I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space-Chapter 371: World Upside Down

Raven’s eyes widened as he suddenly sensed a completely new type of energy as if something that had never existed before beginning to spread throughout the entire universe. It felt young, as if it had just been born, yet it was growing at an unimaginably fast speed, expanding on a universal scale.

From what he could sense, even among the three Supreme Gods especially as the God of Equilibrium, the Preserver himself.. he could perceive it more clearly than anyone else in existence. And what he felt was deeply wrong. This energy was throwing the natural balance of the universe into total chaos.

There was something uniquely disturbing about it. Raven could tell one thing with certainty: it was incredibly powerful and fundamentally different. It felt almost identical to one of the most fundamental forces upon which the flow and order of the universe depended on Mana. Pure mana.

But this was not mana.

It was as if.. its opposite.

Mana was born from positivity, life, and purity. This new force felt as though it had been born from negativity, hatred, despair, and darkness itself or perhaps it was darkness itself? And that realization struck him with terrifying clarity.

The sudden explosion that had occurred made no sound, yet its impact reverberated across the entire universe. Something had changed on a fundamental level. It was not that a new force had been created out of nothing; rather, it felt as though a seed had appeared a catalyst. A beginning. As if a natural process had suddenly started.

A conversion process.

Everything dark evil, hatred, despair, negativity was now being automatically transformed into a new kind of energy. An energy that could be channeled. Accessed. Used. Just like mana could be

And because such darkness already existed in abundance throughout the universe, this newly born seed had found limitless fertilizer. It was expanding and growing at an unimaginable speed and scale, becoming denser with every passing moment.

Raven understood something terrifying. For now, only beings of immense power could sense it. But soon perhaps in only a few days even ordinary people would begin to feel it. Sense it. Maybe even access it.

And that was something to be deeply concerned about.

Because he did not know what it was.

As the Preserver, he knew the flow of fate and destiny. He knew how events were supposed to unfold. In a sense, he could see the future itself. Yet this... this was never supposed to happen. Nothing in fate, destiny, or possibility had predicted this emergence.

This single change had already thrown everything into chaos.

Even now, while most powerful beings remained unaware, the order of the world was already beginning to fracture. Raven did not know when creatures would come into contact with this energy, nor what kind of chaos it would unleash. It felt as though the entire world had been turned upside down and violently shaken.

For Raven, whose very purpose was to maintain the equilibrium of the universe, it felt as if his role itself was beginning to crumble.

The color drained from his face as realization set in. Horror filled his expression. It felt as though, from this moment onward, he was doomed to endure an endless burden with no escape.

And why wouldn’t he be horrified?

Because he understood something else.

This process could not be stopped.

No one could stop it not even the three Supreme Gods: the God of Creation, the God of Destruction, and the God of Equilibrium himself. What had begun was a universal process, something on the scale of cosmic law. It was not an event that could be resisted or undone.

Trying to stop it would be like trying to stop light from existing. Or gravity. Or fire. Or heat itself.

Even beings of their level had limits. They were not greater than the cosmos. They existed within it and were bound by its natural rules and order.

This new force was no different.

They could not destroy it. They could not erase it. Perhaps a naive mind might think they could destroy the seed or erase the energy that had already formed ..but that was impossible. Energy could neither be created nor destroyed; it only transformed from one form into another.

And this... was simply a natural transformation.

The conversion of negativity and darkness into power.

And unless they could somehow erase all negativity from the entire cosmos itself... there was nothing they could do to stop it.

What... what exactly led to this?

Riven’s face twisted in a way no worshipper would ever believe possible. The calm, never changing composure of the Preserver fractured. His jaw clenched so hard the air around him vibrated with restrained force. His teeth ground against each other as though he could crush the answer out of reality itself. For a fleeting, humiliating moment, he felt something dangerously close to panic clawing up his chest. He shut his eyes.. hard. Not in meditation. Not in divine serenity. In frustration.

This was not natural.

It could not be natural.. Never ever could be natural..

Nothing of this magnitude simply happened without record in fate. Nothing at the level of a fundamental shift escaped the weave of destiny. The cosmos did not casually invent new laws.

"This wasn’t written..." he murmured through clenched teeth, voice trembling not from weakness but from disbelief. "This wasn’t in destiny of this chosmos."

Because he knew the fate and destiny. He had watched them since the dawn of existence. He had seen empires rise and collapse before their first stone was laid. He had seen divine wars conclude before they were declared. Fate did not surprise him.

Yet this... this was not in any branch.

This was intervention.

This had been done by someone... or something.. And thats what terrfied him more than the energy itself.

Because in all his eons billions of years of existence he did not know a single being capable of doing this. Not the God of Creation. Not the God of Destruction. Not even himself. He, the God of Equilibrium, whose authority extended over balance at universal scale, did not possess the means to birth a new fundamental force.

That was impossible.

Fundamental forces were not crafted like spells. They were not engineered like artifacts. They were not discovered like secrets. They just simply exist. They were woven into reality from the first breath of creation. Gravity was not invented. It was inherent. Mana was not manufactured. It was intrinsic.

For someone to create something equivalent to introduce a new fundamental process into existence was absurd.

And yet... it had happened.

Riven inhaled slowly, though he had no need for breath. His divine consciousness expanded outward. He reached for the very highest layer of his authority. He began to draw upon the peak of his divine power carefully. Controlled and Measured.

He was inhabiting a mortal shell.

He had spent unimaginable effort descending into this form, incarnating himself within flesh so he could move unseen among creation. If he unleashed too much of his true divinity, this body would rupture. Collapse. Vaporize under the strain.

But he needed answers.

So he pushed.

His perception tore through dimensions. Time folded backward. Space thinned. He sought the origin point of the shift the epicenter of the disturbance.

At first, he saw nothing but chaos.

Dark currents. Fragmented strands of fate snapping and reweaving themselves. Destiny maps dissolving into noise. Threads tangling where they should not intersect. The once orderly flow of probability had become turbulent.

He pushed harder.

The strain burned.

His vision blurred, but not from weakness rather from overload. The cosmos did not want to show him. Something resisted clarity.

"Show me," he hissed under his breath.

He forced more power through the mortal vessel.

The world around him distorted.

And then

The blur shifted.

A shape emerged from shadow.

Water.

A vast expanse of dark ocean.

Tranceluncnt monster cores?

A boy.

Floating above the surface, legs crossed, seated in midair as though the world beneath him meant nothing. His hands were clasped in intricate seals. Blood streamed from his eyes, trailing down pale skin in stark crimson lines. And yet.. he was smiling.

No.

Not smiling.

Grinning.

A wide, cocky, almost manic smirk. The expression of someone who had not merely succeeded.. but had enjoyed it.

Around him, that same newborn energy pulsed faintly. And before him, suspended in the air, was a dark book its pages alive with inscriptions that even Riven’s divine perception felt reluctant to linger on.

From that book

He felt it.

The whisper of the seed.

The same echo that had reverberated across the cosmos.

Recognition struck him instantly.

It did not even take a fraction of a second.

Razeal.

The name alone felt like a fracture line across his thoughts.

"That... that kid led to all of this?"

He was shocked beyond anything he had ever known. How could it be possible? Maybe a supreme entity, some ancient force beyond comprehension that would have made sense. But a kid? Someone who wasn’t even an adult yet? Someone capable of changing something on a cosmic scale, across the whole of reality? Something even he couldn’t fix or interfere with right now?

He couldn’t believe it.

More than that, his mind was breaking under the weight of it. He didn’t know what to do next. He was the Preserver.. how was he supposed to preserve anything when he couldn’t even understand what was actually happening?

His head burned, thoughts collapsing into each other. And then

"Blurghhhh"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body trembled, unable to endure whatever was tearing through him. Was it the strain of processing what he had witnessed? The backlash from using divine power in a mortal body? Stress? Or something else entirely?

He didn’t know.

But he knew one thing.

He was badly, irreversibly messed up.. No actually he was fucked up.. Very extremely and roughly fucked up.

Another mouthful of blood hit the ground. Fury surged through him. What the hell had just happened? One minute ago, the situation had been bad but still within his control. And then, in the next second, a massive boom echoed across the cosmos and everything just fell apart.

Everything lay in shambles. The world was plunging into deep chaos, and he knew it.

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While Riven staggered somewhere far away, blood staining his divine lips, Razeal slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that returned was not exhaustion.

Not pain.

Not even the awareness of what he had just done.

It was a grin.

Slow. Crooked and almost playful.

His crimson eyes gleamed with a sharp, wicked amusement as he lifted his gaze toward the sky, as though he could see through layers of reality itself.

"I wonder what that bastard Riven’s face looks like right now...?"

The thought slid through his mind lazily, almost affectionately.

He tilted his head slightly, imagining it those calm, composed features cracking for the first time. The God of Equilibrium, reduced to confusion. Perhaps horror? Perhaps fury? Maybe even disbelief so deep it tasted bitter.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"That would’ve been soooo sooo soooooo nice to see," he murmured under his breath, wiping the thin trail of blood from beneath his eyes with the back of his hand. "First proper gift and all..."

There was genuine regret there though not for what he had done. Only for missing the reaction.

He would have loved to see that moment. That realization. That fracture.

But it didn’t dampen his mood for long. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

After all...

This was just the beginning.

His grin widened slightly.

I’ve got something much bigger prepared for you, my dear lovely bestfriend.

The thought was almost tender.

He imagined delivering it in person next time. Not from a distance. Not as an invisible shockwave echoing across the cosmos. But face to face. Close enough to watch Riven’s expression distort. Close enough to enjoy every flicker of shock.

That one...

That one will definitely explode right in front of him.

He inhaled slowly, steadying his breathing as the turbulence in his mana pool continued to swirl beneath his skin. The energy inside him was still unstable, dense and heavy, pressing against the limits of his control. But he held it in, forcing it into order through sheer will.

Patience.

He could wait.

He always could.

Inside his mind, a voice erupted like a thunderclap.

[Damnnnnn... damnnnnnnn... DAMNNNNNNNNNNNN, HOST WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!]

Razeal’s lips twitched.

[I thought you were just some arrogant idiot stumbling through chaos, but you..] the system nearly sputtered. [You created a spell? Sorry ritual By yourself. You even named it? You just birthed dark mana into a world that never had it! Do you understand what you just did?!]

There was no hiding the astonishment.

For once villey sounded genuinely shaken.

And it was very impressed, shocked beyond anything it had expected. After all, there was no way it had thought Razeal had something like this planned. It was a huge surprise and a very good one. The System actually loved it. At the same time, it was deeply shocked by Razeal’s skill.

After all, there had never been a spell or skill capable of making a world suddenly begin producing dark mana. Every world already possessed it in some form. So how could one create something that was supposed to already exist?

Yet this world was completely unique. It had no dark mana, no dark magic it was a world formed entirely from the pure white faction. Naturally, even the System was stunned when Razeal came up with something like this

Razeal though kust rolled his shoulders lazily, stretching his neck as though he had merely completed a light exercise rather than altered the foundation of existence.

"It’s nothing special," he replied calmly in his mind, though the smugness in his expression betrayed him completely. "I didn’t create anything new. The principles already existed. I just... rearranged a few things."

His eyes drifted briefly to the fading sky.. which only water that he sae.. But still he saw something which is to the subtle pulse of something new now woven into reality itself.

"This world didn’t have dark mana," he continued inwardly. "That doesn’t mean the concept to exist doesn’t exist."

He simply changed the mechanism.

The system’s tone sharpened.

[How many rituals did you combine?]

Razeal didn’t hesitate.

"Over two hundred forbidden rituals. Fifty-six forbidden spells." He brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, casual. "Just took the relevant parts. Trimmed what I didn’t need. Linked the conversion matrices. Redirected the flow logic. And boom."

He snapped his fingers softly.

"Perfect catalyst."

There was arrogance in his voice now. Open and Undisguised.

But again he had earned it this time.

[Good. And you used the Book of Eventual Evil as the seed... taking all those monster cores to produce the initial motion, turning it into a catalyst. From there, it runs on its own converting any dark, evil, or negative energy in this world into dark mana. That’s an impressive idea. And now... no one has any way to stop it.]

"It wasn’t that big of a deal," Razeal replied in his head, though the smirk remained on his face. "Still... it’s a big loss that I lost the Book of Eventual Evil because of this process."

His eyes drifted toward the book floating in front of him. Slowly, it began to dissolve into black particles, fading away piece by piece until it completely disappeared as if it had merged with the universe itself, no longer existing in physical form.

[A small price to pay for something greater. After all, you used it as a sacrifice turning it into a seed. With its help, you joined yourself with the cosmos and bound it to you as a seed of darkness that will continue to grow forever. Honestly, if you ask me... you did your artifact a favor. This is a kind of evolution for it.]

"Well... whatever. As long as it ruins that guy and this world’s fate, or whatever shitty destiny it keeps trying to force on me," Razeal said, a slow, proud smile spreading across his face.

"What did you do...?"

Merisa’s voice came from the side as she floated toward him, her expression dark with a deep, unsettled frown. She didn’t understand what had just happened. No one did. But she could feel it something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The world itself felt disturbed, like something fundamental had shifted out of place. She didn’t know what it was, only that the feeling had started the moment Razeal acted. And somehow, she was certain he was the reason.

So she asked again, more seriously this time.

"Oh, this?" Razeal turned his head toward her, the smile on his lips widening slightly. "Nothing much. I just realized this world doesn’t allow me to tap into its mana... so I made my own instead. A new type of mana. Which is ’Mine’."

For a moment, Merisa simply stared at him.

"You... you what?"

Her words stopped halfway, her thoughts failing to keep up with what she had just heard. She understood the sentence. Every word made sense individually. But together, they felt impossible. Created his own mana? How was that even supposed to mean anything?

She wasn’t the only one confused. Everyone present stared at Razeal in stunned silence, their expressions mirroring the same disbelief.

"Relax," Razeal said casually, shaking his head. "You’ll understand in a few days. It won’t take long. Fifteen days at most."

He smirked faintly as he watched her reaction.

His explanation only made things worse.

"Anyway... let’s head back."

System, how much dark mana will it take to teleport all of us directly back to the Empire using Shadow Teleportation now? Razeal asked inwardly.

With the amount of mana he currently possessed, the cost hardly mattered. Still, he asked out of habit. Strangely, he felt excited more excited than he had in a long time ..about returning.. Like for first ever time?

[78.65 billion mana, to be exact, Host.]

"Alright. That’s nothing," Razeal muttered, glancing at his mana stat. The teleportation cost barely registered against the number displayed there well over one and a half quadrillion. There wasn’t even a hint of concern on his face.

He smiled.

"Let’s go back to the Empire."

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