I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 288: Spoiler by Preserver.. The Real End?

"Then you don’t know your sister.. she can kill her.. maybe selena does matter to her.. but she won’t let her go.. Nova loves you.. More then anything.. believe .." Riven said, and this ti his tone wasn’t mocking or irritated. It was serious. Too serious. Like he was warning him about sothing that wasn’t a possibility but a certainty.

Razeal and Riven stared at each other for a few long seconds, neither saying anything, both studying the other’s expression. The room felt strangely still, like the air itself was waiting for soone to break the silence. Then Razeal finally exhaled, a quiet breath slipping from his lips as he lay back on the bed again, spreading his arms out over the covers in a lazy, careless way as if the weight of entire worlds ant nothing to him.

"Whatver it is... it’s none of my concern," he said calmly, his voice flat, emotionless, eyes half-closed. "They can kill whoever they want. And no... Nova doesn’t love . If she had, she wouldn’t have.."

He stopped mid-sentence. Sothing flashed in his eyes an emotion he didn’t allow to surface. He cut himself off quickly, jaw tightening for half a second before he pushed that thought away. He shook his head lightly, forcing his expression back to cold neutrality and stared at Riven again.. Maybe more of amplified emotion because of that vampire shit? he thought to himself as the reason why he felt like this.

"You misunderstand everything, believe ," Razeal said. "I know them firsthand. You only know them from far away. They aren’t what you’re thinking they are. And just leave this shit out. Don’t waste my ti. I already know you’re never letting anything like that happen in first place anyways. So why bring it up?"

His voice stayed calm, too calm, almost dead.

His eyes carried zero warmth just the dull red glow of a man who had stopped feeling long before this conversation.

Riven paused there for a mont, the words hitting him harder than he expected. He didn’t respond right away. He only sighed slowly, deeply as if the exhaustion of centuries sat on his shoulders. His usually sharp god-like composure loosened as his shoulders dropped.

He walked past the bed silently, picked up a wooden chair from the corner, and dragged it forward. The soft scrape of its legs filled the quiet room. He placed it beside the bed and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly.

Now he sat eye-level with Razeal.

"Look, Razeal..." Riven’s voice was softer now, almost pleading underneath the seriousness. "I know you know that whatever you are doing... it’s going to ss everything up. But hear my words. Please stop doing whatever you’re planning to do. Because it’s not going to matter. If anything, it’s just going to ruin everything more."

"Whatever fate decided whatver destiny had aligned will happen anyway..Its inevitable But if you disturb it like this, the result will be the sa... just more violent. More chaotic. More destructive."

Riven’s fingers tightened together.

Razeal looked at him with a slow, lazy smile.

One ear in, one ear out.

"I hear your plea," Razeal said with a shrug. "But no i would like to reject it. I’ll do whatever I want. I’m not a puppet of soone as i think my before actions make it clear to you.."

His smirk widened, intentional irritation flowing through each word.

Riven clenched his jaw for a mont.

"Fate has started to shift..." he finally said, his tone now low, almost grim. "Did you saw that woman who was standing outside this tavern? With snakes instead of hair’s? Only you could see her no one else. She looked like a ghost. Do you know she’s like that because of you?"

Razeal’s eyes narrowed instantly. He rembered the mont earlier the blurry figure, the hair moving like serpents, the sense of death clinging to her. At the ti he had assud it was just hallucinations... side-effects of his amplified vampiric emotions and headache.

"What about it?" he asked calmly, though his voice had a colder edge.

Riven stared at him, shocked he wasn’t more disturbed.

"She’s the Sea Lord of the Second Sea," Riven said. "She died because of you."

Razeal’s brows drew slightly together, but he still didn’t give much reaction.

"Because of you, your mother ca here to Atlantis to find you.. which she was never supposed to. And because she ca... the Second Sea Lord died."

Riven’s voice tightened with frustration.

"And?" Razeal replied imdiately, eyes half-lidded. "Why should I care?"

Riven stared at him.. before he forced himself to continue.

"She didn’t pass on," Riven said slowly. "Her spirit is stuck in this world. Not traveling to the outerlife. Not being judged. Not entering reincarnation. She’s trapped between life and death. This isn’t normal. Souls don’t get stuck like that unless sothing has catastrophically gone wrong with the flow of fate."

He leaned forward.

"She was supposed to be in your future. She was supposed to be your companion... save your life later... a key piece of your destiny. But now she’s dead wrongly, prematurely.. and because of that, she didn’t move on."

"What do you think is going to happen next, Razeal? The world is starting to warp around your choices."

Razeal remained quiet, his expression unreadable.

But inside.. deep inside his head his thoughts moved..

His mother ca here?

After all he wrote?

After telling her not to co?

So she ignored his letter?

Or did she co because she read it?

The thought stabbed him. For a mont, a violent wave of suppressed emotion punched against his ribs, but he swallowed it down instantly. Nothing on his face moved.

He kept that stillness like a mask.

Even so, the tiniest frown creased his forehead.. then vanished.

Riven noticed it... but said nothing.

Razeal finally took a slow breath and shrugged.

"I don’t see why I should be concerned," he said, voice flat again. "I said I don’t care."

He turned his eyes back at Riven, expression calm, almost bored.

"Anyone’s death that happens.. it’s not on , Riven. It’s on you. Or whoever made this fate or destiny plan. Take those responsibilities for yourself. They aren’t mine. Stop trying to throw them on ."

Razeal’s voice sharpened.

"They aren’t mine. And I’m never going to care about this shit."

His eyes were cold crimson slits now, staring at Riven like he was an annoying noise in the background.

"You aren’t understanding," Riven said, rubbing his temples as if he was speaking to the most stubborn being in all existence. "Really, this isn’t about you or ... or right or wrong. And stop calling it like fate or destiny is sothing bad... or sothing being an to you. Please don’t. This is just a force that no one can escape. Even we as gods if you think we’re being selfish.. no, stop that. We aren’t."

He sighed again, heavier this ti, looking genuinely tired.

"This is called cosmic necessity," he continued, voice calr, more patient. "It is the law that binds all laws of motion. All living, all decaying... everything. Even I, one of the three Supre Lords I can’t go against it. Nor can any other being. No force in the world can. So stop thinking we’re manipulating you, or planning things behind your back. This isn’t so punishnt. It’s the structure that makes very freedom possible."

Razeal raised an eyebrow slightly but still looked thoroughly unimpressed.

Riven kept talking anyway.

"Without limitation, there is no direction," he said slowly. "And without direction... nothing becos aningful."

He pointed a finger at Razeal as if lecturing a child who refused to listen.

"Do not wish events to happen the way you want them to. Wish them to happen as they do, and your life will flow well. That is cosmic necessity. It isn’t resignation it’s alignnt. It isn’t cruelty it’s a womb. Because within these limitations, infinity learns to play."

Riven held his hand over his chest.

"The highest freedom isn’t outside the chain of cosmic necessity... it’s within it."

He nodded to himself, proud of this explanation.

But

Razeal opened his mouth.

And with the flattest tone imaginable, he said:

"Blahhh blahhh blahhh bullshit whatever."

He waved his hand in the air like he was shooing away a fly. The level of disrespect was astronomical.

Riven stared at him.

Just stared.

His eye twitched.

He genuinely wondered deep in his cosmic soul why he even tried.

Razeal didn’t stop there. He turned his head away dramatically, put one hand over his face, and literally sighed loud as fuck, like Riven’s words had physically hurt him.

It was obvious: he didn’t listen to a single thing.

Riven inhaled sharply through his nose and then stopped himself before he exploded. He slowly shook his head... the disappointnt of a cosmic parent dealing with a chaotic child.

"Fine," Riven said quietly. "I get it. You’re in your rebellious period."

Razeal snorted.

"But let tell you one thing you are wrong about," Riven continued, standing straighter now. "Playing with fate doesn’t matter. Trying to change it doesn’t matter. You think interfering with people who are tied to destiny is going to change the destiny? No."

He leaned forward.

"It doesn’t work like that."

He paced slightly, hands behind his back.

"For example, if you’re thinking that killing Areon.. the chosen one would change everything... then no. First of all, that’s impossible. But even if you did sohow manage to do it... that wouldn’t stop anything. Another chosen one would appear. Fate doesn’t collapse.. it redirects."

He turned sharply and pointed at Razeal.

"If a chosen one refuses their destiny that maybe can shift the path. But you trying to forcefully twist things? That won’t."

His eyes glimred with sothing dark and knowing.

"Just like how your own end is written."

Razeal looked up slowly, interest piqued.

Riven smirked slightly.

"Want to tell you how your end is supposed to happen?"

There was a sharp, amused glint in his eyes a god offering a spoiler to the protagonist.

Razeal didn’t hesitate.

"To be sealed... by all the world’s power combined?" he said casually, as if telling Riven he already knew the plot twist.

But Riven smiled wider... and shook his head.

"No."

A long pause followed.

"That will happen before your end. But your true end? The real one?" Riven leaned forward, his face only inches away from Razeal’s. "Your end is to be killed by the person who loves you the most."

Silence.

A thick, heavy silence fell across the room.

Even the air felt colder.

Razeal’s expression barely changed... but sothing rang in his head. A small, sharp pull. An uncomfortable pressure. Not fear not sadness. Sothing else. Sothing he didn’t want to na.

Riven continued softly.

"I don’t know how you know the sealing part. But now you know your real end. Interesting, isn’t it?"

Razeal didn’t react at first. He just stared at Riven, his crimson eyes duller, unreadable... but deeper. Sothing was turning in his head. Turning fast.

He frowned slightly.. just slightly without aning to.

Because this wasn’t in the novel he read.

The novel ended at him being sealed.

So...

There was more?

More he didn’t know..

More he couldn’t predict.

More beyond what he believed was the "script."

Which ant

The world wasn’t fu)y bound by the book.

And neither was he.

His thoughts ran quietly, deeper than he expected.

He hated destiny, fate, plans, expectations he hated being told what he had to beco.

But being told he would be killed by the person who loved him the most?

That tangled sothing inside him.

Loved him?

Who?

Who would even?

And even if they did

He smirked slowly, lifting his eyes to et Riven’s.

Because he understood sothing.

Only the person who loves him the most can kill him.

Which ans...

If the person chooses not to kill him.. he won’t die.

A loophole.

A crack.

An escape.

Razeal’s smirk widened.

So... destiny can be twisted after all.

He looked directly into Riven’s eyes now, calm and calculating.

"Riven.. if what you said is true.. then.. if that person choose not to kill .. Will i die? And fate be changed?.. I an you said Choosen one if said he won’t do it.. it can be shifted it will too right?.. I an you said whoever loves the most.."

He left the rest hanging, looking right into Riven’s stupid face, waiting.

Riven, standing there like he carried the whole universe on his shoulders, tilted his head the slightest bit. Almost pitying. Almost mocking. His voice ca in that annoying tone he used every ti he thought mortals were dumb:

"Yea.. fate will... have to shift.. But do you really think that can happen? It’s impossible.. do you think choosen one gets choosen by itself? its impossible for him not to do what he has to.. and he will.. just like the person who loves you. its inevitable.."

That sarcastic face of his.. gods, Razeal wanted to punch it. Mortals won’t understand... mortals won’t understand... Riven always had that sa aura like he was explaining alphabets to a toddler. Razeal’s eyebrow twitched.

"Yeah yeah sure.. But.. Its easy there.. No one loves .. I an if i was what i supposed to be.. wasn’t i a bad person? who gonna love ?" Razeal shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever, even raising both of his palms a little. "and even if soone did.. Would soone kill soone who they love the most? its more like.. they love the least.. just so fraction of it.. but since there was no competition to there be.. They just won the race...."

He scoffed, lips curving in that lazy, sarcastic half-smile of his. "I an it wasn’t race’s fault.. its just the participants that ran in that race were just shit.. so Obviously there love wasn’t that.. great to begins with.. so they can kill ."

The way he said it like explaining basic maths made Riven’s whole face twist in pure disgust.

Razeal didn’t care. He just continued, raising one eyebrow as he leaned back on his bed lazily:

"All i have to do is.. make soone fell in love with ... or find who loves the most and make it impossible to.. kill .. Solved."

He looked right at Riven again, smug, calm, eyes narrowed with silent challenge.

Riven stared back like he’d just heard the most offensive sentence in his existence. Complete horror. Disgust. Shock. As if Razeal had said the nastiest, most immoral plan he had ever heard even though Riven himself had done far worse things. Hypocritical god.

His lips parted, wanting to say sothing insult him, slap him with morals, whatever but then Riven just closed his mouth, shook his head slowly, and said only:

"sure.."

And just like that, he vanished out of the room.

Razeal didn’t even flinch at the disappearance. He just blinked once, then sat up more properly on his bed, legs dangling off the edge. His fingers played with a loose thread on the sheet for a mont as his mind processed everything.

Well... normally he wouldn’t give a single shit about fate. About destiny. About cosmic nonsense. But Riven’s words... yeah, they were interesting. They cracked open a door in his mind he didn’t know existed. Not because he feared death. No. But because Riven said:

"Whoever loves you the most."

And that was amusing. That was genuinely fun to think about.

He leaned back on his hands, staring at the ceiling, a small smirk creeping onto his lips. "Maybe he can play this ga.. now.. It seems just so fun.."

His mind was swirling with possibilities chess pieces and strings and maybe a thousand different routes that led to sothing entirely different than what the gods expected. Riven’s annoyance, his fear, his shock yeah, that fed Razeal’s mood more than anything.

He was still thinking deeply, eyes unfocused, when

Knock.

A sudden sharp tapping sound hit his door.

He didn’t react for a second, still caught between amusent and thought, but his senses sharpened imdiately. His eyes narrowed slightly. His posture straightened. Then he slowly turned his head toward the door, listening.

Soone was knocking.

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While far, far away... sowhere Razeal couldn’t see

Riven reappeared on top of a snowy mountain.

A freezing wind swept around him, carrying white powder over the edges and cliffs. The world here was silent, untouched, cold just the way Riven liked when he wanted to think.

But right now even the cold wasn’t calming him.

He stood there, hands hanging uselessly at his sides, brows tightly furrowed. Sothing felt wrong inside him.. very wrong.

"What happened to Razeal..." He whispered to the empty wind, eyes narrowed. A deep frown cut across his usually calm, mocking face.

He replayed everything the tone, the aura, the energy Razeal had around him today. Sothing was different. Sothing so obvious that even a god couldn’t pretend to ignore it.

"He was totally looking like a different person today..." Riven muttered, staring at nothing.

"Even his face... even that was different. Increased... sharper... like he was rewritten."

And then the strength.

The strength that suddenly felt like a growing shadow under his feet.

Riven clenched his jaw. He hadn’t said it earlier in front of Razeal but sothing had shifted. Sothing deep in that kid’s existence. Sothing Riven couldn’t fully see through. His divine senses were picking up contradictions, distortions, like reality itself glitched around Razeal.

"And his strength... that has just been increased so ridiculously..."

He didn’t show it earlier, but it bothered him. It bothered him a lot. Gods like him could sense when sothing unnatural occurred but this wasn’t simply unnatural. It was wrong. Out of script. Out of cosmic authority.

He lifted his head, staring into the vast stretch of icy horizon.

"He wasn’t even feeling human to ... more like he beca sothing different..."

He whispered that truth finally, letting it sit in the cold air.

Sothing different. Sothing unknown. Sothing that even the supre gods didn’t fully understand.

His fingers curled slowly, cold wind swirling around him, as he made a decision.

"I should talk to those two about this..."

He didn’t want to. But he had to. Because whatever happened to Razeal today... wasn’t supposed to happen.

Riven took in a breath, eyes deepening, expression serious like stone. One last glance toward the mountains, then..

He vanished.

With heavy, deep, tangled thoughts pressing in his divine mind.

Whatever Razeal had beco...

It wasn’t good

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