I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space
Chapter 46: Younger Brother

Chapter 46: Younger Brother

But not Areon. No, Areon saw it. And that flicker of emotion was like a triumph.

"Ha!" Areon chuckled, his voice low and mocking, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Looks like I pressed a sensitive nerve, didn’t I?" Finally.. finally the boy who had mocked him, who had acted mad and untouchable all this fucking time, had shown a crack in his mask. The first slip. The first sign that beneath the wildness, there was something to hurt.

The crowd, silent and tense just moments ago, caught the shift. And as if released from a spell, they began to chuckle soft, cruel laughter rippling through the arena. The boy who had defied them, insulted them, mocked their faith he could be wounded after all. A moment of shared victory, and they seized it.

But Selena stood still at the edge of it all, head slightly bowed, her face shadowed beneath the fall of her pale hair. Her hands trembled, so faintly at first that none noticed until she gripped one with the other, trying to stop the shaking. She said nothing. Her lips pressed tight. No one knew what storm raged in her heart.

And Razeal? He simply shrugged. The laughter of the crowd washed over him, and he let it. His smile returned, his voice cool and unbothered.

"Who cares?" he said, his tone nauseatingly light, as if their mockery meant nothing. His eyes scanned the arena, calm, detached. "Yeah, you’re right. I don’t have a home. I don’t have wealth. I don’t have anything worth offering at that level."

The crowd chuckled louder now, savoring the admission. But then

"But how about this?" Razeal’s grin sharpened, his eyes gleaming with reckless resolve. "I’ll offer you my royal bloodline essence. You can’t tell me that’s not worth it right?."

The arena froze. The laughter died on every tongue, choked off in collective shock.

And then, the exclamation but it wasn’t from Areon. It came from Selena.

"Whatttt?!" she gasped, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it. Her eyes widened in horror, genuine horror, her hand flying to her mouth as if she could pull the word back. But the trembling in her gaze, the terror that filled her eyes it was plain for all to see.

Razeal didn’t look at her. Didn’t even seem to register her existence. His focus stayed locked on Areon, as if Selena’s horror, the weight of her reaction, meant nothing to him.

Areon himself stood stunned. His breath caught; his heart seemed to miss a beat. "Are you... serious?" he asked, voice low, his shock clear. He swallowed hard, his pride momentarily overtaken by disbelief.

Royal bloodline essence. The words alone carried unimaginable weight. Every person had blood noble or common, high or low but the bloodline essence? That was the very core, the purest root of what made a bloodline unique. The heart of its power, its talents, its gifts.

Yes, everyone had it. Even the lowliest commoner carried bloodline essence. But extracting it offering it was something else entirely. Given willingly, bloodline essence could be received by another, granting them the very abilities, the talents, the potential of that lineage. A true gift of power. A true passing of legacy.

But why, then? Why didn’t the strong simply take it? Why weren’t the streets littered with the corpses of the weak, their essence stolen by force?

Because it couldn’t be done by force. That was the law of nature, the rule set by the gods or the world itself no one could take another’s bloodline essence unless it was given freely. And even when given, the rituals, the costs, the dangers of merging essence were immense. Only the rarest, boldest souls dared it.

And why the shock?

First of all, Razeal didn’t just contain any bloodline he was born of the Pure Virelan family, bearers of the highest grade of bloodline, a true royal grade lineage. He was of the direct line, a true descendant of that exalted blood. If anyone were to receive that bloodline’s essence, they would rise as an ultra-genius, a prodigy blessed by the heavens themselves a talent on par with the imperial family. The kind of genius that could be counted on the fingers of two hands across the entire world.

Yes, Razeal was useless. Extremely talentless in every way. But that had nothing to do with his bloodline. His blood was flawless. The problem was something else something within himself. Something that blocked him, made him incapable of practicing magic, aura, or forming contracts with spirits or beasts. Honestly he was completely unworthy of the royal blood he carried but the blood itself remained pure, potent, and unmatched.

And the second reason for their horror? The truth that sent cold dread down every spine: removing one’s bloodline essence meant death. The bloodline essence wasn’t just power it was life itself afterall.

That was why the entire colosseum stood frozen, unable to even breathe properly. What Razeal had offered wasn’t just a price it was a death sentence.

Tho not much shocked that kid is playing with his life.

It was rather feeling normal weirdly enough.

Areon stood in deep thought, his mind racing. Actually... this isn’t even a bad idea. His heart pounded with rising ambition. In any normal situation, getting a royal bloodline’s essence would be utterly impossible. No family, especially one like the Virelans, would ever allow such a thing. To even speak of it would be enough to spark war.

After all, you couldn’t just kill someone and take it. The donor had to willingly offer it a nearly impossible feat. And if someone even dared to suggest taking a royal bloodline essence, that person’s entire family would bring down destruction in retaliation. It was taboo, Sacred and Untouchable.

But... this was different.

This boy wasn’t Virelan anymore. He’d been cast out. Erased. The family wouldn’t care. They wouldn’t move a finger.

It’s possible, Areon thought, his pulse quickening. It’s actually possible to have a royal bloodline essence transplant. And all without consequence.

This was no longer a simple duel. This was a chance to gain what no one else could ever dream of.

A slow, eager smile spread across Areon’s face. The temptation was too great. The risk? None. The reward? Beyond anything he’d ever imagined.

This... this was worth it. More than worth it. The value was beyond measure. The Holy Promise he wagered seemed like a small price now, compared to what was being offered. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. No, once in many lifetimes. The chance to possess a royal bloodline’s essence to take that power for his own, to fuse it with his already mighty potential, to ascend beyond what anyone could have foreseen.

His heart raced. His pride burned hot. This would not just restore his honor it would elevate him to heights even he had never dreamed.

He opened his mouth, about to seal the deal, about to say the words that would bind the duel, when

A voice cut through the air.

"Little brother... maybe you should come ask your elder sister for whatever you want. Why go through all this?"

The words floated down, deceptively gentle, but the chill beneath them was sharp enough to freeze bone. The voice trembled ever so slightly, as though its speaker fought to keep her tone soft but it was clear that gentleness was forced, impossible to truly maintain in this moment.

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