"I.. Lucifer Morningstar."

The words rolled through the space like thunder, his name echoing through the dead air as if the world itself repeated it in reverence. His crimson eyes gleamed brighter, reflecting Razeal's calm face within their glow.

Razeal's lips twitched slightly.

"Umm…" he thought silently, resisting the urge to grimace.

Honestly, he kind of… cringed.

The sheer dramatics of the introduction, the way Lucifer spread his arms and spoke his name like an actor delivering the final line of a stage play.. it was a bit too much. Even for someone who ruled Hell.

How does this dude do this with a straight face? Razeal thought, suppressing a sigh.

Still, outwardly, he gave a respectful nod, deciding not to provoke him further. "Yes, King of Hell," he said simply, his tone neutral even trying to fame impressed.

Though he couldn't help raising an eyebrow when he heard the name Lucifer Morningstar.

That name… it was familiar. Far too familiar.

Of course he'd heard it before.. who hadn't? Back in his past life, that name had appeared in countless books, myths, and even TV shows. The fallen angel. The Lightbringer. The Devil. The misunderstood rebel.

Razeal's mind wandered briefly. If this is really the same Lucifer.. or based on him.. His anger sems reasonable.. but wait then didn't then tittle he greeted with is right?.. Not that's not the main consurn if he's that lucifer then maybe he's not all that evil, he thought. Some stories said he was just… misunderstood. Maybe he's not a monster, just a fallen being who got blamed. A nice dude with fashion? And arrogance issues?

He was still lost in thought when Lucifer suddenly moved.

The tall man began circling him, one slow, deliberate step at a time. His movements were graceful, almost too smooth, like a predator examining a new species it didn't quite understand yet. His gaze sharpened with interest as he studied Razeal from every angle.

Then, Lucifer's lips curved faintly, and his voice came again, quiet but dripping with amusement.

"Hmm… so what do we have here?" he murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly. "A human… rejected by light."

Razeal's brow furrowed.

"A curse, I presume?" Lucifer continued, tone thoughtful, like he was reading Razeal's very essence. His gaze softened for a moment before darkening again. "How interesting… very deep resonance with darkness. It almost feels as though you were born from it. Looking impossible but again who cares.."

He tilted his head, an intrigued smile crossing his face.

"Oh, but this…" he said softly, eyes glimmering with faint excitement. "This is the most interesting thing yet."

Razeal tensed slightly.

Lucifer chuckled lowly. "The Seal of Fate."

Razeal froze. His eyes narrowed immediately, expression turning serious.

"A seal of fate?" Razeal asked immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly. The words had struck him not because he understood them, but because of how certain Lucifer sounded when he said it.

They hadn't even exchanged proper introductions yet, and already they were diving into this cryptic, heavy topic. Still, there was something oddly calm, almost cool, in the air between them. A strange tension but not quite hostile.

Lucifer's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. "Oh, you aren't aware of it?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "Your destiny being decided… your path written by someone else. You being handed some 'grand purpose' by a few self-proclaimed superior beings."

As he spoke, disgust twisted his perfect features. It was faint but unmistakable.. a deep, genuine disdain that flashed in his crimson eyes. He almost spat the words out, as if the very thought of those "superior beings" left a bad taste in his mouth.

Razeal just nodded slightly, his expression calm. He didn't interrupt. He knew what Lucifer was talking about.. well, at least partially. He had always known something was binding his life, controlling his journey since the day the system came to him. But he hadn't known it had a name.. Seal of Fate.

So that's what it's called, huh? he thought silently, making a mental note.

Lucifer studied him for a moment, eyes narrowing with amusement. "You won't believe me," he continued, his tone softening slightly, "but this kind of thing… it resonates with me."

He gave a quiet chuckle, the sound low and deep. "No wonder that book was flying toward you earlier. Seems like fate itself wants to fuck itself again."

Razeal's brow furrowed. "The book?" he asked quietly, glancing toward Lucifer's hand.. the same hand that had caught the black tome just moments ago. "You mean that thing which almost hit me?"

Lucifer didn't answer.. rather

Lucifer's tone turned oddly calm as he tilted his head slightly. "Well," he said, "seems like fate has already decided everything for you, human."

Then, with a soft grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, he added, "You're going to die soon."

The words hung in the air like a dagger.

Razeal blinked, then exhaled quietly. His voice, when it came, was steady. "Well," he said, his tone firm and unshaken as a smile apeared on his face, "I won't let that happen."

Lucifer paused mid-step. For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, very slowly, his lips curved upward.

"O.. ooooohhh," he murmured, an almost playful glint lighting up his crimson eyes. "That confidence… I like it."

He took a step closer, the faint sound of his boots echoing against the molten ground. His tall form cast a long shadow over Razeal as he looked down at him, a mixture of curiosity and intrigue dancing across his face.

"You know," Lucifer said, his tone dropping to a low, amused purr, "you can call on me any time."

Razeal blinked. "What?"

Lucifer grinned wider, eyes glimmering with wicked intent. "I have… some payback to give to those so-called gods," he said, his voice almost venomous. "I'd love nothing more than to tear down the heavens and drag their light into the pit where it belongs."

As he spoke, his aura flared briefly.. dark energy rippling outward like waves of living flame.

"My army is thirsty for blood," Lucifer continued, his expression sharp and regal. "And you…" He leaned slightly closer, his tone shifting into one of interest. "You must have a way in and out of here. If you made it into Hell ..which is a sealed space after my defeat weirdly enough, mind you ..then you must have a path to leave, don't you?"

A flicker of curiosity flashed in Lucifer's eyes. "That means you could take me outside too? Right?"

His smile widened, slow and deliberate. "Tell me, human.. would you?"

Razeal was momentarily caught off guard by the question. Of all things he expected Lucifer to say, that wasn't one of them. His mind churned rapidly, processing the idea.

Take Lucifer outside?

He stared at the man.. the King of Hell himself and couldn't help but imagine the chaos that would follow. Lucifer's army unleashed on the world above, waging war against the heavens. The image was terrifying… and yet, oddly tempting.

Then another thought hit him ..one that made his eyes widen slightly.

Wait… could I even do that?

"System," Razeal asked in his head, his tone curious but cautious, can I summon villains from my system space… to the outside world?

It was something he had never even considered before. He'd always thought of the system space as an isolated training realm.. something separate from reality. A place only he could enter and leave. The villains inside were supposed to stay there.. Since they are dead, right?

But if what Lucifer was implying was true… Honestly he never had thought about it and now at him pointing this out.. He was curious to know himself..

Would that mean he could summon them out?

Would that mean… he could bring out Lucifer himself?

The idea was insane. Terrifying. Yet thrilling.

If he could truly do that, then he could have his own army.. beings of unimaginable power bound to him. He wouldn't have to rely on any faction, any alliance, any fucking plans and shit. He'd be unstoppable.

His pulse quickened slightly at the thought, a faint gleam lighting up his eyes.

Then, as if answering his thoughts, the system's voice echoed crisply in his head.

[Yes, it is entirely possible, Host.]

Razeal froze.

His lips parted slightly, eyes widening for just a second.

Wait… what?

It was possible?

It was really possible?!

His mind reeled, the implications hitting him like thunder. All this time, this function existed and the system had never mentioned it?

"What the.." Razeal stopped himself before the words slipped out loud.

Inside his head, he practically shouted: System! Why the hell did you never tell me about this before?!

His internal scream was met with silence, the kind of silence that almost felt smug.

On the outside, however, his face had briefly betrayed his shock his eyes widening, his mouth twitching slightly before he quickly composed himself.

Lucifer caught it instantly.

The King of Hell tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he studied Razeal's expression.

"What happened to him?" he murmured to himself, his voice soft but filled with curiosity. "He looks… surprised. Is he contemplating something?"

His crimson eyes gleamed faintly, watching Razeal's still face. "Or perhaps," he muttered, "talking to something inside him…"

For a moment, Lucifer's gaze sharpened scanning Razeal's body, his soul, searching for any sign of interference. But he found nothing unusual. So, with blind trust and pride in his abilities, Lucifer thought this human had simply never considered it before. Yet now, in his contemplation, it was shining through. Lucifer let him think for as long as he wanted.

So, with a faint chuckle, he relaxed again.

"Well," he murmured to himself, amused, "whatever it is… it's got him thinking."

He crossed his arms, content to let Razeal ponder in silence. The human stood there, quiet, eyes slightly lowered, lost in thought and Lucifer, for the first time in a long while, found himself genuinely intrigued.

[I never said you can't take villains out, host. It is you who never asked. I have told you before that there are many functions for you to explore.. they depend entirely on you. This is one of them. Don't try to blame me." The system's voice was clipped, almost clinical, but underneath it Razeal heard something like exasperation, as if it had been repeating the same lesson too many times.]

Razeal could almost hear his own pulse in the silence that followed the system's remark. "How would I know something exists if I never saw it, or if you never told me? You never gave me a manual, or a list.. nothing!" he shot back, frustration sharp in his mental voice.

The system, never one for soft answers, did not soften. [It's for you to explore, host. I am not here to babysit you. I am here to help you become a villain with standards.. one of the finest and strongest. I offer help; I do not forge you into a villain on a silver plate. For a villain to be respected, he must prove his worth. Hidden system functions exist for you to find by thought, by urself, by cleverness not by idle complaint. Use your head.]

"And how the hell am I supposed to do that?" he snapped inwardly. "It's not a map I can walk; I can't explore something I can't see. The system panel I know offers only so much..I've stared at it countless times." He let the frustration out of his chest as words, because sometimes making the complaint solid helped.

[Ask questions] the system answered, faster this time, as if to cut off the protest. [Imagine what functions a villain might need. Probe the menus mentally. Where the main functions hint, lesser functions sometimes wait. You cannot expect the system to be your gardener and also grow the fruit for you.]

Silence pressed after that. Razeal took a breath. There was truth in the system's hardness. If he wanted shortcuts, he would pay for them. If he wanted to build something that lasted, he had to dig. He let the small thrumming angst of being called inattentive fade into the background and shifted focus. He had a clearer, more practical need: how to get villains out of system space, into the world where they could work for him.

After a pause long enough to feel like a small negotiation, he asked the question that mattered.

"Alright. Tell me.. how do I take a villain out of system space?"

The system's response was slow, precise the tone of an intelligence moving from reproach to instruction. [There are two ways, host. The first is a slave contract.]

[Convince a villain to become your slave. Sign a slave contract; bind the villain to you with clauses the system recognizes. Once the contract exists, you can take the villain out. Alternatively, you may become the villain's slave under contract; this also permits extraction but at the cost of dignity and agency. Contracts create enforceable credibility: the villain is prevented from breaking the covenant to murder the summoner outright. You may set time periods, clauses, and protections. During the contract's scope the villain can harm you according to the terms but cannot kill you, because the contract's metaphysical seals forbid it.]

[And second is just take them out… without a contract] the System said, its voice flat and factual. [But unlike the slave option, in this one neither of you will have control over each other. A villain can totally harm you

even kill you and there is no time limit. Be careful. Also: you cannot put a villain back after you take one out. Remember, this option exists primarily to test the host's capabilities as a villain. Can he persuade and manipulate a villain into working for him without fear?]

Razeal listened with all of his attention.

[Either you become so strong that taking villains out matters little, or you accept the risk] the System continued. [There is more than a ninety percent chance of being hurt or manipulated, and roughly a seventy percent chance of being killed if you use the unrestricted option. Even the slave contract isn't safe: making a villain your slave still exposes you to about a forty to fifty percent chance of harm, depending on the villain. Villains can be dangerous even when bound; they cannot directly attack you under contract, but they can still find loopholes.]

The information echoed in Razeal's mind like cold, heavy metal clanging in an empty hall. He listened intently, his expression calm but his mind spinning rapidly behind his eyes. Every word the System spoke carried weight, every number sounded like a threat disguised as logic.

Razeal focused deeply, absorbing each word like it was carved into stone, yet a small frown creased his face. He had expected danger.. nothing new for him but these odds were absurd. "Ninety percent," he muttered under his breath. "That's not a risk... that's suicide."

The slave contract option... it was slightly better, sure.. a risk, but manageable, maybe. The other options? They were insane.

He wasn't stupid; he knew better than to gamble his life on an uncertain function. Becoming a slave himself? Absolutely not. That was one thing he was sure of he was never going to make himself someone's puppet, even if it was for a limited time. He'd die first before bending his knee to anyone. That was certain. Not to say his eternal arrogance train.. It never gonna let him even if he wants to.

And as for taking a villain out freely, without a contract.. permanently? No, that was impossible. At least not until he was one hundred percent certain there wouldn't be a single risk to it. He couldn't afford that kind of reckless confidence.. not now, not when even the System was warning him with those terrifying percentages.

Still… convincing a villain to become his slave?

Now that might work. The thought flickered in his mind, faint but persistent. Even if the chances were low, there had to be a way ..there was always a way. Maybe, if he prepared enough, planned it carefully, used timing and caution...

He started to calculate. What if I just take a villain out for a few seconds using slave contract? Just long enough to make them do something specific to fire an attack, defend him, destroy something critical.. and then send them back before they could even think of pulling tricks. In mere seconds, what could a villain possibly plan?

"It's impossible to manipulate anything in a handful of seconds, Right?" Razeal murmured to himself. "It might actually work."

But then again..

His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared ahead, thinking deeply.

Would a villain even agree to become a slave? Even for a moment?

The thought made him pause. Slowly, his gaze drifted toward Lucifer, who stood just front of him, his tall frame exuding that natural air of dominance and arrogance that seemed woven into his very being.

"Will he agree to become my slave?" Razeal wondered silently. "If I asked him... and offered him a chance to destroy the heavens… would he actually take it?"

He blinked, his sharp eyes studying Lucifer for a long moment. The man stood with his hands behind his back, chin slightly raised, red eyes gleaming like molten metal every inch of him screamed power and pride.

Then the thought hit him, and Razeal almost sighed out loud.

Right. Pride.

Lucifer wasn't just proud... he was pride. The sin itself. There was no chance he'd ever bow down to anyone, much less a human. Just looking at him, Razeal knew the answer. "He definitely wouldn't," he thought flatly. "That pride of his wouldn't allow it. Just look at that face... yeah, no way."

But then, suddenly, something flickered in his head a spark of realization that made his eyes light up slightly.

He turned his thoughts back toward the System immediately.

"System," he said sharply in his mind, "get me the list of villains in the SSS-ranked list who are most desperate and most likely to agree to become my slaves... even for some time."

The thought had come so suddenly but made perfect sense. Infinite number of beings, right? There had to be at least one.. just one who was desperate enough, broken enough, or crazy enough to accept even temporary servitude. Maybe for power. Maybe for freedom. Maybe just to get out of their confined hell. Who knows?

But before his imagination could go further, the System's reply came fast and brutal.

"[There is none, host. Not a single one.]"

Razeal froze.

"What?" He blinked twice, his mind almost rejecting the words. "Not even one? In an infinite number of beings?"

His tone turned dry and slightly irritated. "System, why are you lying to me?"

The System replied instantly, its tone completely devoid of emotion. "[I am not lying, host. None means none. Remember, a person who can rise to such a rank.. SSS will never agree to be a slave. No matter how many infinite possibilities there are, there is none. I have even searched it up for you.]"

Razeal's mouth opened slightly in disbelief. He stared blankly ahead for a few seconds, his mind processing the absurdity of it. "You've got to be kidding me... none? Not a single one?"

He rubbed the back of his neck slowly. It sounded impossible it had to be impossible. But knowing the System, it wasn't lying. It couldn't lie. Which made this all even more frustrating.

"Tch... fine," he muttered internally, finally letting out a small sigh. "Forget it. I can't control an SSS-ranked person anyway."

He leaned back, crossing his arms as his thoughts shifted. "How about SS-ranked? Or even S-ranked villains? They aren't supreme-level, right? There has to be at least a few of them... there's no way all of them are that prideful."

Razeal thought of the ones he had already met even in sss ranked ones.. like that old man who always acted superior, the weird guy obsessed with writing disturbing manga...

Those kinds of villains existed shameless, eccentric, twisted in their own ways. Surely among them there'd be one who'd agree, right?

But just like before, the System's response came instantly, cutting his hope short.

"[There is none, host.]"

Razeal's brow twitched. "You've got to be joking."

But the System's voice didn't waver.. instead, it grew even firmer, carrying a strange, dignified edge to it.

"[It's not about ranks, host. The villains are chosen from all realities.. each carefully selected. They all have their own standards, pride, and rules. You can't just find even one who has such low dignity among them. Remember these are villains personally chosen by the database of the System itself. If they could bend their will so easily, what right would they have to teach you how to become a perfect, true villain?]"

The tone of the System carried a sense of weight and certainty that silenced Razeal. It wasn't arrogance it was authority.

Each word echoed with finality.

Razeal stood there, speechless for a few seconds.

He wanted to argue.. really, he did but there wasn't much he could say. The System had a point, frustrating as it was. These villains weren't random individuals. They were beings handpicked from countless realities, shaped and perfected into monsters of power, conviction, and self-belief. Their pride wasn't just emotion it was their identity. The System had chosen them because they wouldn't bow. Because they couldn't be bought, manipulated, or enslaved easily.

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