I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space-Chapter 78: The Planetary Slash

"Let’s leave the core concept aside. Not like you’re going to understand it anyway," the old man muttered with a sigh, shaking his head as if exhausted. "I’ve given up. I’ve tried everything to help you understand this, but it’s pointless. All you really want is to learn how to use it, right? You don’t give a damn how it works or what it means anyways."

His eyes were calm, resigned, as if he’d accepted a bitter truth.

Razeal nodded, honestly. Yeah. He didn’t have time to care about theory. This old geezer had only given him thirty minutes and by his guess, they’d already wasted five.

"Fine," the old man muttered. "I’ll make it simple. Forget the philosophy. Just remember this."

He pointed his bony finger at Razeal, eyes sharp. "You, standing right there right now, are under thousands of flows."

Huh?

Razeal narrowed his eyes, confused. "But didn’t you say flow is just movement?"

"Yes," the old man spread his arms dramatically, as if revealing the vastness of the universe itself. "And movement is everywhere. Around you, within you, beneath you, above you."

Razeal blinked, starting to piece some bits together, but before he could say more, the old man spoke again.

"You’re moving even now. Just because your feet aren’t stepping forward doesn’t mean you’re still. Your body, your presence, your very existence everything is in constant movement even when you think you’re still."

His voice took on a rhythm now, almost hypnotic.

"I’ve studied this for decades. And what I’ve found is simple at any given time, a person is standing inside a storm of flows."

He lifted his fingers, ticking off categories as he spoke. "Twenty-six internal flows. Seventeen physical flows. Seventeen two environmental. hundred planetary. And thousands thousands of cosmic flows, all acting on you at once."

Razeal just stood there, blinking. Was this old man high?

"Internal flows," the old man explained, pacing slowly around him, "are things within you essence flow, spirit flow, memory flow, emotional flow, resonance currents. Subtle but powerful."

He raised a hand. "Then we go physical: blood flow, muscle wave movement, inertia, kinetic tension, gravitational center, friction balance all of them flows too."

"And then comes environmental flows wind patterns, sound waves, moisture currents, even the lingering traces of magic."

The old man paused, letting it sink in before continuing.

"Then you have planetary flows Coriolis shifts, orbital drift, magnetic pulls, gravitational pressures, tidal surges...things your body is constantly experiencing, whether you feel them or not."

"And finally," the old man lifted his eyes to the sky, "Cosmic flows stellar winds, galactic drift, electromagnetic pulses, solar tide fields, orbital forces... everything in this universe is in motion, and thus, a part of the Flow."

He said it so matter of factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Razeal, meanwhile, just... blinked again. From the first half, he was kind of following. The blood stuff, emotions, even kinetic flow that made sense. But after the planetary and cosmic parts? His brain just stopped computing.

Is this also in this skill? Galactic?

That’s flow too? he thought, bewildered. How the hell is that supposed to help in a fight again anyways?

The old man groaned and pressed a palm to his forehead, clearly frustrated by the dumbstruck look on Razeal’s face.

Is everyone in this generation this dense?" he muttered to himself.

He had spent centuries unlocking this understanding in solitude. When he first discovered cosmic flow, his peers hadn’t even left their home planet. Now this kid clearly educated, probably literate in three languages couldn’t grasp even the outer layer of it? Even when him explaining.

Razeal, awkwardly silent, felt the pressure. But also... curiosity. The old man might be a crazy geezer but there was something here. And he wanted to know more.

"Okay, wait," he said, stepping forward. "I get how you could maybe use wind or water to help dodge or whatever... but what do you mean by planetary and cosmic? How can anyone actually use that? You said you know how to use it then how? Can you demonstrate?Also show me lower water and wind ones i don’t understand that either."

Sighing, the old man rubbed his forehead, clearly running out of patience.

"Alright... I’ll just explain how I use it," he muttered. "First, feel the flow around you... or within you. Everything has a rhythm, a motion. Try to sense it. Try to surf it to move in the direction it’s already going."

Razeal squinted, trying to follow.

"Feel every flow your muscles, your blood, even how your breath moves in and out of your lungs. These are internal and physical flows, and those can be tamed. Controlled. Directed. Now, for the external flows... go with them. Ride them. That’s the best you can do."

The old man’s voice was calm but filled with a strange, natural authority.

"Try to feel the gravity, the wind, the mana, or qi any energy around you. Even magnetic fields these are flows too. Everything is movement. Everything is flow."

Razeal listened, nodding slowly. He closed his eyes and tried to feel it. Anything. But all he could feel was the wind... just a soft breeze brushing across his skin. As for the direction it was moving he couldn’t even tell.

Was it because of his Keen Hearing? It helped perceive sound, but not this? Razeal tried harder, stretching his senses, but... nothing.

He gave up, exhaling heavily. Opening his eyes, he looked at the old man.

"Demonstrate it," he said simply.

The old man chuckled bitterly. "You’re dumb, kid. I mean that sincerely. You’re never going to understand this. But... since you’re giving me twenty beautiful books, I guess I can at least give you a show."

He turned, cracking his neck. "Tell me, which one do you want me to demonstrate?"

"Planetary one," Razeal replied without hesitation.

The old man raised an eyebrow and, with a flick of his wrist, a sword appeared in his hand.

"Do you know, kid, why I use a sword... when I’m not a swordsman?"

Razeal tilted his head. "I don’t know? Maybe to slash? Since fighting with bare hands isn’t lethal enough?"

"Nope," the old man said flatly, shaking his head. "It’s because if I didn’t use a tool.. I would be the one getting destroyed."

That answer sent a strange chill through Razeal.

"Huh?" he muttered, eyebrows furrowing.

The old man looked up, his eyes suddenly serious. "Do you know what the Coriolis force is?"

"Something to do with the rotation of planets or other large bodies?" Razeal replied, a little unsure.

The old man nodded. "Correct. And do you understand the kind of flow created when something that massive and powerful rotates? Do you know how strong that flow comes?"

Razeal’s mouth opened, then closed. His brain was starting to catch on. A sudden realization struck like lightning.

"Wait... you’re saying... you can... no way.."

His eyes widened.

And a devilish grin plastered itself on the old man’s face. Without a care in the world, he raised his sword with a slow, ominous motion.

"Coriolis Fang," he murmured, his thin lips barely moving, but the air around them seemed to freeze.

Gripping the sword with both hands, the old man suddenly slashed forward.

Razeal, who stood off to the side, his eyes wide with anticipation, watched the scene unfold. And then

A golden plasma light burst from the old man’s sword.

Razeal’s jaw dropped. He saw the blade itself shatter not physically, but metaphysically as if existence itself cracked under the strain. For a brief instant, that golden light held still, suspended like a divine judgment in the air. And then, in less than a millisecond... it all crumbled.

Into cosmic dust.

And then

[Host, you have died.]

[Host, you have died.]

[Host, you have died.]

[Host, you have died.]

He didn’t even understand what was happening. Razeal was caught in an endless loop of instant death and respawn, right in that exact moment. He didn’t know how long it lasted. A hundred times? A thousand? Time blurred. All he knew was the moment he touched the grass with his foot, he died again. Not once in all those loops had he even fully landed. It was like existence itself had put him on pause, while that force ran its course.

He didn’t see the attack.

He didn’t hear it.

There wasn’t even a moment to understand.

And then suddenly he stepped down.

He could feel the grass again.

He could breathe.

He had survived... barely.

The wind pressure had lessened just barely enough for him to not be shredded alive by it.

Just as he tried to steady himself, the delayed sound finally caught up.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The world roared.

[Host, you have died.]

[Host, you have died.]

Again, he died ten or so more times just from the aftershock. Just from the ripple of the event. And then again he stood.

"What the actual fuck is going on?!" Razeal gasped. He hadn’t even seen the strike hadn’t processed anything. But then his eyes turned forward.

No, he didn’t need to turn.

Because he saw it. Everywhere

His eyes tracked the line of pure annihilation in front of him. The bamboo forest was gone. Not destroyed erased.

A massive gash extended in a straight line as far as his eyes could see. Deep, wide, endlessly stretching. And the farther it went, the wider it became. as if it had carved straight through the planet. Even the clouds above had been sliced apart, clean and sharp, forming a canyon in the sky.

Even the sky had been torn.

Razeal staggered back, lips parted, his face pale.

His voice trembled, "Sys... System, what was that... what the hell just happened?"

[He used the Coriolis force of this planet, Host. He tapped into its flow... and channeled it through his sword. What you just witnessed was him borrowing a fraction of planetary rotation.]

"...No way," Razeal whispered, stunned.

[And to answer the question you’re about to ask yes. That’s entirely possible. That’s what happens when one uses the world itself as their strength not personal strength.]

The words chilled Razeal to his core.

"Wait... is that even possible??"

"...How much did he use?"

[Yes it is, also to be specific, he only accessed 0.00001% of the Coriolis flow’s true power.]

Razeal’s legs nearly gave out.

Razeal’s jaw dropped. "Wait.. what the fuck? Just that?!"

His mind reeled. Just that much power 0.00001%?

He muttered, eyes still locked on the endless, burning line of devastation, "System... how powerful was that strike really? What kind of destructive force are we talking about here?"

[To put it in human terms, Host:

That single sword swing contained the energy of over 100,000 Tsar Bombas.]

[Depending on the focus and the shape of the swing, it could easily obliterate an entire nation. If aimed downward, it would slice into the planet’s crust and potentially trigger global tectonic instability. If directed upward, it could bend the atmosphere, twist it into a spiral wound, and even slow the planet’s rotation with repeated use.]

He was shaking now.

The idea of channeling the planet’s rotation force even a microscopic fraction of it felt like a god-tier power from some overpowered fantasy game.

But that... that slash?

That was beyond.

He looked at the horizon again.

It felt like the earth itself had been cleaved.

"What the actual fuck... what’s the difference between this and just... grabbing planets and throwing them at enemies?!" he breathed, eyes still wide.

[There is none. That is the difference between someone who knows the flow, and someone who knows only power.]

As those words echoed in his ears, Razeal knew he hadn’t just come across a pervert crazy old man. He had stumbled upon one of the most terrifying beings in existence. One who didn’t just fight but just...

So this is why they are SSS ranked villains? he gulped..

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These two fucking Chapters seriously messed with my head I swear...

sigh I don’t know why I can’t just stick with all the solid concepts or attacks that already exist out there. No, I have to go and twist my brain trying to come up with something ridiculously complicated.

It’s literally 5:46 AM... and now I’m finally going to sleep right when my alarm to wake up just rang.

sigh Good night, sleep well, guys.

Also, let me know do you like these kinds of skills I’m working on, or should I go for something more normal?

Thanks for reading...

Good night

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