I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space
Chapter 40: Fuck Off

Chapter 40: Fuck Off

Razeal came to a sudden halt.

His gaze slowly settled on the two figures standing ahead the protagonist and the heroine. A calm smile tugged at his lips, noble yet unreadable, the kind that concealed far more than it showed.

His plan was dangerous. Risky even by his standards. But it would work.

It had to work.

Just as he lifted one foot to move, ready to initiate the sequence, an arm uninvited wrapped itself around his shoulder from the side.

Razeal’s body froze mid-step.

A soft, cheerful voice came along with it.

"Heyyy~! Friends, you didn’t miss me, right?"

The sudden intrusion broke the tension like a slap across still water.

Razeal turned his head slowly, eyes narrowing. A face came into view Riven. That infuriatingly sweet smile on his lips, as if they were lifelong companions just reunited.

That same friendly grin, teeth gleaming as if nothing in this world could ever bother him.

The divine clown.

The trickster.

The comic relief of this world.

Without waiting for a reply, he lifted his left arm his only good one and shoved Riven’s arm off his shoulder like one would brush off an insect.

His eyes, however, drifted downward. A subtle shift in expression just the flicker of realization.

But Riven, as always, didn’t mind.

He just kept smiling. His eyes twinkled with mischief that almost seemed genuine... almost.

"Come on now," Riven said, undeterred. "That’s no way to treat someone who has no evil intentions toward you....yet."

But suddenly

He shifted his gaze to Razeal’s arm his right arm. The one still drenched in blood. dripping onto the marble like a ticking clock of mortality.

Riven blinked once, then dramatically covered his mouth in mock shock.

"Friend! You’re injured?! Don’t you feel pain And no one’s healed you yet?"

He looked around, theatrical concern plastered across his face. His voice rose a little, addressing no one and everyone at once.

"Anyone? Any kind soul here feel like maybe doing something about that? No healers around?"

Silence.

No one stepped forward.

But the healing unit? They only turned away.

As if the very air around Razeal was cursed. As if healing him would infect them with the same darkness they all pretended not to fear.

Riven turned his head next toward the large group of elites standing behind Selena and Aeron. They stared, unmoving, like frozen statues carved from resentment and disdain.

Even Selena, at the center didn’t move. Her expression unreadable, emotionless. She glanced around, her lips set in a flat line but she said nothing.

Cold. Distant. Willing to let whatever happened, happen.

No one stepped forward.

Not from her group. Not from the hundreds surrounding them. Only cold, unmoving stares met Razeal judgmental, condemning, distant. Like he wasn’t a wounded person, but an abomination.

A smudge on their perfect world.

Riven’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew warmer.

He looked at the church’s people within group next.

"Surely the faithful would not let a wounded soul suffer, right?" he asked sweetly, tone laced with barbed irony.

His head tilted with feigned innocence, lips curled into that same damnably kind smile. He raised his eyebrows at them, as if inviting a moral display.

None came.

Suddenly as can’t take it anymore

One among them stepped forward.... Nyla.

Her expression was twisted with something deeper than disgust. Rage, holy conviction, and the smug pleasure of moral superiority all mixed into one poisonous blend.

She looked at Razeal like he was filth smeared across sacred ground.

"No one helps monsters like him," she hissed, her voice loud, scathing. "We have every right to choose who receives our blessings."

Her eyes locked onto Razeal’s side profile burning, unblinking, filled with hatred.

"And as for this thing?" she said, voice rising. "He can die of all i care. The Empire would be better for it. Honestly, I hope he suffers."

Her lip curled as her gaze met Razeal’s bloody figure.

"If anything, I hope he dies painfully now."

Her words echoed across the space like fire snapping in dry wood.

The silence that followed was colder than frost.

No one spoke. No one stopped her.

Not even Selena.

She stood there silently, eyes half-lidded, cold and unfazed. Her gaze flicked briefly to Nyla not in judgment, not in approval simply watching.

Letting her do as she pleased.

Riven looked from them to Razeal, then spread his arms out in theatrical acceptance, as if announcing a cosmic joke.

"I guess everyone hates you, friend," Riven said with that ever-pleasant smile, tilting his head as he turned his face back toward Razeal.

The words were said lightly, like a passing joke, but they hit harder than any insult.

Razeal stared back at him, his expression unreadable for a moment but only for a moment.

Razeal didn’t answer right away.

He just stared at Riven. And inside, his blood boiled.

’Who the fuck made this guy a god?’

"Trying to humiliate me? With these cheap theatrics? Is that it?"

He pointed a blood-slicked finger directly at Riven.

"I’m warning you," Razeal said. His voice dropped into a whisper only they could hear, cold as death. "Don’t call me friend again. You’ll regret it in future. I promise."

Direct threat to god.

Maybe this looks like mindless behavior,’ Razeal thought, aware of how his outburst might be perceived, ’but it isn’t. I know exactly what I’m doing. I know exactly what he is.’

His gaze bore into Riven’s eyes.

Gods don’t need reasons afterall. If they want you dead, you die. First meeting, first breath gone. No explanations. But if they let you live... then there’s a purpose behind it. A reason they haven’t erased you yet.’

Razeal’s pulse was steady. His breathing calm.

And the fact that I’m standing here alive means only one thing Riven doesn’t want me dead.

Riven just grinned wider.

He showed his teeth like a predator pretending to be playful but didn’t said anything.

But Razeal wasn’t done.

He turned his head sharply, eyes burning now as they landed on the priestess.

"And you" he said, his tone dropping several shades colder, finger shifting from Riven to Nyla. "Did I ask for your help?"

His voice rose with disdain, each word cutting deeper than the last.

"Why are you acting like I begged you? Becoming overly righteous all of a sudden? Even if you had offered your so called divine healing, I would’ve spat in your face."

He took one step forward, gaze unflinching as it met Nyla’s.

"I don’t want help. Especially not from any of you."

His lips curled downward, the disgust on his face raw, unfiltered, and venomous. "You all... disgust me."

His eyes swept across the crowd behind her. Each person. Each face.

"I’d rather die than be touched by any one of you. Do you hear me?"

A wave of muttering rippled through the spectators. A few flinched. Others scowled. But Razeal didn’t blink. Didn’t even breathe heavier. He meant every word with the kind of icy, noble detachment that came from someone who’d already burned everything behind him.

Nyla’s face darkened. For a split second, she actually looked like she might attack. Her foot shifted forward, her hand curled into a fist

But she was stopped.

Selena, who hadn’t said a word, simply raised a hand and placed it calmly on Nyla’s arm. No words. No warnings. Just presence.

That alone was enough.

Nyla froze mid-step.

The hand she had raised to strike or speak dropped back down, halted obediently.

And Razeal, despite the storm inside him, noticed something subtle. His outburst... wasn’t just anger.

That familiar twisting in his chest the violent pulse rushing to his head it wasn’t natural. His trait, Absolute Arrogance, had flared. It latched onto his fury like dry wood to fire, worsening everything. Blinding him. Feeding it.

"Tch..." Razeal grit his teeth.

"I need to control it... I’m getting overwhelmed like this again and just because of somthing this small Sigh."

He exhaled slowly, trying to bury the urge to lash out. Another breath.

"Fucking system," he cursed inwardly, his jaw clenched tight. "Always stirring the worst in me at the worst moments."

Aeron shifted where he stood.

His jaw clenched.

He had been silent all this time, trying desperately to understand what the hell was going on. Trying to piece together everything: the trial, the monster, the dragon’s words... and the boy standing before them now.

He took a step forward, as if to speak to finally ask the one question burning in his chest.

But he never got the chance.

Because before even a breath could escape his mouth

A hand reached out.

Light. Delicate. Measured.

And gently, without a word, it wrapped around Razeal’s extended injured arm.

His blood slicked fingers froze mid-air, still partially extended from when he’d pointed at Nyla. The touch stopped him mid motion soft, but impossible to ignore.

He looked down.

Selena.

She had moved forward.

Just a single step.

And in that moment, with all eyes watching, she cradled his battered arm in her palms carefully, reverently, as if holding something precious.

Gentle holding his hand in her other delicate soft hand without caring about blood getting on her hand.

The silence around them deepened, like even the coliseum itself forgot how to breathe.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Let me heal it," she said. "Since no one else wants to."

Her tone was flat so quiet it nearly vanished but the intent behind it was unmistakable. Her lips pressed into a thin line, unreadable, and her golden hair shimmered faintly beneath the sun.

She didn’t look up at his face.

She only looked at his wound.

And in that moment, she wasn’t the Saintess, or the heir to a noble house.

She was just a girl trying to reach out.

But

Razeal’s expression twisted.

His brows furrowed sharply, his breath shortened, and his gaze ice cold and sharp as obsidian snapped to her at last.

Without a word, he yanked his arm back.

Hard.

The force tore his arm from her gentle grip, blood flicking into the air like red petals falling between them.

"Don’t. Fucking. Touch me."

His voice was low. Controlled. But there was fury barely caged beneath the surface fury edged with pain that wasn’t physical.

From the beginning till now, he hadn’t spared her a single glance.

Not once.

He had looked at everyone mocked, glared, even smirked but not her.

Not her.

Just because she didn’t matter.

Because if he looked at her too long, his composure might shatter. Maybe he will just fuck everything up.

And that... he couldn’t afford.

Selena met his eyes then.

Calm, Soft and Gentle.

"I just want to help," she said, softer now. No anger. No pride. Just the faintest trace of something else regret, maybe. Or something close to it.

But Razeal only stared back at her like her voice offended the air.

"Fuck off."

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