I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space

Just as the system was about to transfer Razeal to the training ground, he suddenly raised a hand.

"Wait."

[Yes?]

Razeal narrowed his eyes. "Show me my stats. I want to see how much I've progressed."

[Confirmed.]

With no more words, a dark-blue panel materialized in front of him, glowing softly in the air.

Host: Razeal

Alignment: True Villain (Unredeemable)

Villain Rank: D-

Elemental Affinities:

Shadow (Extremely Low)

Necrotic (Extremely Low)

Blood (Low-Intermediate)

Attributes:

Strength: D

Agility: D-

Mana (MP): C (498,760 / 1,000,000)

Endurance: C-

Will: Negative

Mental: SS-

Charisma: S

Luck: Negative

Razeal exhaled sharply, his shoulders finally relaxing after what felt like an eternity of stagnation.

"Hah… Finally," he muttered. His stats were no longer stuck in that frustrating flatline of F-ranks. Nearly every attribute had seen a jump.

Finally, progress.

Still, there was no illusion about where his sudden improvement came from. His strength and agility hadn't risen from hard training or luck they surged all thanks to the passive effect of shortcut:

[Killing Body: Physical stats increase the more you kill.]

Whatever.. i got killed same if not more times to achieve this. He thought

But then his eyes stared at his status window again, eyes drawn to one troublesome corner.

Mana.

He frowned.

Just tapping into his shadow affinity had drained 1,300 MP. That wasn't even an massive attack. It was just a small-scale testing.

"That shit eats mana like a starving beast…" he muttered. He shook his head. "Can't even imagine the cost if I went all-out fighting with that.."

Yeah, the system was cool. Brutal, yeah most likely. And now even Skills coming from it drink mana like fuck.

Signing

Maybe just don't trust this Fully untill he have billion of something Dark mana. Back to main consurning things.

"System, how much to upgrade Killing Intent?"

[Killing Intent (SSS) (D): Killing Points Required: 0.08 / 10,000]

[To gain 1 full point: you need to accumulate 100 Killing Points. Each D-ranked monster gives 0.001 point. Therefore, to upgrade, you must kill 100,000 D-ranked monsters.]

Razeal raised an eyebrow. "A hundred thousand... just to level it up once?"

[Correct.]

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Seconds passed. Then he made a decision.

"Forget D-ranked opponents. It'd be a complete waste of time. If I only fight those on my level, I'll stay in place forever. I should maybe aim higher. System, what's your recommendation? D-ranked or C-ranked opponents?"

[Logically, the higher your rank, the greater the return. Right now, if you hunt D-rank monsters, you'll need to kill 100,000 just to upgrade your Killing Intent. Only then will the next effect unlock.]

[Currently, your average stat level is D. D-ranked enemies will still challenge you enormously afterall they will have same stats if not greater then you, Especially not to say in the later waves numbers of enemies be enormous but it's feasible since you can always just revive. Plus, inside the System Space, the Time Amplification is 100x. That's a massive training advantage.]

[It's a massive edge. With that much time, plus your current skill set, your combat scenes will evolve quickly. You'll adapt faster. You'll win.]

[Still, it won't be enough. You need intensity. Growth demands pain.]

[In C-rank simulation, Time Amplification jumps to 1,000x. You would only need 10,000 kills to upgrade your Killing Intent. Efficiency increases drastically.]

[Furthermore, your healing skill Major Healing (B) requires severe injury damage to gain even a single point now Damage atleast which could be counted B ranked. Limbs severed, organs destroyed. Scratches from D-ranked monsters won't count now.]

[D-ranked enemies likely won't be able to damge you at that level but with C-ranked opponents, the damage will be substantial enough most of times. And it will prepare you for greater challenges. You will face overwhelming foes in the future. Better to gain that experience now.]

The system paused briefly.

[My advice: fight stronger enemies. C-ranked. It will push you.]

Razeal stood quietly, absorbing every word.

"…Makes sense."

He thought.

Then, without hesitation.

"Alright. But lets not do C-ranked. Take me to B-ranked opponents. If we are fighting to rise, lets fight something worthy enough to be called fighting."

A cold smile crept across his face.

[Umm...]

The system hesitated, rare for something mechanical.

[Host, I wont that. If you approach this using planning, traps, manipulation perhaps. You could've done it. But direct combat? Face to face? You'll be outclassed. Every stat, every ability, every attack of theirs will outmatch yours.]

Razeal didn't care. "What's the amplification rate?"

[10,000x. One hour outside gives you 10,000 hours of time inside. Over one year.]

"Then I'll use every hour. I believe I can kill a B-ranked opponent even with D-tier stats."

[And how many death's do you think it gonna take you to kill one?] the system asked bluntly.

Razeal fell silent.

He thought seriously, then finally answered.

"One hundred... I'll find a way."

[Let's say you do. Let's say you kill it after mastering its weaknesses or whatever. What happens when the next wave comes? Ten at once. Then a hundred. Then a thousand. Will you still endure?]

"Don't worry about that." Razeal closed his eyes. "I just don't want to be humiliated in my first real fight in front of the whole world."

He opened his eyes.

"And I'll win," he said, a cold, unwavering fire behind his gaze.

Silence.

Then:

[Very well. Initializing transfer to B-rank combat simulation. Time Amplification: 10,000x.]

After a few moments, Razeal opened his eyes.

His breath instantly turned to mist, the cold air slicing against his skin like invisible blades. A sharp chill crawled across his body, wrapping around him like an icy embrace.

"Ohh... this is cold," he muttered, exhaling again to see the fog of his own breath swirling up.

His eyes adjusted, scanning the horizon.

White. Endless ice white.

He turned in place slowly, taking in the surroundings. Snow-covered plains stretched to infinity, interrupted only by flat stretches of clear, solid ice beneath his feet. There wasn't a mountain in sight. No trees. No structures. Not even a single hill. Just raw, open, frigid emptiness.

[Current Biome: Frozen Flats.]

The system's notification popped up.

"Frozen Flats, huh?" Razeal repeated, nodding as he crouched to inspect the surface beneath him. The ice was a deep, oceanic blue so pure and transparent he could almost see through it.

"Is this a frozen river? Or a lake? Damn..."

He gave a low whistle. It was beautiful.

In both his current life and the previous one, he had never seen snow like this. Never stood in such silence. It was... serene.

He let out a chuckle. "Cool."

But that moment of awe didn't last long.

Because then he saw it.

The air itself seemed to shift. The wind stopped. The ground groaned.

He turned his head slowly and froze.

It was impossible not to see it. It towered in the distance like a living monument.

Razeal's lips twitched.

"haha... system, you're joking, right? This is a prank, right? This is not... we're not actually fighting that thing, are we?"

He almost took a step back. Not from fear, but from the sheer scale of what he was looking at. His eyes couldn't fully take it in. He had to tilt his head back to see the top.

It stood still, but the countdown timer above its head ticked down with every second.

Then the system dropped the info:

[Current Opponent: Glaciermight]

[Rank: B-Ranked Juggernaut-Type Monster]

[Category: Ice Affinity / Polar Colossus]

[Mass: 170 tons]

[Height: 13.6 meters]

[Known Habitat: Whitebane Flats, Frozen Expanse of Sector 44-V (Galaxy 6736)]

Razeal blinked slowly.

"Well... that's not going to help anything," he said blankly.

[It will begin attacking in 4 seconds, Host.] the system warned.

"Yeah, I can see that," he replied, eyes locked on the towering monstrosity.

The beast was a nightmare of cold and fury. A polar bear-like monster, the size of a three-story building. Its white fur rippled in the wind, matted with frost. Its back and shoulders were dotted with jagged ice crystals. Its claws were longer than swords, glinting like frozen razors. The creature's face was a grotesque combination of power and primal menace its mouth and eyes still closed, yet it radiated an overwhelming pressure.

Razeal felt a strange. That deep-rooted psychological terror that came from seeing something massive.

"Are B-ranked monsters always this fucking big?!" Razeal asked, half in disbelief.

[Not particularly. This one is a Juggernaut-type. They're uniquely built to rely on their massive size and brutal strength.]

"Of course it is," he muttered, exhaling slowly.

He pulled out a system-provided swordbthin, sharp, and slightly curved. Not ideal against something this size, but it would do.

He cracked his neck. Flexed his fingers.

Then started walking. Each step faster than the last.

From walking to jogging. From jogging to sprinting.

His boots slammed against the ice with increasing speed, forming small cracks beneath him as he pushed harder.

The Glaciermight remained still, its system countdown nearly reaching zero. Its breath steamed from its nose even while sleeping.

Razeal looked like an insect charging toward a mountain.

But he grinned.

"Let's see how it feels to pick a fight with a fucking building."

To any outside observer, the sight was absurd.

A lone figure, barely human-sized, sprinting full force across a frozen wasteland toward a monster eighty tons heavier and tall enough to block out the sun.

"I have the advantage here!" Razeal shouted over the wind.

"I'm fast you're big. That means your body's a wide open target! Let's see how good you are at stopping a supreme villain you can't even track."

Razeal ran.

Every muscle in his body fired like a machine, his momentum building with every step as he raced across the Frozen Flats toward the towering beast.

The countdown burned above the monster's head.

3.

He was ten steps away. Close. Just close enough.

2.

Five steps now. His grip tightened on the hilt of the sword the system had granted him. He bent low, ready to launch his entire body into a precision strike.

1.

Razeal twisted his body mid-run, angling to dive behind the beast's ankles. His eyes locked on the target. Thick, massive legs like tree trunks but he knew the weakest point of any colossus was its foundation.

Just as he brought his sword arm back, preparing to slice

0.

A deep, shuddering boom exploded from the creature.

Its eyes shot open.

Crystalline blue, like ancient ice given life. And in that exact instant

WHOOSH!

A burst of freezing wind blasted out from the Glaciermight, a shockwave of elemental force. The sheer air pressure alone was enough to rip Razeal from the ground.

"WOAH What the actual fuck?!" Razeal yelped as he was hurled skyward, flipping through the air like a tossed ragdoll.

Spinning uncontrollably, he instinctively activated his [Flow] ability to stabilize himself. His body jerked upright mid-air, but not before he'd already climbed nearly 20 feet high.

That's when his eyes met the beast's.

Time slowed.

The Glaciermight's mouth opened wide, frost dripping from its jaw.

And then

Craaaaack!

A massive ice pillar began to form in its maw. Within seconds, it was fully shaped, like a missile carved from glacier stone, and launched skyward directly at Razeal.

His eyes widened.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!"

He had no time to dodge.

He did what only a madman with no survival instincts would do:

He grabbed his sword with both hands, twisted in the air, and with all the strength in his core and arms, screamed into the sky

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!"

He swung the sword.

The result?

Crunch.

The blade shattered like glass.

[+1 Injury Point]

The school-bus-sized ice pillar struck him dead center.

BOOM.

He flew.

Not just a few meters. He tore across the air like a cannonball, vanishing from sight.

A full kilometer away, the ice pillar slammed into the frozen surface with an earth-shaking CRASH, sending a shockwave of ice shards and snow flying in every direction.

The echo thundered across the flatlands.

Chunks of ice scattered.

The pillar, no longer supported, tipped sideways and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Thirty seconds passed.

Then:

"Ouuuuuch~" Razeal's voice groaned from within the massive crater.

A bloodied hand emerged from the hole. Then another.

He dragged himself up, bits of cracked ice sticking to his skin. His clothes were shredded, his armor completely ruined. He glanced down.

His body looked like raw meat. Veins had burst. Muscles had ruptured. His skin was split in several places, blood pouring out in rivers.

And yet

Not a single bone broken.

"Heh... I really thought I'd be able to cut through that ice," Razeal laughed bitterly.

[...]

[It was 100-year-old ice. Stronger, denser, magically reinforced. It wasn't normal ice. And even if it was... do you really think you could cut through a bus-sized chunk mid-air with a basic sword?] the system replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Razeal coughed up blood, still smiling.

"Well, at least I didn't die, right? I'm still standing... kind of."

His legs trembled. Blood was still flowing from multiple open wounds. Bits of flesh were barely clinging to his ribs. But even so, his healing factor had kicked in. Slowly but surely, the bleeding stopped. His muscle fibers were visibly knitting back together.

He tapped his foot on the ground experimentally.

"I really thought that ice pillar would break and drop me straight into the water underneath."

[You're standing on 17,000-year-old ice. Formed from high-density mana during a polar epoch. That kind of ice is used to measure ice magic strength. Older ice equals stronger structure.]

"Ahh, I see... that's pretty neat. But don't you think it's kind of cheating for that walking ice fortress to be that big and have ice elemental attacks?"

[You asked for a legit B-ranked opponent.]

"Yeah, yeah... I did say that."

Razeal rolled his shoulders.

They cracked audibly.

His regeneration had finally stabilized. Muscles were reconnecting. The wounds across his body were closing rapidly, flesh bubbling back into place.

Had his bones not been freakishly dense he would've been vaporized. But they had absorbed most of the impact. And now, he was moving again.

Not perfectly or quickly.

But still he was alive.

And improving.

[So...] the system asked curiously. [What's your plan to kill it now?]

Razeal cracked his neck.

"I don't know yet," he said honestly. "But Well figure it out."

[We?]

Yeah yeah idiot. Razeal ignored system

And with that, he started running again.

Toward the monster that nearly killed him.

Because that's what villains do.

They rise.

And with that, Razeal charged again.

[+1 Injury Point]

[+1 Injury Point]

[+1 Injury Point]

[+1 Injury Point]

He barely made it within 200 meters before the next barrage came.

From its distant perch, the Glaciermight let out a low, guttural growl and then began its assault.

Ice pillars the size of siege towers launched through the sky like ballistic missiles.

THUD!

THUD! THUD!

They smashed into the frozen ground all around him, each hit sending shards of ice flying, each one capable of ripping a normal person in half.

Razeal dove. Rolled. Spun. Slid across the slick ice, trying to dodge the unrelenting bombardment.

But there were too many.

One smashed the ground beside him and threw him across the surface. Another clipped his side shredding his skin in chunks. A third exploded next to him, the shockwave hurling him face-first into the ice.

Clothes? Gone.

Pants? Obliterated.

He now stood if you could call it that in nothing but torn, frostbitten underwear and that too four holes in it. Blood trickled from a dozen new cuts, his skin a patchwork of bruises, scrapes, and half-healed gashes.

Still, he got up.

Sword trembling in his hands.

He pointed it at the massive beast in the distance, the ice titan that looked like a walking apocalypse.

"FUCK YOU!" he roared, his voice echoing across the flats.

"If you're born of one fucking father then fight me like a MAN! What the hell is this coward-ass sniping bullshit from two football fields away?!"

His lungs burned. The cold ripped through him. But Razeal's fury was hotter.

The monster didn't respond. It simply remained still for a beat.

Then launched another volley.

Razeal dove again.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Ice cracked. The ground trembled.

The distance between them wasn't just meters. It was a gap of power. Of raw destructive scale.

And yet, he was still there.

Still trying.

Still shouting into the void.

Still running toward the impossible.

Because no matter how many times it knocked him down

He refused to stay there. And well he have all the time in world. 10,000 hour's inside as one outside? Thats just...

---

Yo! First off, big shoutout to hmalmorished for the big castle.. much love, man.

And because of him, you're all getting 5 extra chapters (at least 10–13k words total). Appreciate it!

They'll be dropping next week, since I'm a bit tied up this week… putting up privilege. May God give me strength.

Anyway, huge thanks to all of you for the Power Stones, Golden Tickets, and of course gifts are always welcome if you're hoping for faster updates. 😉

Appreciate you all. Take care!

---