I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space-Chapter 84: First Use Of Flow

Inside the training ground, Razeal appeared with a flash of light.

Without wasting a second, he immediately tried to enter his newly dubbed "flow sensing mode." It wasn’t an official term, but it worked for him. The moment his feet touched the ground, he focused, attempting to perceive the strange flows he had witnessed earlier.

[Host, prepare. Initiating third wave: 1000 F-ranked Mentises.]

[Say "yes" when you’re ready.]

System’s voice echoed crisply in his mind.

Razeal, who had just begun preparing to test his new SSS-ranked skill, suddenly froze mid thought. His eyes shifted to the distance and there he saw them.

Rows upon rows of green Mantises tall, humanoid insectoids with razor-sharp scythes for arms lined up in an organized formation, stretching far beyond what the eye could track. A giant army.

Razeal blinked.

"Umm... System," he spoke quickly, "can we maybe... stop this for a few minutes? I need to test the new skill first. Just wanna see how it works."

[No, host. That can’t be done. Even if I wanted to, I can’t override this rule. The system training function exists strictly for battle experience. It’s not a practice field.]

[As soon as you land in the training area, a 30-second timer starts. Once it’s up, monsters attack. This limitation exists to prevent users from exploiting the system’s time dilation and amplification features.]

Razeal groaned.

"Sigh... why are there so many goddamn rules?" he muttered under his breath. "Can’t you just ignore them once in a while?"

No answer.

Typical.

But still no time to complain now.

"Alright, alright. If they’re gonna attack, let them. I’ve got an SSS-ranked skill now," he told himself, puffing up slightly with confidence.

Maybe just one swing using any of the flow he had seen... and they would go flying. That old man had used it like that. Maybe he could too.

"Alright," he said, clenching his fists. "Lets start?"

Activating his flow sensing mode, the world around him instantly changed.

Color exploded into view. Dozens, no hundreds of radiant, shifting ripples of energy appeared in the space around him. Green, violet, silver, crimson, gold, and many shades he couldn’t even name shimmered like threads in the air.

He could feel the flows not all, but enough to sense within a radius of about ten meters. Random, unpredictable, and constantly shifting.

"What did the old man say again?" Razeal murmured.

The old man’s words echoed in his head: "Use the flow to perceive your surroundings. Let it guide you."

With a deep breath, Razeal tried to concentrate. He shut his eyes, tuning out the world. His heartbeat slowed.

Sweat trickled down his brow.

He could feel them, yes, but trying toperceive them? That was something else entirely. The flows weren’t simple. They weren’t standing still. They weren’t waiting for him to figure them out.

They moved.

All of them.

Each ripple passed through and around him like waves colliding in an endless sea. It was like standing in the middle of an ocean while someone hurled thousands of stones into the water from every angle. Every impact sent a ripple his way. Each flow moved differently, independently. Some strong, some weak. Some moving smoothly, others erratic and wild.

He couldn’t even tell which flow belonged to what.

Which ripple was wind? Which was sound? Which was pressure or gravity or momentum? He didn’t know. His senses were drowning in input.

His thoughts cluttered. There was no clarity, only confusion.

"Too many... too complicated..." he muttered, jaw clenching.

The flows were infinite ever moving, ever crashing and the more he tried to concentrate, the more his thoughts tangled like a storm in his head.

If only... if only they would stop just for a second. Just long enough for him to focus.

Then maybe... just maybe... he could finally grasp it.

But then again, this was too much movement.

And it absolutely can’t be stopped.

Razeal gritted his teeth. The sheer chaos of the flows was overwhelming. They swirled, clashed, intertwined like a violent storm of energy. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t focus on all of them at once.

Suddenly, like a spark in his mind, he remembered something the old man had said: One flow at a time. Only one.

"Ah, yes... why am I trying to feel all the flows at once?" he muttered, slapping his forehead. "I can just pick a single one. That’d be much simpler."

With that realization, Razeal closed his eyes again, this time with a singular intent. He tried to make every other flow vanish from his perception. He didn’t know exactly how to do it, but he focused, letting instinct guide him.

And slowly..very slowly it began to happen.

The chaotic colors, the overwhelming sensations, the clashing waves they all began to fade one by one, dissolving into silence. Until all that remained was stillness. Just like how things used to feel before.

But something was missing.

All the flows disappeard.

"Right... I forgot to choose which flow to keep," Razeal realized, chuckling to himself.

It was like setting a filter but forgetting to choose what to filter.

"Which one should I pick though?" he mused, glancing through the fading residue of sensations still echoing in his mind.

He didn’t think too hard. His thoughts quickly landed on a simple answer.

"Air. Yes, the air flow. It’s probably the easiest to handle."

As soon as he locked in on that thought, something responded. The world seemed to ripple in a quieter, more peaceful way. A subtle breeze brushed against his skin, but this time, he felt it differently with more than just his body.

He felt it with his awareness.

A soft, continuous movement, barely there, came from all directions. The air was moving slow, steady, natural all shifting slightly toward the north.

He could sense it: how it changed when it hit something, how it twisted around his body, how it moved up and down, curving and curling like a living force.

Weirdly enough, even as he breathed, the flow shifted rising upward with the warmth of his exhale and drawing new air in from below. the tiny shifts in pressure, the delicate exchange between high and low.

He could feel that, too.

Every small change. Every tiny vibration. The shape of the world around him being drawn in through the subtle changes in air.

The more he focused, the clearer it became. He opened his eyes slowly, unable to resist anymore.

And he saw it.

Tiny, silver white particles. Billions of them.

They drifted gently in the air like luminous dust. It was like being in a pitch black room and then watching sunlight pierce through a crack in the ceiling revealing particles dancing in the beam.

Except this time, there was no need to do darkness.

Just him. And the flow.

These particles weren’t just visible they were alive. They moved all around him, surrounding him completely, but flowing toward a single direction north.

It came from all directions, yes but the movement was toward the north. He could feel it on his face not just from the physical sensation, but through the air itself. He was connected to it.

It wasn’t just observation anymore it was presence.

He could sense everything the air touched. Every shift. Every turn. Every change.

[Host. Three seconds before all F-ranked Mantises begin their assault. The 30-second preparation period is ending,] the system’s voice rang out.

"Damn you," Razeal muttered. "Can’t even practice in peace?"

He sighed, knowing full well that the wave of monsters was about to descend upon him. But instead of panic, he found himself calm.

"Well... whatever happens, happens. At words i’ll just die, right?"

Without care he focused on what he was doing.

His eyes tracked the silver-white stream of particles. It was strange. The overall current was headed in one direction, but there were countless micro-movements layered within eddies, reverse currents, swirls, sudden dips and lifts. It was fluid, ever changing.

So many patterns within patterns.

And Razeal? He could see it. Feel it.

The breath of the world itself.

Like Razeal couldn’t see the air particles rising from the all open ground, drifting higher. Beneath every object beneath every obstacle or even under his own feet he noticed something peculiar: Beneath objects, where light couldn’t reach, the air slowed down... like shadows of movement. There, the particles rested crawling lazily downward in a soft descent.

And the flow yes, the flow traveled through every small space and crack, even the tiniest ones. He could feel it shoot fast through narrow gaps and swirling softly behind obstacles, it curled and swirled like miniature whirlpools of motion, trapped in eddies and backdrafts.. Everywhere, constant and complex movement. So many micro movements at once, yet he could feel all of them in real-time.

Then suddenly

Everything shifted. It was abruptbut He felt the air flow change as if a sudden disruption arrived in the flow. The ripple broke into sudden chaos. A tremor of vibrations across the current hit him like a warning.

Without even thinking, Razeal ducked and stepped back.

Swoosh!

A green Mentis’s razor-sharp arm cut through the air, missing him by inches striking the spot where he’d just been standing.

Another one darted in, aiming directly for his legs. Razeal leaped up, just barely clearing the strike.

They kept coming.

But weirdly enough, he wasn’t panicking. Instead, he felt them. All of them. Every single Mentis within a ten meter radius. Not by sight. Not by sound. But through the movement of air.

No, it wasn’t even about reacting to movement anymore. It was deeper. The moment their bodies shifted even before they made their attacks he felt the displacement of wind. The change in rhythm. The flutter in their breathing. The ripple created by their mere intention to move.

He predicted them. Easily.

Hundreds of them surrounded him, attacking all at once. And yet, he moved with calm precision, dodging every swipe, every lunge, every bladed slash. His E-ranked agility struggled to keep up physically, but his awareness? His prediction?

It was god like preception.

Mentises came from behind. He tilted his body just slightly, avoiding the blade. From the side, three pounced. He rolled forward, escaping the trap. From above, another dropped. He merely sidestepped with perfect timing.

Damn, he thought, twisting around another slash. I didn’t even do anything yet, System. And I already learned this shit? I thought it’d take days! This is too fucking easy.

He laughed inside his head. This is even better than that S-ranked keen hearing skill. This is on a whole other level. I don’t even have to try. I’m literally feeling ten meters around me like it’s an extension of myself.

It wasn’t even metaphorical anymore. It felt like he was submerged in a ten meter sphere of liquid, with every ripple, every twitch, every intrusion sending signals straight to his mind. A body of water where his awareness extended like nerve endings into every inch.

[Obviously, Host. It’s a fucking SSS ranked skill. Just this much advantage is obious, not to mention your Absolute Dark Genius skill is passively running in the background learning this skill a supreme talent of all. That’s why you’re learning so fast. this kind of learning speed is natural. And ten meters? That’s a beginner range. It’s a single, slow motion scan. You’re not even pushing it out.] The system’s tone was matter-of-fact, almost bored.

"Yeah, yeah, makes sense," Razeal muttered aloud, stepping around a blade and sliding beneath another.

Just this small layer of perception had taken his awareness to impossible levels. He truly felt invincible. If only his body could keep up if only he had speed he could have danced through this army, untouched.

But it wasn’t that easy.

His body was struggling. His agility is just E-rank, and over that number of Mentises was overwhelming. They were Circling. Flanking. One coordinated wave came from all sides at once.

Even with his superior perception, his body barely responded in time. He twisted and ducked, but a claw grazed his shoulder. Another slashed his leg. Minor wounds, but they added up.

Still, he grinned.

he just held on. Having fun in euphoria of this powerful preception.

And then Razeal noticed something.

Even though he’d tried to ignore it before, now that he was fully immersed in the sensation of sensing the air, he couldn’t help but feel it.

A light brown-colored flow.

It was faint at first, but unmistakably there emanating from the bodies of every single Mentis. Whenever they moved even slightly this brownish ripple surrounded their forms. Whether it was a step, a slash, or a lunge forward, that energy flowed with their motion, trailing and twisting like smoke around them.

"Is that... the flow of their movements?" Razeal wondered aloud.

[Yes. Every movement generates a flow. That is the essence of the concept. Everything that moves, flows. Even slashing a blade or taking a single breath.] the system confirmed calmly.

Razeal’s eyes widened. "Damn... So wait can I also flow with that? Like, if I match that flow... can I move with it, blend with it?"

[Of course.]

"Woah..." The implications hit him like a wave. "So if I just flow with their movements, follow the exact path of their slashes wouldn’t that make the attacks not damage me? Like... we’re in harmony?"

In the rush of discovery, Razeal realized something else he hadn’t even tried the main purpose of this skill yet. All this dodging, reacting, perceiving... it was incredible, but he hadn’t actually tried to use a flow offensively.

"Let’s try to punch with the air flow," he muttered to himself, his eyes glowing with new curiosity.

He focused.

The air flow was still steady, brushing against his skin, moving north. He could feel its current, the natural rhythm, the thousands of subtle variations moving through and around him.

Then he remembered the old man’s words again

"To ride the flow, you must stop pushing against it. You must become like it. Listening. Not resisting. Not disruption. Moving only when it moves through you."

Razeal clenched his fist but didn’t move yet. He allowed his breath to steady, his mind to empty. He imagined the air not as resistance, not as an element he needed to conquer but as something he needed to join.

It was like... trying to hit something while keeping the swing gentle enough not to disturb a delicate current. Like swinging a glass ball with perfect grace behind a bat in motion so perfectly aligned that no clash happens at all.

"If the ball flows perfectly in harmony with the swing, it won’t shatter... But rather take the force behind that action and fly off."

That was the idea.

His gaze settled on a perfect target: a ripple of air coming towards him like a ripple in a calm pond.

He imagined himself in a swimming pool, waves crashing gently in one direction, and his hand moving through the water with it, not against. No splash. No ripple. Only flow.

He raised his fist slowly.

Then he struck.

In perfect harmony. Or so he thought.

But the moment his body attempted to truly synchronize with the flow of air

BOOM.

Well.. no it didn’t made any sound. But the hit was real.

The weight of the entire atmosphere compressed into a single retaliation. 5.5 quadrillion tons of planetary air force responded to his movement.

Within less than a trillionth of a millisecond, Razeal’s body ceased to exist.

He didn’t even register the pain. His body was shredded, vaporized, disintegrated at the molecular level. Tiny air particles, as gentle as a breeze to the world, became trillions of tiny steel blades slicing through his flesh. Only his bones remained and even those, blasted by the force, launched out of orbit, flung into the upper stratosphere.

[Congratulations host, You have died very intresting way, Host.] Even system changes its notification for once.

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In the next instant, Razeal appeared again revived in the exact same space.

He looked around.

Back in the training field. But well Mentises gone.

Did he killed them all?

Scratched his head.

Blinked.

"...Huh? Did i win.. Just with one punch?"

Is training ground restoration function that crazy. he thought

[Wakey wakey] the system mocking words arounded.

"Huh? What"

[Nothing much. You just died.] the system answered coolly.

[You attempted to perfectly synchronize your body with the planetary air flow. But, since you failed to account for the scale of that force, your entire body was shredded instantly by particles moving with trillions of tons of weight behind them. Your bones? Yeah, those launched clean off the planet. I had to recall you manually.]

"Fuck my system." Razeal suddenly cursed out as if in shock.

[O⁠_⁠o] System

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Ahhh, well... I managed to finish a 3k word Chapter, but since tired so I’ll work on the next one in the morning.

Also, a big thank you to our big-hearted, lovely pumpkin in the middle for the beautiful purple car!

I love gifts, of course~

So there be a little extra Chapter just for you! Also i don’t cheat even extra chs always over 2k words.

And thank you all so much for reading. Today was honestly such a good day not gonna lie we made it into the Top 20 in our rankings! Hooray! You guys are absolutely amazing!

I hope every single one of you gets reincarnated into a hentai world after you die fully equipped with every single power Razeal will get in this novel. You deserve it.

Alright, how about this?

For every extra k’s fans value on the list, you get to choose one extra skill of your own.

If you’re in the hundreds, you get to pick just one skill.. make it count!

And for those under 100... hmm... how about we toss you into a fight with that SS-ranked Obsidian Agony Skeleton? Sounds fun, right?

Joking, joking! (Kinda.)

Anyway, thank you all my cute pumpkin so much again.

Good night, legends. Sleep well and dream of power-ups.

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