I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space-Chapter 83: Another SSS Ranked Skill

Hey hey, old man! Why so quick to send me out?" Razeal called out, catching up as the elder’s back retreated into the bamboo forest. "It’s alright if you don’t wanna take me as a disciple, but how about I get more of that material instead? Then teach me more, yeah?"

Honestly, he was still very interested in learning from this guy. He wasn’t giving up so easily.

"I don’t need them now," the old man replied curtly, waving a hand without turning around. "Maybe if they ever go low, I’ll think about it. But forget it for now."

What a stingy geezer, Razeal cursed inwardly. And racist too, he added with a bitter twist of humor, still annoyed about that earlier bloodline rejection.

He clicked his tongue and kept trying. He pulled out every argument he could think of logic, flattery, even manipulation but nothing worked. The old man was like an iron wall, unmoving. Rejection after rejection.

Eventually, Razeal gave up at least on that front.

Eventually, Razeal let out a sigh. "Fine... At least tell me if there’s something you missed. I mean, c’mon, just be a little nice, yeah? We’re gonna be business partners in the future, aren’t we? Give me a small tip. Just a little one."

The old man sighed long and deep, like he was being forced to babysit a hyperactive squirrel. But perhaps because he knew he might need Razeal again later, or maybe because he finally got tired of the nagging, he slowed his steps and muttered:

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Razeal’s ears perked up instantly.

"Don’t try to look at all the flows," the old man said, voice low and serious. "Always use only one. Stick to a single stream at a time. You need to understand these flows all move in different directions. They don’t synchronize. If you try to follow one, maybe it’ll help you. But try riding all at once... and death will come quicker than you’ll even realize. You won’t even know how you died."

Razeal’s eyes widened, heart thudding. "Wait, what?!"

The old man continued, not even sparing him a glance. "Honestly, if you ask me, this power isn’t even worth it most of the time. Every single time you use it, you put your life on the line. It’s not like other skills. One wrong breath, one little twitch of your pinky, and you’re dead."

’The hell?! This bastard left out something that important?!’

He wanted to shout, but instead, he quickly flipped his notebook open and started writing it all down, furious but focused. It did make sense, now that he thought about it. The flows did move differently. He’d felt it some gentle, some violent, all going in conflicting directions.

If he hadn’t asked, would he have ever realized this before it was too late?

If he failed again, this could’ve been why.

And yet, even as he wrote, he knew he wasn’t satisfied.

"One more thing, senior! One more tip, please!" Razeal called again, now shamelessly tailing him through the narrow forest path. "I just want to be prepared! If I can understand everything before I start using this flow ability, I’ll master it way faster! Right?"

Yes, he was being persistent. Maybe even annoying. But this was knowledge precious, life-saving knowledge and if he could be fully prepared before using this ability, he’d have a real shot at mastering it.

"Fuck off, kid," the old man growled, not even turning. "You’re seriously starting to piss me off. I told you I got nothing else to say. Just leave already."

But Razeal kept following, clutching his notebook like it was a divine artifact.

"Senior, don’t be like that! Come on. I really want to learn this! I might even be able to master it. Think about it! Wouldn’t it be a proud moment for you, huh? Saying, ’That’s my disciple, the greatest genius ever!’ I’ve got other skills at this level too, so if I can crack this one first, it’ll become my strongest! You gotta admit it’s a good pitch, right?"

He smiled, shameless but hopeful. All for the greater good, right?

But the old man suddenly stopped. His steps halted, and his gaze turned to stone. When he turned around, there was no warmth in his eyes. Just coldness and disdain.

"If you really think this will be your strongest skill... or that you’ll become the strongest just because you know a few fancy techniques," the old man said slowly, voice low and hard, "then I don’t know what kind of dream world you’re living in."

He turned fully now, eyes narrowing.

"I don’t know where you’re getting these skills. Maybe you’re begging them off the dead, from people like me. Maybe you think collecting powers will make you something great."

Then his tone turned sharp almost disgusted.

"But let me tell you something, kid. That’s arrogance."

Razeal blinked as he saw the old man’s expression turn cold and serious. Yet, even as the old man stepped toward him with a heavy frown, Razeal didn’t move back.

"Let me give you a lesson, kid..." the old man’s voice was sharp, like steel against stone. "No one.. no one who reaches this level does it by borrowing skills or learning from others. Put that in your head."

He stopped in front of Razeal, gaze burning.

"You might gather thousands of skills at this level... if they even exist in the first place. But believe me when I say this no matter your talent, no matter how fast you learn, you’ll never reach the heights of people like us."

Razeal listened, his expression neutral, but his mind racing.

The old man... was guessing everything. Every detail, even the hidden things like he can go to dead people go get skills. And as for that last claim? That he couldn’t reach their level?

But even then, Razeal didn’t retreat from his beliefs.

Now that... was arrogance. Arrogance he had. Razeal wasn’t afraid to admit it. After all, didn’t he have everything? The greatest talent. The "Absolute Dark Genius" skill. one SSS-ranked skills now and most likely this one, and maybe more in the future. A training ground with unlimited revivals, no fear of death, no punishment for failure.

He was going to surpass them. It wasn’t even a question. That’s what he believed.

Call it sheer arrogance but he will surpass them all.. it was like he knew.

But the old man saw the pride and fire behind Razeal’s silence, and a mocking smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"You really think you’ll become the strongest just because you have someone else’s skills?" he scoffed. "Just because you learned what others created?"

He stepped even closer, eyes locked on Razeal’s.

"You’ll never reach this level by copying. Definitely not at the level where I am standing," he said. "Do you know why?"

Razeal’s brow furrowed now. His pride didn’t faltered even for a second but he genuinely tried to understand what the old man was trying to say.

"If you want to reach where we stand," the old man continued, stepping even closer, "then you need to create something of your own. If you copy us, look up to us, or try to walk our path, you will never go beyond. Not even equal. Inspiration and imitation are cages disguised as guidance. This is the truth of our reality."

"Only what is yours can take you to the top. Even if I gave you all my experiences and every single one of my techniques, you’d never reach my level. Because this... this is mine. It was born from me."

"I FUCKING started this shit how the fuck you think you can get better then me?."

His words echoed like thunder through the quiet bamboo grove.

And Razeal... froze.

What really? he thought

"System..." he asked silently in his mind, unsure if he even wanted to hear the answer. "Is... is that true?"

The system replied, its voice calm, firm, and matter of fact.

[Umm... positive, host. What the old man is saying... is true. Yes, you can master those skills. But you’ll never reach their heights not unless the path is truly yours. Borrowing from others will always hold you back. They will always have a ceiling for you. That’s the truth.]

"Ehh?" Razeal frowned. "But I have skills even talent better then him for this! I will master them! Doesn’t that mean I will reach their level?!" Razeal argued inside, desperate for an exception.

[No Host," the system said, its voice calm yet firm. "You can master the skills, yes but you’ll never be quite the same as those who forged this path themselves. They created it. It was born from their will, their struggles. You, on the other hand, received it. You learned it. And that difference matters."

A quiet pause followed, before the system continued:

[That’s why the strongest individuals often possess only one skill or one path that they started themselves from beginning to end alone they’ve pushed to its absolute limit. It’s not about knowing everything. You’ll find countless people who have studied every discipline, gathered every scrap of knowledge the world has to offer... and yet, they’ll never reach SSS-rank. Because true power doesn’t lie in what you learn from others. It lies in what you become.]

The system’s tone turned resolute, as if etching the truth into stone.

[In the end, it’s always the same lesson: walk your own path. No matter how tempting it is to follow in the footsteps of others, your power will only awaken when the path you walk is truly your own.]

"What the fuck " Razeal almost pulled at his hair in exasperation. Then what the hell was the point of all this?

[Don’t stress, host i am talking about becoming SSS ranked lower then that its possible and.] The system tried to soothe him. [You’ll find your path if you truly seek it. Eventually. That moment will come. And when you do... that will be the start of your real journey. For now, don’t worry. That level is still far ahead.]

Still stunned, Razeal sighed deeply and added those revelations to his notes. The lesson, even if bitter, wasn’t something he could afford to forget.

He felt... annoyed. Irritated. A little lost.

And maybe... just a bit disappointed too.

Add note something to think about later, he told himself.

The old man waved his hand with a snarl. "Now leave, you dumb fool. You’ve got what you wanted. Don’t pester me anymore." growling clearly annoyed again.

"Alright, alright, I’m going..." Razeal muttered, already thinking about that But just as he was about to take the final step he paused.

Something still tugged at him.

"Ohhh, before I go, can I ask one last thing?" Razeal said, glancing back at the old man.

"I said fuuuck ooooff already!" the old man groaned, exasperated beyond belief.

But Razeal didn’t wait for permission. He went straight in.

"How did someone like you die?" he asked, eyes narrowing curiously. "I mean... you’re a master of perception. You’re absurdly powerful. There’s no way someone could’ve killed you, right?"

It was a question that had been clawing at the back of his mind since the beginning. He didn’t know why, but it always felt strange to him these ridiculously powerful beings, strong like fuck... yet here they were. Dead. It made no sense.

The old man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stared at Razeal, his face unreadable.

"If I answer this," he said slowly, "will you actually leave?"

"I will," Razeal nodded with mock sincerity. "Promise."

The old man sighed deeply. But instead of responding directly, he tilted his head and asked,

"Do you know what Galactic Drift is?"

His voice changed as he spoke the words calmer, softer, almost... reverent. Like he was drifting back into a memory.

"And do you know how strong its flow is?"

Razeal blinked. His brain almost short-circuited.

huh?

Razeal’s eyes widened. He froze, his brain halting as though it couldn’t process the question.

"Wait, whatttt?!" His mouth fell open in disbelief.

"You mean... that...?"

His mind spun.

"What the actual fkk!?" he nearly yelled. "You did? what the.. damm!?"

"No wonder you are villain."

Razeal felt like his entire understanding of reality had just glitched. Galactic Drift? That? That incomprehensible force that moved entire galaxies?

This was completely insane.

Even the planetary Coriolis forces were strong enough to wreck entire planet if harnessed fully. But a galactic-level drift?

Did this old geezer fucked whole galaxy? Just how many kill?

That was just... fucked up.

His jaw was practically on the floor, his face frozen in a loop of pure shock.

And then..

"Fuck off now, kid," the old man barked again, as if annoyed that he’d just revealed a goddamn universal secret.

And in that same moment.

[You have died, Host.]

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Outside the System Space

In the real world, on his bed, Razeal’s eyes snapped open.

He gasped softly as his senses returned.

And then ding!

A glowing notification materialized in front of his vision.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host.]

[You have awakened a Supreme Dao Inheritance from the Cultivation World.]

[Skill Gained: Flow (SSS)]

"Daaammnnn..." Razeal breathed out, eyes gleaming.

"I actually got it."

Excited was an understatement.

And about the fuck that these bosses killing themselves?

Sure, the old man’s warnings and shock still echoed in his head. That grave lesson about paths and strength and the burden of true mastery it was all there. But for now? Let him breathe.

Let him celebrate.

Let him enjoy this moment.

He had just awakened another SSS-ranked skill.

And he couldn’t wait to try it.

"System," he grinned, sitting up with fire in his chest, "send me to the training ground. Let’s see what this beauty can do."

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