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

Chapter 25 - Gift For Protagonist

”I want four things from you.”

Razealʼs voice broke the heavy silence, calm and precise.

He lifted a single finger.

”First... a pocket secret realm, bound to this graveyard by a teleportation circle. Iʼll tell you how to customize it later.”

Kaeryndor didnʼt even blink. He simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A tiny orb, no larger than a marble but pulsing with ancient magic, materialized in his palm. A faint hum vibrated through the air around it a compressed realm, etched with dimensional runes and locked with teleportation coordinates.

He tossed it toward Razeal.

”Easy.”

Razeal caught it without a word.

”Second,” he continued, ”a stone tablet. Iʼll give you the inscription later. You just need to create it.”

Kaeryndor gave a slow nod. Still manageable. Still insignificant compared to what this boy claimed heʼd bring.

”Third,” Razeal said, narrowing his eyes, ”teleport me to the northern region of this trial land.”

At this, Kaeryndorʼs face darkened for the first time.

A low frown etched across his features.

His fingers twitched faintly a subtle expression of rising caution.

”No,” he said flatly.

”Youʼre pushing now.”

The moment those words left Kaeryndorʼs mouth, the atmosphere sharpened like the sky holding its breath before a storm.

”I shouldʼve known,” he muttered. ”These requests were too easy. Too... meaningless. Almost like distractions.”

His eyes turned to slits, emreld irises glowing faintly.

”Youʼre trying to escape, arenʼt you?”

There was no rage in his voice only ancient disappointment.

”You know the rules. No one leaves this place alive after uncovering its secret. Not unless theyʼre chosen. Are you trying to lie to me, boy?”

Razeal didnʼt flinch.

”Iʼm not running,” he replied, his tone calm but firm. ”I have to leave. To bring him here.”

He took a step forward, even as his legs threatened to shake under the weight of Kaeryndorʼs aura.

”Give me just half an hour. Thatʼs all I ask. You want someone worthy, donʼt you? Then let me bring him.”

Kaeryndor scoffed. ”If I could leave, Iʼd have fetched them myself.”

He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing with suspicion. ”Why should I trust you?”

”You donʼt have to.”

Razealʼs response was sharp. He held Kaeryndorʼs gaze without faltering.

Then, slowly, he raised his hand.

”Letʼs form a Blood Spirit Contract.”

Kaeryndorʼs expression flickered, suspicion shifting into mild surprise.

”...Youʼd bind yourself to a soul contract? Just to prove this?”

”One hour,” Razeal said, breath steady but low.

”If I donʼt return with the one I promised or if the Dragon Heart rejects him Iʼll forfeit my life.”

Kaeryndorʼs eyes gleamed faintly, ancient knowledge calculating possibilities.

Razeal continued, ”In exchange, you fulfill all four of my wishes. And during the contractʼs hour duration, neither of us may harm the other.”

Even the wind dared not move.

[Host...] the systemʼs voice echoed inside his mind, hesitant. [I donʼt even know what to say anymore. This is beyond insane.]

Kaeryndor remained still, the ancient wheels in his mind turning.

This child knew far too much. Too many buried truths. Yet... what if he was right?

What if the boy truly could bring the one he spoke of?

What if, after all these eons, the wait could finally end?

After a long pause, Kaeryndor exhaled slowly.

”...Iʼll allow the contract.”

Razeal grinned, victory flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand, ready to draw blood

”Wait.” Kaeryndorʼs voice stopped him cold.

”Tell me your fourth wish first. As for your third, Iʼll allow it once the contract is formed.”

Razeal paused. Just for a moment. A flicker of something unreadable danced across his eyes.

Then he exhaled slowly.

”...The fourth wish.”

His voice lowered, a glint of steel hiding behind calm words.

”I want the poison of the Fervine Serpent.”

That... made Kaeryndor blink.

”...What?” he asked, his voice rising just slightly in surprise.

”Youʼre asking for the poison of a sixth-rank, noble class beast?”

”No i mean Is that it all you want, kid?” Kaeryndorʼs voice was calm, but something in his tone suggested disbelief. Not irritation just quiet confusion.

For someone about to free him from an eternal duty from hundreds of years of silence, loneliness, and stone these wishes felt... trivial. A pocket realm, a stone tablet, a teleportation, and a vial of venom?

He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. ”Surely that canʼt be everything.”

Razeal didnʼt flinch.

”No. Let me finish the fourth wish,” he replied evenly, hands clasped behind his back, as if he were discussing nothing more serious than the weather.

Kaeryndor smirked faintly. ”Take your time. After all, itʼs your final wish.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and ancient, almost like stone grinding against stone.

”I almost wonder if you knew those things were all in my treasury. Youʼve practically asked for nothing which i couldnʼt provide. Everything so far is within my palm.”

But then Razeal smiled.

That kind of smile.

The kind that looked harmless. Innocent. A smile that always came before a catastrophe.

”Then for my fourth wish,” he said, ”I want you to put the Fervine Serpentʼs poison... inside the Dragon Heart.”

The air froze.

A strange silence fell over the space as if even time itself didnʼt want to witness what had just been said.

Kaeryndor blinked.

”...Sighh?”

His eyebrows twitched.

The tension in the air didnʼt explode it stalled. Like thunder building in a storm that refused to break.

”Say that again,” he said finally, his voice steady not angry, not scolding. Just... stunned.

Razealʼs expression didnʼt change. He simply smiled a little more, as if he had asked for candy instead of defiling a divine artifact.

”I want the Fervine Serpentʼs poison injected into the Dragon Heart,” he repeated. Calm. Casual. Dead serious.

Kaeryndor dragged a hand across his face, sighing as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

This kid. Again.

He didnʼt even feel mad he was just... exhausted by the audacity.

It was like watching someone carefully climb to the top of a mountain only to jump off it laughing.

”I know,” he muttered, not looking up. ”I know youʼre going to explain it. Again.”

He exhaled slowly, giving Razeal a tired, sideways glance. ”You pull stunts like this and somehow make it sound reasonable. I donʼt know why, but I already know youʼll say something that makes me hesitate before I crush your skull.”

Razeal just shrugged lightly. ”Well, I thought I should mention... the person Iʼm bringing here? Heʼs my eternal enemy so i...”

Kaeryndor blinked. ”...Huh?”

For a long second, his ancient mind just... froze.

Enemy?

Enemy.

Youʼre gifting the Dragon Heart... to your enemy?

That single thought echoed inside Kaeryndorʼs mind, bouncing between his instincts, his dignity, and the crumbling wall of logic.

He stared at Razeal, searching for sarcasm, jest, madness something.

But all he saw... was sincerity.

Not warm sincerity. Not noble sincerity.

The cold, calculated kind. The type only people like him could understand.

”You do realize,” Kaeryndor said slowly, ”that what youʼre doing is... something even family would kill for. Even blood brothers wouldnʼt share something like this. And here you are...”

He waved a hand vaguely, as if trying to physically catch the absurdity from the air.

”Giving it to your enemy?”

His spiritual form flickered with rising confusion, wings twitching in disbelief.

”Is your brain broken, child? You just spent your life bluffing for this opportunity, and now what? You want to poison the heart and give it away?”

He stared again.

”Are you trying to die? Again?”

He was so close so close to killing Razeal on principle alone.

And yet...

He didnʼt move.

Because, in truth, it wasnʼt his concern.

The Dragon Heart would choose its bearer. Worthy or not, friend or foe it didnʼt matter to Kaeryndor.

His duty was only to safeguard. To test. And to pass the flame when it was finally deserved.

He looked at Razeal in silence, the boy standing there like a noble schemer hiding poison in honey.

After a pause, Kaeryndor spoke again, his voice quieter this time.

”...You donʼt hate this person that much, do you?”

His eyes narrowed.

”You do know the Fervine Serpentʼs venom wonʼt actually damage the heart itself. Even in the blood circulation chamber, it canʼt do more than a few monthsʼ harm. At most temporary mana blockage, dull heart pain, blood flow disruption. Three, four months maybe. Then the heart nullifies it.”

He studied Razealʼs expression, trying to read deeper.

Maybe he doeat hate that person. Maybe... he actually like them.”

He smirked in his thoughts. Maybe he is just too proud to admit it. Typical children. Say ʼenemyʼ when they mean ʼI care.ʼ”

Had Razeal known what Kaeryndor was thinking, he mightʼve vomited.

Out of sheer disgust.

Like them? Iʼd rather kiss a flaming goblin...

But Kaeryndor didnʼt say anything else. He simply watched.

He still didnʼt understand the boyʼs game. But one thing was certain.

Whatever happened next... would be unforgettable.

”I allow it,” Kaeryndor said at last, the weight of the words carrying centuries of duty behind them.

He exhaled, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly like a man who had stood guard for too long and was finally allowed to blink.

”I mean...” he muttered under his breath, ”Iʼve protected the Dragon Heart for eons. It can forgive me a little for that blasphemy, right?”

The thought echoed quietly within him, not truly convincing but enough to let the moment slide.

Itʼs just a temporary inconvenience, he reasoned. The poison wonʼt truly damage the Dragon Heart. Just a minor disruption. Nothing lasting.

He turned toward Razeal with a tired smile, masking the subtle anxiety still churning beneath the surface.

”Alright then,” he said, voice steady.

”So... what do you want me to write on the stone tablet? And how do you want the pocket realm customized?” His tone shifted practical now, like a craftsman discussing orders, not a guardian of one of the worldʼs rarest legacies.

But Kaeryndor paused mid-thought.

Because he was suddenly staring at something that deeply unsettled him.

Razeal was smiling.

Not a smirk. Not a grin of triumph.

No it was the kind of smile a man wore when he found the woman he was ready to propose to.

”...What?” Kaeryndor blinked.

The smile on that humanʼs face was far too dazzling, far too pleased.

A cold chill ran up the back of the ancient wardenʼs spiritual spine.

”This human hasnʼt lost his mind... right?”

He stared at the boy.

”Right?”

Razeal looked like heʼd just received the greatest blessing of his life.

A long, awkward silence filled the air, until

”Cough. Cough.” Razeal finally snapped out of it, clearing his throat and adjusting his collar with practiced grace.

His grin, however, refused to fade, stretching across his face with smug satisfaction.

Kaeryndor narrowed his eyes. Something was definitely off. But he didnʼt press.

Meanwhile, deep in Razealʼs mind

[Host, I beg you...]

The systemʼs voice trembled in his thoughts, sounding both terrified and utterly exhausted.

[Please. Please tell me youʼre not planning to gift the Dragon Heart to the protagonist. I canʼt ah i my circuits ooh host I..]

Razealʼs eyes twinkled dangerously as he replied within his mind, tone as casual as a nobleman sipping tea.

”Donʼt worry, System.” His smirk widened.

”Iʼm about to show you how to ruin someone so perfectly... theyʼll thank you while bleeding.”

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