I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 283: Manuplated?

"So what is it?.. Tell ... What is it that you are forced to be which you know you aren’t?" Tongue asked, her voice dipping low as she leaned further forward. Her palms pressed against the shimring galactic table, the swirling cosmos inside it pulsing faintly under her touch, casting dim lights across her face. She stared at Razeal like she was dissecting him peeling open his chest, his mind, his past piece by piece.

Razeal just stared back at her. Unmoving and expressionless. only a single, small sign escaped that sothing in him didn’t want this conversation to continue.

Slowly, he shook his head. Not in denial, but in silent refusal.

He knew.. that if he opened his mouth and said what was actually sitting in his chest, soone was going to get mad about it not to say going to take offense. And he would rather not deal with that. Still... he opened his lips anyway. A long breath left him, and in the calst, coldest tone he had:

"I don’t want to be a villain."

His back leaned into the soft cosmic couch again, shoulders dropping slightly as if finally releasing a small weight. His face stayed perfectly straight, blank, unreadable. No twitch, no anger, no sha. Just a raw truth said without emotion.

Tongue blinked. Then a small grin appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Ohh, at least you’re honest with yourself." She chuckled softly as she sat back down, satisfied, tapping one finger rhythmically against the table. Her head tilted as she replayed his words in her mind. A villain? What was that supposed to an? Acting evil? Pretending to be so nacing stereotype? She genuinely found the concept amusing she couldn’t understand why he thought that was what he was forcing to be. She was in her own thoughts while.. Razeal was to get busy as soone was really interested to talk about this statent of Razeal more then her.

[Host?] The system’s tone wasn’t just shocked it was offended, confused, almost personally attacked. [What is the aning of this?.. You don’t want to be a villain?..] If systems could widen their eyes, this one would’ve.

Razeal answered dryly in his head without looking surprised. "The aning is whatever I said."

He cracked his neck to the side, habitually rolling his shoulders as he responded with complete indifference: It wasn’t who decided this whole villain thing, Villey. It was put on .

[But... you are a villain, host.] Now the system sounded like a betrayed parent. [You’re supposed to be one. That’s what we want. Why would you say sothing like this? As if you’re forced into it?.. I don’t understand. I need an explanation.]

Its confusion spilled through the connection, like static vibrating against his mind.

Razeal silently exhaled through his nose.

Villey. "it wasn’t my choice from the very beginning. You keep acting like I picked this path like I woke up one day and thought, Oh yeah, let be a villain.. If I wanted to be one, I’d have beco one on my own. But it wasn’t my choice. It never was."

His jaw clicked as he clenched it for a second, rembering things he didn’t want to rember.

Tell , Villey, he continued, a cold sarcastic chuckle escaping him, what’s the difference between you and Raven? Or the entire damn world? Everyone wants to be a villain. Every single one. None of them ever asked what I wanted. Everyone just decided for .. Even you aren’t an exception.

He ran a hand through his hair unconsciously, irritation flaring in the back of his head.

Why do you think I never learn anything from the villains you keep throwing at ? Razeal asked. All I ever take are the skills.. the power the parts I need. Not their ideology. Not their ntality. Because I don’t desire to be like them. It’s sothing you’re forcing on . Everyone is forcing on .

The system was silent for a mont.. longer than usual.

Then

[You are thinking in the wrong way, host.]

Its tone sharpened slightly, defensive. [You are comparing to Raven? Really?..]

Razeal could practically feel the system frowning.

[Host, I help you. You need . Because of , you are what you are. I’m your strength. You shouldn’t see like that. And I never forced you to do anything. Never once did I force you to follow any rules or any traits. There are no rules I set for you. All I said was: do whatever you want. That is villain. That’s all. You’re misunderstanding. Its your freedom.]

There was sothing almost desperate behind its words like it couldn’t understand why he was suddenly rejecting sothing so fundantal to its existence. Like he had just shaken the foundation it operated on.

"What are you.. different from Riven? Or... what this whole world wants from ?" Razeal’s voice echoed quietly inside his own skull, but every word carried weight, irritation, and a calm that wasn’t calm at all sothing cold and simring underneath. "Doesn’t it want to be a villain? Isn’t that what everything pushes toward? It even offers power... beyond everything. Power to destroy the world. To tear it apart and remake it. To ’balance’ it again. remake the world... whatever the hell it wants. But does any of that even matter?"

"Tell ," he continued, voice still steady but carrying an undertone of bitterness, "does it genuinely matter? Even if you’re just calling it a word ’villain’ as a label I’m asking you... who are you, or anyone, to decide that label for ?"

His crimson eyes narrowing as his thoughts sharpened.

"I will be a villain if I want to be. If I decide that path." He sajd softly. "But why am I given the label before I even choose anything? Why am I shoved into it? What have I done to deserve it?"

His voice dipped lower.

"A villain is a label for soone who harms others by choice. Intentionally. Soone who causes suffering, destroys, manipulates, exploits. Soone who ignores humanity, crosses every boundary for desire or selfishness. Soone who becos a source of fear." He looked up slightly as if he could see the system, speaking to the system now with dead calm. "Tell ... isn’t that what a villain is?"

The system responded almost instantly, its tone defensive, tallic, oddly fragile.

[It’s just to be a villain, host. I’ve never forced you. It’s always on you.. whatever you are. All I want is to make you the perfect being that exists... the best villain. The perfect villain. You have the chance to learn, host... from the greatest villains in all realities. You can learn whatever resonates with you, in whatever way you think is best. I won’t stop you even if you decide to do good things. Everything depends on you. The choice is yours.]

Razeal chuckeled.. not loudly or mockingly.

But the kind of that carried disbelief, the kind that ca from soone who had heard sothing absurd yet expected.

"Helping soone without kindness is manipulation, Villey," he said, finally lifting his eyes upward, a small amirk on his face but it wasn’t a happy at all. It was hollow. The kind people wear when they’ve already figured out the truth long ago. "You never wanted the best for . Don’t insult by pretending otherwise. I’m not a naïve fool.. Villey."

His smile grew slightly, but his eyes stayed cold.

"All you want is to turn into a villain, no matter what I’d have to or want to beco, no matter what I’d have to suffer. You’d put through torture, pain, loneliness, despair... without a speck of hesitation if you thought it would ’improve’ ." His voice beca quieter, calr in a scarier way. "Tell . Have you ever told to stop, that sothing would hurt ? Have you ever encouraged to do sothing for myself? To be happier? To be satisfied? To enjoy life? You’ve only ever encouraged to walk deeper into darkness."

His tone didn’t rise. It didn’t shake. It was the calm of soone who had accepted sothing long before verbalizing it.

"You’re manipulating into being a villain."

He chuckled again

"I did sothing wrong... so my sister punished . But tell , was that punishnt even equal to what I actually went through? I have SS-rank pain tolerance Villey. What she did was nothing compared to what you put through. If I hate her for hurting ... what should I feel about you?"

The system didn’t falter this ti; it imdiately defended itself.

[That was all for you, host. Your decision. You wanted strength I showed you the direction. And obviously, to gain strength, you need to work hard, bleed, suffer. Pain is the price for power. I didn’t force anything. You chose. I simply provided the way. And as for encouraging you to be happy... that’s not my function. Just like all the other things I don’t interfere with unless necessary. As I said... you have full freedom. If you wanted to do sothing do it, you could. Being a villain is simply where my interest lies.]

Razeal closed his eyes, letting the system finish before he inhaled slowly.

"I was thirteen when I died in last life, Villey," he said quietly. "Thirteen. I had no parents. No one to educate . No one to teach right or wrong or even how to think like a normal person. I wasn’t raised with high intellect or great mindsets. I wasn’t trained to see deeper anings or long-term consequences."

He opened his eyes again, staring straight ahead.

"But when I was reborn... when I got this new family... sothing in wanted to think for myself. To grow. To explore. And then you appeared."

His breath tightened slightly.

"You told in what brilliant plans and manipulations I was trapped in. You told who was my enemy and who would beco one. You told I had to prepare. I had to fight. I had to get strong. I had to be aware of everyone around ."

"I was planning at an age where children should be playing. I was calculating at an age where I should’ve been carefree. I was thinking about alliances, threats, opportunities... while kids my age were running around, laughing, doing stupid things."

His voice beca quiet.

"That’s manipulation, Villey."

The system responded instantly again, almost stubborn.

[You’re taking it the wrong way, host. I was preparing you. Nothing more. Nothing less. You’ve always had freedom. You will always have freedom. Whatever you choose, that’s what you will be.]

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