I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Calling For Big Backup~
Whatever Nova didn’t press her as it was none of her concern why she did or didn’t still she asked what she was curious about

“Guide her to her destiny.. And what does that mean?” Nova asked.

Her voice was flat so empty of emotion that it was far more frightening than rage.

Her gaze dropped to the man dangling from her grip. Togi’s black, metallic skin reflected the pale light of the frozen land as his body hung limp. His limbs twitched faintly, helpless, restrained not by chains but by the sheer force of Nova’s mental will.

“So… to have her raped directly?,” Nova continued, tone unchanged. “That was the ‘guidance.'”

She tightened her fingers around togis head.

Arabella stared at him as well, her expression dark and grim. The sight of his inhuman body skin like forged metal, veins glowing faintly beneath only confirmed what she already knew.

“I’m afraid so,” Arabella said quietly. Her voice lacked its usual sharpness. “Seeing him alive now who was confirmed dead by my men… I’m certain. He’s behind it.”

Her crimson eyes lifted, burning with a cold fury as realization settled deeper.

“And now,” she added, “I understand why you came looking for Nancy too.”

Nova’s head tilted slightly.

“Huh?” she murmured, prompting Arabella to continue.

“He said something before,” Arabella explained. “That Razeal saved her from a destiny that had already been prepared.”

“And from the way he spoke… it didn’t sound like this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.”

Nova went still.

Arabella turned fully toward her, the pieces finally locking together in her mind.

“He has business with your brother,” Arabella said. “Directly.”

For a heartbeat, everything seemed to pause.

A Supreme God.

Destiny.

Rape, forced upon a girl as if it were some cosmic script.

Razeal.

Nova’s thoughts collided violently, one after another, her mind racing faster than her body ever could.

A god who forces fate.

A god who resurrects the dead to carry it out.

A god who interferes directly with lives without morality, without restraint.

Her face was still cold and expressionless, but her heart pounded.

And then memory.

“He’s in a scarier situation than I am. If not worse.”

Nancy’s words echoed in her head, pulled from Selena’s memories like a blade dragged across her thoughts.

Nova’s eyes widened.

Her body trembled not with fear, but with the sheer weight of possibility.

Is he after my brother?

The thought struck with terrifying clarity.

And once it did, everything else followed.

What if this god hadn’t just targeted Nancy?

What if he’d orchestrated Razeal’s fall as well?

The accusation.

The punishment.

The exile.

The cascade of suffering that tore her brother away from everything he had.

Nova’s lips curved slowly.

A smile appeared.

It was sharp.

Cold.

Terrifying.

“Maybe this wasn’t coincidence at all,” she murmured.

Light flashed briefly in her eyes not mana, but realization.

“I came to see Nancy,” Nova said softly, almost to herself, “and it was the right choice.”

She lifted her gaze, the smile deepening.

“There’s something deeply wrong here.”

Her grip loosened.

Without warning, Nova flung Togi’s body aside.

He crashed into the snow at Areon’s feet with a heavy, metallic thud, his restrained form rolling once before coming to a halt.

Areon stiffened, eyes snapping down to the man.

“Restrain him,” Nova ordered calmly. “Bind him properly And make sure to keep him alive.”

Her eyes flicked toward Togi for a brief moment.

“There will be many uses for him later.”

Areon swallowed hard, nodding.

“And you,” Nova continued, already turning away, “go back and inform Marcella.”

Her voice was sharp now commanding.

“I need reinforcements here. Immediately.”

Areon straightened instinctively as she spoke.

“Tell her to announce a mission to locate Nancy within this portal. Full priority. No delays.”

She turned slightly, eyes narrowing.

“And have eyes on the portal entrance at all times. Anyone who enters or leaves tracked. No exceptions.”

Her gaze hardened.

“This is utmost priority.”

Areon nodded again, more firmly this time.

Nova then turned toward Arabella.

“Whatever is blocking your senses,” she said, “it’s likely him.”

Her voice lowered.

“If you can’t locate your daughter… if her presence feels erased… then that god is probably still here.”

She paused.

“And if he is we need to find Nancy fast,” Nova said. “Before anything happens to her.”

There was no room for debate in her tone.

“And if possible,” she added, “we need to find that Preserver or whatever too.”

Her eyes gleamed faintly.

Arabella’s patience snapped.

“I want my daughter back,” she said coldly. “And I want that so-called god too.”

The ground beneath her feet trembled faintly as her aura surged, vast and oppressive.

“I will not sit still knowing he tried to touch my child again.”

Light flared in her hand.

A platinum emblem appeared ornate, heavy with authority. The crest of a Duke House gleamed upon it.

Without hesitation, Arabella hurled it toward Areon.

He caught it reflexively, eyes widening as he felt the weight of its meaning.

“Go back,” Arabella commanded. “Inform all the Duke Houses.. And even the Imperial Family.”

Her voice rang through the frozen land, sharp and absolute.

“I am formally requesting aid.”

Her eyes burned.

“There is an invader within the Empire.”

“And i want the Dukes to come personally.”

The air seemed to still.

Then, one by one, she spoke the names each one carrying the weight of an entire power bloc.

“Merisa Virelan.”

“Seraphina Faerelith.”

“Maximus Luminus.”

“And if possible,” Arabella added, her voice dropping into something grave and absolute, “request the presence of the Imperial Empress herself.”

Areon stiffened.

His gaze lowered to the platinum Duke Identity Token resting in his palm. The emblem felt heavier than metal heavier than authority. Only a Duke House head could issue such a token, and only one person in the entire empire had the right to bestow that authority in the first place.

The Imperial Empress.

This was no longer a family matter.

This was an imperial crisis now.

Arabella did not pause.

“Recall every free Dragonwevr force,” she continued coldly. “Every unit not stationed at the borders without exception.”

Her crimson eyes burned brighter as she spoke, each word laced with lethal resolve.

“And summon all elders currently sealed in closed training. Wake them. Every last one.. Its time i think people should be aware not to meddle with any dragon.”

The air around her trembled.

“Mark this as a mission of the highest category.”

She clenched her fist.

“I will not be satisfied until that cunt is dead.”

The word carried killing intent so dense it warped the air itself. Arabella’s crimson eyes flared, a dangerous, unrestrained madness glinting within them raw, maternal fury stripped of restraint.

He dared to look at her daughter.

That alone was unforgivable.

“Yes, Mother,” Areon replied immediately.

There was no hesitation in his voice. No argument. No doubt.

He bowed deeply, respect and urgency woven together in his posture. Then he stepped forward, hoisting the unconscious Togi over his shoulder with one arm. With the other, he slid the Duke Identity Token into his storage ring, sealing it away like a loaded weapon.

“I will inform everyone at once,” he said firmly. “Please… find nancy as quickly as possible.”

His jaw tightened.

“I’ll return with reinforcements.”

With that, Areon vanished his form blurring as he shot skyward, carrying both orders and prisoners with him.

Nova, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, finally reacted.

She watched Arabella with open surprise.

All dukes.

All their forces.

Possibly even the Imperial Empress herself.

Her lips slowly curved upward.

A dangerous smile bloomed across her face.

A Duke is a Duke afterall, Nova thought. I didn’t expect her to go this far.

She had only planned to rescue Nancy. Even now, Nova knew full well that sheer numbers would mean nothing against someone capable of overpowering Arabella. Still this level of mobilization changed everything.

Nova crossed her arms and let out a low chuckle.

“You know what?” she said, grinning wildly. “I’m starting to like your style.”

Arabella didn’t even look at her.

“No one touches my daughter,” she replied coldly, “and walks away alive.”

Her voice carried a chill that cut deeper than ice.

She turned sharply toward Nova.

“Lead me to the direction Nancy escaped,” Arabella ordered. “We need to move. Now.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“That bastard could still be nearby.”

She paused, then added, “So stay close.. Ill protect you.”

Nova nodded without hesitation.

The next instant, both women vanished space warping violently as they shot through the frozen forest in a single blink, tearing toward their target.

Far away.

Deep within the forest.

Snow-laden branches creaked under frozen wind as a lone figure sat perched casually atop a massive tree limb.

White hair, White eyes bot sat.

Below him, slumped against the base of the tree, was Nancy.

Her condition was terrible now.

Blood stained the snow beneath her. Deep gashes marked her arms and side, some barely clotted. Her breathing was shallow, uneven. Faint purple veins pulsed along her neck clear signs of poison coursing through her body. She had pushed herself far beyond her limits.

She looked like she had crawled through hell.

Riven gazed down at her quietly, expression calm, almost bored.

Then, suddenly, he sighed.

“I am so fucked.”

The words slipped out of him casually as he crouched, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face briefly in his hands.

He had heard everything.

Arabella.

Nova.

Their conversation.

Their intentions.

Distance meant nothing to him.

He exhaled slowly and leaned back, staring up at the snow-covered sky through tangled branches.

“Well… this is annoying.”

Despite his tone, his mind was already calculating.

He was strong yes but this body wasn’t his true form. Just a shell. A mortal vessel he had chosen to inhabit. His divine power was severely limited, tightly restrained to prevent the shell from collapsing under its own strain.

The last time when he had restrained Arabella he had nearly burned this body out from the inside.

He had made it look effortless.

It wasn’t.

If he tried that again, this shell might not survive.

And now his plan

Ruined.

All because of that bastard.. Just how did he even fucking situation this bad.. He Still couldn’t see from which place things started to crumble up.

Riven’s jaw tightened briefly before he forced himself to relax again.

He glanced down at Nancy, who barely stirred.

Leaving wasn’t an option now. Not that he had planned to.

He might not be a big problem but he’s preserver.

He could still create problems. Very very big ones.

His lips twitched faintly.

“How bad can it really get?” he muttered to himself.

Snow continued to fall.

And the hunt had begun…

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