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

Chapter 517: The Dimension Eye

"The second reason..." His voice became colder. "...was to give me his weapon of destruction."

The moment those words left his mouth, every World Regent’s expression changed again. Some blinked in confusion, as if they had not expected such an answer at all. Others immediately raised their eyebrows in pure surprise. A few simply stared at Razeal with narrowed eyes, trying to understand whether they had heard correctly. A Supreme God had caused a disaster across the Empire, manipulated portals, distracted Nerrisa, endangered countless lives, and allowed Emperor-rank monsters to enter the realm... partly to give him a weapon? The idea didn’t made much sense.

"A weapon of destruction?" Nerrisa repeated finally, one platinum eyebrow slowly rising as genuine confusion entered her voice. The words themselves already sounded strange enough, but after everything Razeal had explained, she could tell there was something much deeper hidden behind them.

Razeal gave a slow nod before letting out a tired sigh, his expression carrying the same unpleasant feeling that always appeared whenever he remembered that day.

"Yes. A weapon of destruction," he confirmed. "It seems he had already perceived that somehow, one way or another, I would return to Nancy again... and that I would save her." Razeal’s eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back over it.

"Actually, looking back at everything, it almost feels as though he didn’t want anyone else to save her. He wanted it to be me and only me." His voice became quieter, more thoughtful.

"And at that time... he was using that weapon himself by whatever merhods and he wanted me to take it." A faint disgust appeared upon his face.

"I was completely against taking it. I actually knew about it beforehand and I had already decided that no matter what he said, no matter what he offered, I wouldn’t accept anything from him. Especially not something like that is binded with my fate.. Not to say anyone wouldn’t take thing which your enemy is handing."

"But after seeing what that weapon could do while it was in his hands... I couldn’t leave it with him." His eyes became darker.

"Even if I never intended to use it myself. Even if I planned to throw it somewhere forgotten and never touch it again. I simply couldn’t accept the idea of him continuing to possess it." The bitter expression upon his face deepened.

"Maybe that was part of his plan too. Maybe everything he did around the Empire was not only to distract you from Nancy... maybe it was also to show me exactly how dangerous that weapon could become in his hands. To make me understand that if I refused it, then he would simply keep using it." Razeal gave a humorless smile.

"So in the end... I was forced to take it without him ever truly forcing me. He created the situation, showed me what would happen if I left it with him, and then allowed me to make the decision myself." His smile disappeared almost immediately. Even now, remembering it left a terrible feeling inside him. Ever since that day, Razeal had carried the uncomfortable suspicion that Riven had manipulated him perfectly. He hated admitting it, but there had truly been no good choice. Leaving such a thing with Riven was impossible. Razeal would rather bury it beneath some forgotten corner of the world for eternity than allow that smiling bastard to continue holding it. Who knew what that motherfucker might do next if given another chance?

The moment Razeal finished speaking, Nerrisa’s platinum eyes narrowed sharply. She was not alone. Almost every World Regent around the table reacted at nearly the same instant. Some of them remained outwardly still, yet deep inside, their hearts suddenly thumped harder. A strange idea had appeared in several minds at once, wild enough that none wanted to immediately believe it, yet every word Razeal had spoken seemed to point toward the same conclusion. A weapon of destruction...? A weapon with capabilities terrifying enough that Razeal had felt he could not leave it in the hands of the Preserver.

A weapon the Preserver himself had been using during the disaster around the Empire. A weapon somehow connected to those countless portals, gates, and dimensional rifts. The entire discussion had begun because they wanted to understand exactly how those portals had been manipulated in the first place.

Now the pieces were suddenly beginning to fit together so perfectly that it became frightening. Elven Queen Elessa’s eyes widened as she stared toward Razeal. Even her calm expression finally broke slightly, and when she spoke, her voice carried a rare uncertainty.

"You... you don’t mean that weapon was..." Her words faded before she could finish them. Her lips had become slightly dry, and a faint chill ran across her skin as the thought fully formed inside her mind. Are we really that close? Around the table, the other Regents were clearly thinking the same thing. If Razeal had taken that weapon because he could not leave it with the Preserver... and if the Preserver had used that weapon during the incident around the Empire... then did that mean the very thing they had spent countless years searching for had been sitting in Razeal’s possession this entire time? Their gazes snapped toward him, filled with shock, disbelief, and a rapidly growing excitement that even beings as old and composed as them struggled to hide.

Razeal looked around the table and immediately understood that there was little point making them guess any longer. These people were far too sharp. They had already reached the answer on their own. His expression slowly became calm again as he turned toward Elessa and gave a small nod.

"Yes," he said. One simple word immediately tightened the entire atmosphere. Then he continued, his voice steady and clear.

"The Preserver cannot control or manipulate portals, gates, dimensional rifts, or dimensional cracks by himself. At least, as far as I am aware, he possesses no natural authority or ability that allows him to do that." Every Regent remained completely still.

"What happened around the Empire..." Razeal continued, "...was done using that weapon."

For a second, there was no reaction at all. Then it seemed as though the entire council inhaled together. Several Regents slowly drew in deep breaths, their faces becoming more serious than Razeal had seen at any point since entering the Sovereign Hall.

The truth had finally been placed directly before them. The mystery they had been trying to solve for years the possibility that dimensional gates could be controlled, manipulated, directed, perhaps even stopped was no longer merely a theory. The thing capable of doing it actually existed.

"And you said..." Lucian suddenly spoke before anyone else could even fully absorb the revelation, his normally calm voice carrying an impatience that had been almost completely absent from him until now, "...you have it?"

He leaned forward slightly upon his throne, his sharp eyes locking directly onto Razeal. Of everyone sitting around the World Table, perhaps no one had more reason to react this strongly than the Continental Commander. Dimensional gates and rifts were not merely another world problem to Lucian. They were the reason the Wasteland Continent had become what it was. Entire regions had been swallowed by monsters. Cities existed behind enormous walls because outside them waited endless death.

The White Standards under Lucian’s command had managed to push the monsters back and preserve what remained of civilization, but the pressure never truly ended. Every new gate meant more enemies. Every dimensional rupture meant another battlefield. Every day brought another chance that something powerful enough to break their defenses would emerge. For Lucian, the portals were not some distant danger written inside reports. They were the enemy his continent had been fighting for generations. And now, sitting only several meters away from him, was a person claiming to possess the very thing capable of manipulating them. His impatience was completely understandable.

The other Regents did not waste much time thinking either. Their gazes immediately returned to Razeal, some so intense that it almost felt as though they were trying to see straight through him. The earlier caution toward his destiny had not disappeared, but for this moment it had been pushed aside by something much larger. Hope. Curiosity. Fear. Possibility. If what he possessed could truly manipulate dimensional rifts, then perhaps for the first time in centuries there existed a path toward solving the greatest disaster facing their world.

Razeal looked at all those impatient eyes and simply gave another small shrug, as though confirming the location of an ordinary object rather than something capable of changing the fate of civilization itself.

"Yes," he answered calmly. "I have it."

That simple confirmation sent another silent wave through the Sovereign Hall. Several Regents took another slow breath. Some unconsciously leaned forward. Others stared at Razeal without blinking, their minds already racing through possibilities. Knowing the weapon existed had been shocking enough. Knowing that it was currently sitting in the possession of the young man directly before them made the entire matter suddenly real.

For a few seconds, Razeal remained completely silent, his dark eyes moving slowly across the faces gathered around the World Table. Many people would probably call him foolish for revealing something this deep, something this dangerous, something that should have remained hidden even from the strongest beings in the world.

But honestly... Razeal did not care. It was not because he trusted these people. He did not. He had known most of them for barely any time at all, and trust was not something he handed out simply because someone sat upon an important throne.

The reason was much simpler. Hiding the Dimension Eye gave him almost nothing. In fact, revealing it might actually give him a better future. A more profitable one. Because the truth was... Razeal did not even want the damned thing. If anything, he genuinely wanted somebody else to take it from him. Riven and the gods were obvious exceptions he would rather throw the Dimension Eye into some forgotten abyss than let it return to their hands but every person sitting inside this hall currently stood against the very future fate and the gods seemed to be pushing toward. That alone made them possible candidates in Razeal’s mind. If even one of them could somehow accept the Dimension Eye, then Razeal would gladly hand it over.

Yes, it was an EX-rank artifact, something even Riven himself had claimed no one else should be able to properly accept, but Razeal had no reason not to try. Someone becoming stronger than him because of it? He did not care. There were already countless beings in this world stronger than him. He had his system. He could grow. He could fight. He could survive. Strength was something he could deal with. Fate was different. Fate was something that followed you even when you ran from it.

And the Dimension Eye was tied to his destiny, tied to the path he desperately wanted to escape, and if removing it from himself could weaken even one thread connecting him to that future, then he would happily do it. Even if the person who accepted it later became his enemy, Razeal could fight them then. That possibility did not frighten him nearly as much as remaining trapped inside a destiny he had already rejected.

The only thing that made him hesitate was the possibility that the Dimension Eye itself might corrupt whoever accepted it, filling their thoughts with something twisted, pushing them toward destruction or some strange desire he did not yet understand. That possibility existed. He could not deny it.

Yet even after considering all of it, his expression slowly changed. The uncertainty disappeared from his eyes. A calm determination settled over his face, and then, very slowly, a faint smile of acceptance appeared upon his lips. Fine fuck it all.

And so.. Without asking anyone’s permission and without hesitating for even another second, Razeal brought out the Dimension Eye.

The change inside the Sovereign Hall was immediate.

Just an arm’s length away from Razeal, something dark slowly appeared in empty space. At first it looked like a tiny tear of absolute blackness, deeper than shadow and darker than anything naturally possible, but then that darkness expanded and took shape until an enormous eye-like form floated silently beside his throne. It was not made of flesh. It did not possess veins, skin, or any ordinary physical structure. It looked instead like a section of infinite space had been cut from somewhere beyond reality and compressed into the shape of an eye. Within its deep black surface, countless tiny points of brilliant white light sparkled silently, resembling stars scattered across an endless night. Some looked near.

Others seemed impossibly distant. And the longer anyone stared into it, the more difficult it became to understand how something so small could feel so vast. One glance was enough to create the horrifying sensation that they were not looking at an object at all, but staring directly into an infinite expanse with no beginning and no end. It did not radiate mana. It released no aura. No divine pressure. No killing intent. Nothing.

Yet despite that complete absence of energy, its mere presence somehow made the entire hall feel different. Heavy. Strange. Unstable. As though the laws surrounding it had quietly stepped aside. It floated there without movement or sound, yet every instinct possessed by those seated around the World Table told them that something immeasurably enormous was sealed inside it. Not merely a universe. No... that description felt too small. It felt like an entire reality. An endless structure of dimensions, space, distance, direction, and worlds layered upon one another beyond anything the mortal mind was meant to understand.

Every World Regent looked toward it at the exact same moment.

And then... No one looked away.

A chill passed through the hall.

Not from fear of attack.

Something deeper.

Something almost instinctive.

These were beings who had stood above armies, fought Emperor-rank monsters, faced calamities capable of destroying kingdoms, and lived long enough that very little could still make them feel insignificant. Yet the instant their eyes fell upon the Dimension Eye, something inside every one of them quietly shivered

For perhaps the first time in years, some of them felt small. Truly small. Not weak compared to another person, but small compared to the scale of existence itself. It was as if their souls understood something their minds could not. Their faces changed almost immediately.

Sylvara’s white phoenix-like eyes widened slightly. Aurelion’s crossed arms loosened as his cold gaze sharpened. Lucian leaned forward before even realizing he had moved. The Elven Queen’s calm expression disappeared completely, her eyes reflecting the tiny stars hidden within that darkness. Even Nerrisa, who had maintained her composure through almost everything that had happened in the hall, could no longer keep that relaxed face. Her platinum eyes narrowed, her entire expression becoming deadly serious as she stared at the object floating beside Razeal.

And perhaps no one could blame them.

Every person sitting around this table had spent years, decades, and in some cases all of there lives searching for the cause behind the dimensional catastrophes destroying their world. They had watched portals open without warning. They had seen monsters spill through dimensional cracks. They had lost cities, armies, friends, families, and entire regions because of something they had never been able to understand, predict, or control. The World Council itself had been formed partly because of that endless disaster. And now...

The possible answer to all of it was floating directly in front of them.

No report.

No theory.

No ancient record.

The actual thing.

For several long seconds, the hall became so silent that it almost felt unreal. No Regent spoke. No attendant moved. Even the two sacred knights behind Pope Lucius remained perfectly still, their eyes fixed upon the black eye floating in space. The meaning of what they were seeing was simply too large. If Razeal had spoken the truth... if this thing truly possessed control over dimensional gates, rifts, and portals... then the object before them might very well be the most important thing currently existing in their entire world.

Archmage Valerion was finally the first to manage to speak.

"This..."

His old voice trembled.

The sound alone was enough to show how deeply shaken he was.

"This thing..." he repeated, swallowing slightly as his ancient eyes remained completely fixed upon the floating eye. "...can control the dimensional catastrophes?"

The question was spoken slowly, almost with difficulty, as though even saying it aloud made the possibility feel too real. Yet no one around the table looked toward him. Their gazes remained locked upon the object itself. Every Regent understood the weight hidden inside those few words. Control the dimensional catastrophe. Control the very thing that had haunted their world for generations. Control perhaps the greatest cause of death and destruction across every continent.

Razeal looked toward the old Headmaster for a moment, then turned his own gaze back toward the object floating beside him. His voice became quieter when he answered, almost a whisper compared to the silence surrounding him, yet every person inside the hall heard it clearly.

"Yes."

He paused briefly.

"And this thing is called... The Dimension Eye."

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