you, sir Drake! The Messiah of Perversion! The world’s greatest holder of degeneracy! It’s an honor to meet you!"

Razeal delivered the nonsense with a completely serious face, without blinking.

And..

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Thirty minutes later...

"HAHAHA! See this? This is one of my greatest collections!" Drake beamed, proudly flipping open a book.

Razeal now sat on the ground with his back against the bark of the same tree, Drake leaning in close with one arm around his shoulder pulling him in like a long lost brother as they stared at the degenerate treasure together. frёewebnoѵēl.com

He shoved the open book closer to Razeal’s face.

"For this masterpiece, I made the Queen of Lonadio stand for thirty-six hours straight! All poses, all angles. Tried every technique every single one. And you see this drawing here? I kidnapped an 8th-ranked painter!" Drake said, eyes burning with passion.

He held up the aged book as if it were holy scripture.

"This book took so much... fun. I love it!"

Razeal nodded with a perfectly expressionful face, staring at the extremely detailed illustration of a woman in ten different compromising positions.

"Incredible... the craftsmanship, the detailing. You even caught the nuance of the elbow angle in the third sketch. Astounding," Razeal commented with mock awe.

Drake’s face glowed as if he’d met his soulmate.

"You understand! You’re the first person in eons who actually see it! This isn’t just porn. It’s an art. An archive of human creativity and passion!"

Razeal nodded solemnly.

"Sir Drake... you are an inspiration."

And so, the two of them sat under the tree, one practically crying tears of joy, and the other praying his soul wouldn’t rot from this bullshit.

Drake’s expression was radiant with joy, like a proud father showing off baby photos except this was way worse.

But now... Razeal was ready to get what he came here for.

Time to begin phase two of his plan.

Just a little more acting.

Then the trade would begin.

"Ahhh... Sir Drake, I have a favor to ask of you," Razeal suddenly said, turning his face toward the emerald haired pervert beside him.

The moment those words left his mouth, Drake’s cheerful grin stiffened. His face darkened instantly this little bastard... he’s not going to ask for a skill now, right? Was this brat just playing with his feelings all along?

His fingers twitched toward his book as if preparing to beat Razeal with it.

But before things escalated, Razeal quickly added, "Sir Drake... I believe it would be a grave sin if I were the only one to witness such divine art. I would be the world’s greatest sinner if I kept this collection to myself. If you would bless me with the honor... I would like to spread this art your art under your name. So the world may bask in its light and achieve true... enlightenment."

Even as he spoke it, he had to fight the overwhelming cringe crawling up his spine.

Still, he kept his tone humble, eyes glowing with ’respect.’

Drake paused.

Completely.

His mouth hung open slightly, and his expression looked like someone had just proposed to build a temple in his name.

And then..

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Ten minutes later...

Razeal stood with a towering stack of twenty or so books cradled in his arms, his expression victorious. Each book was heavy, uniquely bound, and signed personally by Drake himself.

And Ladies and gentlemen He had done it.

He’d achieved what he came here for souvenirs, trophies, and perhaps the most degenerate art collection ever conceived in all the SSS Rank Villain Valleys.

Even better?

Drake had signed every single one with such overwhelming joy it nearly made Razeal feel guilty...

Almost.

Drake was practically glowing with joy, completely unguarded and brimming with brotherly affection.

"Don’t worry, brother!" Razeal grinned as he stepped back. ""I’ll return soon to bask in your collection once more. Prepare more for me. I’ll bring art from my side too perhaps not on your level, but maybe they’ll help you find new inspiration."

Drake sniffled, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye, touched beyond belief. "You really mean it?"

"Of course. How could I lie to someone who has created such divine beauty?" Razeal replied solemnly.

"Come back soon... take as much as you want. Enlighten the world brother," Drake said proudly, puffing his chest out like a hero sending off a disciple.

Razeal now called him "brother," not "sir," and that alone made the relationship real.

In the world of degenerates, true respect for art was stronger than blood.

---

Meanwhile... Inside his head, the system finally snapped.

[HOST, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?] the voice thundered with a mix of frustration and disbelief. [I HAVE BEEN ASKING YOU FOR THE LAST 40 MINUTES! AND ALL YOU KEPT SAYING WAS ’WAIT’ OR ’DON’T DISTURB ME.’ THIS SYSTEM FUNCTION IS NOT FOR YOUR DEGENERATION ESCAPADES!]

The system was at its absolute limit, its voice practically vibrating from suppressed rage.

"Villey! Quick! Get me out of here before this dude changes his mind!" Razeal yelled in his head.

[...Fuck you. Whatever little bitch.] the system growled.

[I’m going to take your class the moment we’re out of here.]

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Outside the Villain Space...

The moment he landed back in his room,

"HAHAHAHA!!"

Razeal collapsed onto the bed, tossing all twenty books across it like precious loot.

He laughed uncontrollably, rolling over the fresh bedsheets like he’d just conquered an empire.

"This was too easy! The easiest thing I’ve done since the start of this whole cursed journey!"

He was grinning like a madman.

No contest. No trick. No risk.

He rolled across the bed like a child with candy. "I was such a fucking idiot back then... not knowing how to use the system properly."

[Have you lost your damn mind after reading all that filth?!] the system growled again, clearly fuming. Even though it would never admit it, even it had to silently acknowledge some of that artwork was, artistically speaking... exquisite.

Razeal ignored the rant completely.

Instead, he looked up, eyes gleaming with wicked ideas.

"System..." he said slowly, voice like honey and hell.

"...Give me a list of SSS ranked villains who are the most sexually frustrated."

There was a long pause.

A very long pause.

Even the system froze.

As if, in that moment, it finally grasped what kind of unholy path Razeal was planning to walk.

[...Host... that’s just straight up cheating.]

Razeal grinned.

"Cheating? Fuck you. You said it yourself: anything is allowed as long as the villain gets convinced."

He lay back, resting his hands behind his head like a villain preparing for war.

"Well then... time to hustle some degenerates."

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Hey guys, your lovely author here!

Just wanted to ask how’s this kind of writing style working for you? I’ve been skipping a lot of the filler and unnecessary parts in the middle, so things move faster. If it’s fine, awesome! But if it feels too rushed or off, let me know I can polish it up more. Personally, I think it saved quite a few words and made the pace smoother.

Anyway, I’m sooo tired today. Seriously, my brain’s on fire I’ve been planning out future content, and I’ve already mapped out around 400 Chapters’ worth! Yeah... no wonder my head feels overheated. 😂

Thank you all so much for reading, for the powerstones, golden tickets, and all your support it means a lot. Also, you can now check out the illustrations! I’m still uploading them bit by bit, so keep an eye out~

Much love,

—Lazy

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