I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Devil’s
“Wanna sleep with me?”

At the sudden words of this devilish-looking woman, Razeal froze in place, completely speechless. For a moment, his brain just.. Stopped. The way she said it ..so casual, so direct made him pause, unsure if this was some kind of demonic joke or an actual invitation.

This was definitely a first for him. So much that he didn’t even know what kind of reply he should have.. Afterall he was just a cute and naive kid from world of nic

But

Before the woman standing before him could say another word, another voice came.

“Nooo, this human is mine to takeee! First give him to me, Delina!”

The second voice was just as sexy and seductive, echoing from somewhere behind the first woman who had invited Razeal for rather interesting things. It rolled like dark velvet, teasing and full of playful malice.

The woman named Delina, who had her face turned toward Razeal with that seductive look in her eyes, widened her smile slightly the corners of her lips twitching upwards into a sharper, more dangerous curve. Her glossy black nails traced lazily along her jawline as she turned her head slowly toward the voice, hair spilling down like a curtain of shadow.

Razeal tilted his head, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he looked toward the new arrival. Out of another neighboring castle.. a monstrous, baroque structure built of black stone and lined with blood-red carvings stepped another woman.

She was tall, her long legs moving with the slow, deliberate sway of a predator. She wore even less than the first woman, what little fabric there was clinging to her body like smoke, revealing pale, flawless skin streaked faintly with crimson tattoos. Her presence was bold, brazen, a direct challenge to Delina. Razeal couldn’t help but note.. flat.

The second woman’s lips parted into a slow, teasing smile.

“I saw him first, so he is mine,” Delina said, her voice as sweet as poison dripping from a dagger.

“Who cares about that? The thing to be care about is that.. I am more sexier and hot than you,” the other woman replied immediately, her voice like a whip crack. “So.. he can have better fun with you Why not let him…”

The tension between them was thick and electric. Their voices cut through the heavy air like blades.

Delina’s smile sharpened.

“Sexier my asshole. Nothing in front nor in back. Even a imps outside blunderies wouldn’t want to put his head in those hard legs of yours. Stay in your place.. you disgusting whore.”

Her tone remained soft, sweet even, as though flowers were spilling from her mouth but the words themselves were knives dipped in acid.

The woman walking before her almost glowed her eyes red, the crimson light flaring for a second like a warning flame. Her seductive smile didn’t falter.

“At least I am not a slut who puts everything that moves in herself whatever and whenever she sees,” she said slowly, her hips swaying with each word. “This mortal with intoxicating presence… he’s still a virgin. Let me have it. At least that be deserving for him.”

Her voice was like velvet dragging over steel.

Razeal’s expression twitched just slightly at that word.. virgin.

The woman’s body moved like sin itself, every step an invitation, every breath deliberate. Her presence was heavy, heady, and hot, as if it could melt the iron beneath their feet. Any ordinary mortal would have collapsed under that gaze already, consumed by lust and terror.

But Razeal was not ordinary ofcourse.

Both women had sweet, devilish smiles on their faces as they sarcastically humiliated each other. Their smiles didn’t waver. Their eyes stayed locked on each other’s, glittering with venom and amusement alike.

If it had been any other women, they would have been screaming by now, clawing at each other’s throats. But these two? They seemed to enjoy it, their insults like a twisted form of affection, a demonic version of flirting.

Still, beneath the surface of their mockery, the truth remained clear: they were fighting over who was going to take this boy for themselves.

[So embarissing host… she called you Virgin.]

The system’s voice rang in his head, accompanied by a short burst of static-like laughter.

Razeal didn’t react outwardly. His face remained neutral, His eyes calm and unreadable. Internally, though, his mind churned.

Why are they acting like this?

Do they find humans tasty? Lustful? Is it because of my face? Or maybe… are there no men here? Are they just desperate?

The behavior seemed bizarre to him.

This wasn’t what he had been expecting when he entered Hell. He had thought the demons would be vicious, cruel, and bloodthirsty.. not this friendly. Certainly not this interested.

He stood with his hands loosely at his sides, watching them bicker. His shadow wings twitched faintly behind him. The red sky above flickered with lightning, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked marble street.

The demonesses’ bodies shimmered faintly with heat, their steps leaving faint scorch marks on the stone. The air smelled of smoke, iron, and sweet, cloying perfume.

[Ohh now I think about it… you seem to be virgin in your past lifetime too.. right host?]

The system’s voice came again, thoughtful and irritatingly cheerful.

[Doesn’t this depress you? Wait should I add this in status window for you too? Might as well become shame and motivation for you to found a better mate… start reproduction… and start you..]

“Shut up, Villey,” Razeal muttered in his head impatiently, brushing aside the system’s usual teasing tone. His dark eyes didn’t move from the two demonesses still bickering a few steps away. Tell me what are these? I mean, they aren’t imps, right or just ones With humanoid skin? And they definitely don’t seem to be looking smart enough to be the main villain here or anyone important.

His tone was flat, but there was the faintest edge of irritation beneath it.. not toward the demonesses, but toward the system that wouldn’t stop its nonsense moments earlier.

He didn’t care about that “virgin” comment.

Really, he didn’t.

Things like that didn’t matter to him. If he wanted to lose it, he could have done so long ago easily, without effort. It wasn’t like women were a problem for him. But Razeal had long accepted that lust was a man’s greatest weakness, the single thread that could unravel even the strongest will. And he wasn’t going to let that thread wrap around him.

Lust blinds men, he knew. It makes men foolish, predictable, desperate. And Razeal wasn’t about to let himself become any of those things not now, not ever. So he didn’t bother reacting to the ridiculous bickering of the demonesses, nor the system’s idiotic taunting.

He stood there calmly, his expression unreadable.

The air around him shimmered faintly, rippling with the faint heat of Hell’s crimson sky. Even the ground beneath his boots was alive ..breathing, pulsing, as if made from molten veins beneath marble. The scent of sulfur and burnt roses lingered faintly around, strange but oddly fitting.

A faint static hum passed through his mind, and then the system’s voice returned, quieter this time measured, almost studious.

[Don’t misunderstand from their looks, Host… these aren’t just some everyday beings in Hell. They are the beings called Devils.. the Greater Demons.]

“Ohhh?” Razeal’s brows lifted slightly. “What’s the difference? I thought that’s all the same.. demon and devil.”

[There is a vast difference, Host.]

The system’s tone sharpened, the hollow, echoing voice filling his mind as though lecturing from the depths of an ancient archive.

[A demon is a lesser evil spirit.. often a servant, minion, or the living manifestation of darkness, chaos, or sin. Demons vary: some are mindless beasts of destruction.]

Razeal listened silently, arms crossing over his chest, as the air shifted slightly.. Remembering those imps he saw when coming here.

[At the very bottom of the hierarchy lie Imps crawlers, parasites, the mindless scum that make up nearly all of Hell’s population. Above them, the Lesser Demons raw emotions made flesh: rage, hunger, envy. They obey stronger wills but often tear each other apart, ruled by nothing more than instinct.]

[Then come the Fiends.. or Mid Demons. These have intellect, enough to plot, deceive, to lead their lesser kin. They begin to understand sin as power, learning to corrupt rather than destroy. Most of them crave ascension, fighting and bargaining to crawl upward in the hierarchy.]

The voice of the system grew deeper, the hum of static almost rhythmic.

[And after them… the Greater Demons.]

[These beings.. after awakening take on the title of Devil. They are far superior to demons, intelligent, cunning, wielding high sorcery and dark knowledge. They hold the power to form contracts and manipulate souls. These are ancient creatures. No one is born a Greater Demon. One must become one. Through recognition, through devouring, through rituals, or other paths unknown to mortals.]

Razeal’s gaze turned back toward the two women still standing in front of him.. the very same ones still glaring daggers at each other, their seductive smiles sharper than blades.

The way they looked at each other eyes narrowed, lips twitching could have been mistaken for flirtation if not for the killing intent faintly shimmering beneath their skin. The air itself between them was dense, almost vibrating from the tension of their presence.. Thought it wasn’t looking much impressive to him.. Just seemed so so…

[They hold immense power and knowledge in Hell,] the system continued. [Also called the High-Ranking Demons. But make no mistake “Devil” isn’t a separate species. It’s a title, a mark of ascension. All devils are demons… but not all demons are devils.]

Razeal smirked faintly, brushing his thumb along his chin as he processed that. ..So… a devil’s like a noble, huh? The highest class?

[Something like that, Host.]

I see.

He shifted his stance, As he studied the two so-called devils. The first one, Delina, had that look of practiced seduction the kind of smile that had destroyed empires. The other, the tall and brazen one, was pure provocation, confidence in physical form.

Razeal couldn’t help but wonder if these were “the smartest” beings in Hell, as Villey claimed, why were they acting like spoiled, lust-starved children arguing over candy?

I see. So you mean these beings are supposed to be the smartest ones in Hell?” Razeal asked quietly, his tone lined with dry amusement. “Is that right?

[I mean, Host… these are unimaginably old beings. They’ve lived in this environment for eons, where morals and values are either twisted or non-existent. Their actions follow no human standard. They’ve transcended it.]

[Think about it.. if you lived for hundreds of thousands of years in the same place, surrounded by death and desire, unable to die, what would that do to you?]

The question lingered, and for once, Razeal didn’t interrupt.

[This is what it means to exist in Hell. They don’t age. They don’t change. They adapt by indulging in what’s left.. lust, hunger, dominance. The longer they exist, the more primal they become, even as their minds sharpen beyond mortal comprehension. They are the perfect contradiction brilliant, yet depraved. Elegant, yet monstrous.]

[So don’t look at them with mortal eyes, Host. Devils and demons aren’t bound by your world’s ideas of good or evil. They are beings born from chaos itself. temptation given form, greed with a face. They act by instinct, by whim. They don’t need a reason. They are just superior beings then humans.. That’s all you should know..In simple words.]

“Still looking this cheap?” Razeal muttered under his breath, his eyes flicking toward the two demonesses, still bickering with that seductive grin plastered across their faces. “And so… offering?”

He tilted his head slightly, a faint crease forming on his brow as he continued in a quieter voice. “I thought superior beings would look down on humans.. not throw themselves like this.”

His tone wasn’t judgmental just confused, even mildly annoyed. After everything he’d seen, after what the system told him about these beings being so high and powerful, the scene before him looked more like some twisted joke.

Razeal exhaled softly through his nose, rubbing his temple. “Not to say… you said these are superior beings, right?” he murmured in his head, his gaze still locked on the two devils circling each other like predators in heat. “This doesn’t exactly fit the picture.”

The system responded immediately.. its tone uncharacteristically calm and informative, the hollow echo in its voice mixing faintly with the flickering sound of the infernal winds around them.

[They are, Host. Very much superior… and very picky.]

The words lingered for a moment, before the system continued.

[Not everyone.. or anyone can make them show such favor. Most of the time, if a mortal even dares to look at a demon or devil with lust, the end would be far worse than death. To a devil, pride is law. They do not bend unless they choose to.]

Razeal smirked faintly, the corner of his lip twitching upward in quiet amusement. “So, you mean I’m just special then?”

[That would be one way to describe it.]

“Well, can’t argue with that.” He shrugged, his smirk widening slightly before fading again. His tone carried that familiar mix of arrogance and calm acceptance the confidence of someone who didn’t brag because he didn’t need to.

The two devils before him still hadn’t stopped their sultry little argument. Their voices echoed faintly through the molten air, sharp as glass and smooth as honey. He didn’t bother listening. Instead, he turned his focus back to the system.

“Oh, also,” he said, his tone shifting to something genuinely curious, “so are these beings the peak of Hell? Or is there a rank or stage above them?”

There was a soft hum in his head before the system replied.

[Yes, Host. Above the Greater Demons.. there are the Archdemons.]

[They are the very pillars of Hell. The highest of the high. Their existence defines the structure of the infernal world. Each Archdemon embodies a fundamental sin.. a concept so ancient and absolute that even the oldest devils bow to it. They are not mere rulers, but incarnations of their domain.]

[They are born from sin and darkness itself ..not through birth or ascension, but through manifestation. They are Hell. Its essence. Its foundation.]

Razeal’s expression didn’t change much, but there was a glint of genuine intrigue in his eyes.

“…Sounds interesting to me,” he murmured. “I wonder what rank they’re on.”

He didn’t say more. He didn’t need to. But in his mind, he was already connecting the dots strength, hierarchy, essence. The world of Hell wasn’t chaotic; it was structured, defined by rules so deeply rooted they bordered on divine order.

He folded his arms and looked around, taking in the flickering horizon. It was strange the deeper he went into this infernal world, the more alive it felt. The ground itself breathed. The air tasted like energ heat and sin mixed together. And yet, he felt nothing but calm.

—

Far, far beyond Razeal’s location Hundreds of thousands of miles across Hell’s crimson expanse …another presence stirred.

The sky trembled faintly, as if the world itself recognized a ripple in its essence.

Six colossal silhouettes hovered in the air ..six beings draped in the purest black, so dense it swallowed light whole. They were shapeless, their forms obscured, shrouded entirely in darkness that twisted and moved like smoke given life.

Their very presence warped the atmosphere sound faded, time slowed, and even the molten rivers below their feet calmed, as though Hell itself bowed in their presence.

Each of these six figures radiated power that was impossible to define. It wasn’t just evil it was something older, deeper. It was the weight of existence itself.

Their unseen gazes were all turned in one direction.. toward the far-off lands where Razeal stood.

“What is this new presence?” one asked, its voice low and hoarse, vibrating through the air like a storm rumbling through the earth.

Another spoke, her tone soft and eerily melodic, the kind of voice that could lull even gods into madness. “I do not know… but it feels soothing. Attracting. Familiar…”

There was a pause a silence heavy enough to crush a weaker being.

“It resonates,” she continued. “As if it were born of darkness itself. Or perhaps… made from the same evil energies as us if not superior.”

Her words made the air around them pulse with faint crimson light.

“Whatever that being is,” said another voice older, deeper, like the sound of molten stone cracking. “It feels… the same. Like us.”

“That’s impossible,” a fourth voice cut in sharply, filled with venomous certainty. “We are the Original Sins. Do not speak nonsense.”

But the others didn’t seem so sure. Their silence long and thoughtful.. carried its own kind of unease.

“I agree,” another whispered eventually, her voice trembling faintly, not from fear, but something else curiosity. “We would know if another of our kind existed… yet this feeling..”

“is different,” the first completed the thought. “Weak, yes, but distinct. Singular. and.. Intoxicating.”

None of them could deny it.

Even though Razeal’s presence was faint compared to theirs, it was unique. Something about it drew them in. It wasn’t the kind of power that demanded obedience… it was something subtler, deeper, something that called to the oldest parts of them.

“We would have sought the truth,” one of the shadows murmured finally. “If only he had appeared somewhere else.”

The others turned slightly toward her.

“Such a shame…” she continued, her tone heavy with disappointment, “that he had to appear in the territory of Pride.”

A ripple of low, contemptuous laughter passed among them.. six beings united in the same dark amusement.

“If not for that,” said one, “we could have gone there ourselves.”

“Pride might let us,” another suggested faintly, though her tone held no confidence. “Perhaps he’ll discuss it with us?”

The reaction was immediate ..all five of the others turned toward her, their combined presence pressing like a storm.

“That guy would never,” they said in unison, their voices overlapping.. a hiss of rage and certainty that made the air itself tremble.

The flames below flickered out for a brief second, as if even Hell feared to burn in that moment.

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