I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space
Chapter 94: Dimension Crack

Chapter 94: Dimension Crack

"Second.. Gates. Gates are completely different beasts. Where portals are unstable and temporary, Gates are persistent. Permanent. And physical. Unlike the ephemeral shimmer of a portal, Gates have an actual frame a doorway made of unknown material, resistant to all known damage.. Well can be broken but we won’t tell you how.. Like no just never try to destroy them. Umm returning to topic they can be moved. Relocated. Positioned like equipment."

She began pacing slowly. "Each Gate is linked to a fixed pocket of another dimension. Think of it like a slice of another world sealed off and connected only through that Gate. What makes them fascinating is this: monsters inside a Gate remain locked to a specific rank. A Tier-4 Gate will only contain Tier-4 monsters. They don’t evolve. They don’t change. They exist in a constant state."

"And for reasons we don’t yet understand, no matter how many creatures are killed inside, their numbers never dwindle. Give a Gate a few months without touching, and it can house millions. It’s as if the dimension on the other side keeps producing them like a living factory."

"Gates vary in size, depending on their rank. Some are no bigger than a room. Others? The size of cities entire ecosystems, full of native terrain, ruins, even weather. They’ve become essential to the world’s resource supply. Large powers families, houses, Kingdoms claim Gates and use them for training, research, and harvesting."

She smirked. "Some even treat them like monster farms. Controlled hunting grounds. But make no mistake. They’re never truly safe."

"Anyways."

She held up a third finger.

"Third is Rifts. Now we move into instability. A Rift is a tear a spontaneous rip in the fabric of space, time, or reality itself. Unlike portals or gates, Rifts give no warning. No countdown. No structure. They just happen."

The projection showed swirling chaos, jagged and violent.

"Rifts are unstable by nature. They can vanish within hours or last for days. And because they’re usually larger than portals, the volume of monsters that can spill through is exponentially greater. Entire armies can pour through a single Rift in tens of minutes. That’s what makes them so deadly."

She turned serious.

"There is no way to predict a Rift. And because of their unstable nature, no one can enter the other side without risking collapse. Unlike Gates and portals, which can be explored by some safety measures, Rifts are mostly one way disasters."

She lifted her fourth and final finger.

"And lastly Dimension Cracks, also known as Reality Cracks. These are the rarest. And the most terrifying. Think of them as kilometer-wide wounds in the fabric of existence. They don’t shimmer. They shatter. They stretch across the sky like broken glass. And they never close. Not on their own atleast."

"There has only been one recorded Dimension Crack in all of our known history. And it almost ended one tenth of our civilization as we know it. Monsters poured through for years. Entire Kingdoms fell. The world bled trying to contain it."

She paused, then said flatly: "There is only one way to close a Dimension Crack: eliminate every last creature that came from it from our side."

Shock ran through the classroom.

"And also going to there dimension. From radius of one thousand kilometers around that crack. Every monster from that dimension inside that area must be killed. Only then will the crack begin to heal slowly, like a wound closing over time."

"These are the dangers we constantly face."

"And also this is why your training is brutal. This is why we are supposed to harden you into fighters, killers, survivors. Because this world doesn’t care about your comfort. The dimensions don’t care about peace. They bleed into ours, and they bring war."

She looked around the room. No softness in her eyes.

"It was our turn once. Now it’s yours. In the future, it will be your children’s. This is the cycle. This is reality."

Then she said the words they would all remember:

"This is the world you live in. Constant threat. Endless potential. Some of you will die facing it. Some of you will rise. And maybe, one of you will learn to control it."

She let that settle.

"You are the hope for your own survival. You may have been raised in power, safety, privilege. But none of that will matter out there. Out there or even here your parents or protectors will never remain forever, it’s survival of the strongest."

She pointed to the Imperial crest behind her.

"You sit in the Imperial Academy. In the Royal Classroom. You are the future pillars of defense and attack. You will either uphold this world or watch it fall."

Professor Thalia paused mid sentence, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

A few yawns echoed throughout the grand Imperial Academy classroom as Professor Thalia continued her lecture. Some students slouched in their chairs, eyes half-lidded, fingers tapping idly on enchanted desks. To them, this was nothing new. The threats of portals, rifts, gates, and dimensional cracks were old news covered a hundred times, seen a thousand more.

They weren’t necessarily being disrespectful. They were just used to it.

To them, dimensional threats were old news hardly worth the lecture time. After all, many of them had grown up in environments where things like portal breaches or rift incursions were handled within minutes by private security or family owned strike forces. Most of these students had watched monsters die from a safe distance before they ever swung a sword themselves. It had all become... routine.

Nothing truly catastrophic had happened in the Empire for over two hundred years. The nobility made sure of it. The Imperials, the Dume Families, and even the low noble houses possessed more than enough power to suppress most issues before they ever escalated. A rogue portal? Handled. A rift appearing near farmland? Sealed before lunch. Even the occasional portal bursting open in a crowded market district was met with immediate containment and minimal casualty.

Thalia scanned the rows of gleaming clothed students and flawless posture. Beneath the polished façade, she could see it: the arrogance. The detachment. The way they viewed all this as an academic exercise, not life-or-death knowledge.

She sighed, not in frustration in resignation.

Of course they didn’t care. These were highborn Children’s of comfort. Each one had armies at their beck and call, relics inherited from generations of warriors, and connections powerful enough to silence disasters. Their worlds were shielded.

"So," she said, brushing off the atmosphere. "Does anyone have a comment about today’s lecture? Questions or counterpoints?"

A few heads turned lazily.

Today’s attendance was noticeably lower than the day before. Understandable. But among those present were a few surprising faces. She hadn’t expected to see the Imperial Princess herself in the front row, or the Saintess seated silently near the side aisle. Even Areon Dragonwevr was seated in the far corner, his signature cloak draped loosely over his shoulders.

She quickly averted her eyes out of respect. Not that they would answer any questions anyway. Their presence was symbolic, more than anything. Still, it made her nervous. She wasn’t here to entertain. She was here to drill survival into these children even if they didn’t see the need for it.

She didn’t dwell on it long.

She scanned the room again. Nothing. No response. Just when she was about to move on, a hand rose from the center of the classroom.

A student with black hair, seated in the fourth row.

Thalia recognized him immediately.

Shelton.

"Yes, Mr sheldon" Thalia said, already bracing herself.

Shelton didn’t bother to stand up.

Arms crossed, expression calm, voice even.

"Professor Thalia," he said, "I don’t understand the point of this lecture. From what I’ve read, monsters and dimensional threats aren’t really a problem anymore. Maybe back in the old days, sure, but now? It’s all well regulated. Everyone knows how to respond. Evacuation shelters, emergency runes, Empire issued weapons. Hell, even commoners have emergency protocols now."

Some students nodded silently.

"By the records I’ve studied," Shelton continued, "even a Dimension Crack could be handled. The data suggests casualties have been minimal in the last fifty years. And frankly, the idea that we’re under constant threat doesn’t really hold up. We’ve won. We’re winning. So why focus on outdated fear tactics?"

He tilted his head slightly. "Isn’t this just fearmongering at this point?"

He wasn’t disrespectful. He was... genuinely puzzled. But judgmental, too. He couldn’t hide that slight smirk in his tone.

Thalia raised one eyebrow.

"Mr. Shelton," she said calmly, "let me remind you of something."

"have you ever heard the phrase: Until the monsters learn to write, every story will glorify the humans?"

Shelton blinked.

"No? Then let me explain."

Thalia took a few measured steps down the center aisle, her boots clicking softly on the marble floor.

"You read reports. Reports written by humans. Filed by humans. Told by humans. Crafted to inspire confidence, not to reflect the full truth."

"Empire-issued literature. Books written by victors. Numbers crafted by people whose entire reputation depends on the illusion of control. Do you really believe those are the full stories?"

The classroom grew quieter.

"You say there are no casualties," she said. "That everything is under control. But let me ask you this: have you ever seen a redacted report? Have you ever been in the room when a commander gives the order to bury a failed operation and send in a replacement squad before the public ever hears a word?"

"The reason you’ve never heard of a monster victory... is because monsters don’t hold press conferences. They don’t publish articles. They don’t tell stories. So the only version of history you’re fed is the one that flatters the Empire and big egos and pride of humans."

No reply.

"Losses happen all the time. They’re just covered up. Soldiers die in rifts. Villages vanish near Gates. Expeditions fail in portal breaches. But another team is sent. The breach is closed. The area is sanitized. And the official report? ’Minor incident. Resolved.’"

She flicked her hand. bringing up a glowing sigil in the air.

"Yesterday and today, you earned twenty contribution points for attendance. But due to your shallow analysis, lack of perspective, and dangerously limited understanding of how this world actually works..."

She snapped her fingers. The projection flickered.

"I am deducting one hundred contribution points."

A digital counter above Shelton’s name dropped into the negatives.

"You are now at minus eighty. Let me remind you: graduating from the Royal Classroom requires a minimum of one million contribution points."

Shelton sighed audibly but didn’t argue. Still, something shifted in his expression. Determination. He’d look it up. Research it. If he found proof that she was exaggerating, as per the rules, he could challenge the point deduction and earn back a hundredfold.

Thalia didn’t mind. Let him try. That was the point.

"Anyone else?" she asked the room.

Silence.

Her eyes drifted to the very last seat in the back row.

Razeal.

She paused for the briefest moment.

Her expression didn’t change, but her mood did. A ripple of disgust flickered beneath her composed surface. Just seeing him there sitting so still, so detached irked her more than she cared to admit.

Letting someone like him into this classroom, into the heart of the Empire’s sacred institution of learning and strength, felt like an insult. A blemish. An affront to everything this academy stood for.

This was a temple of discipline. Of legacy. Of bloodlines honed over centuries.

And yet there he sat.

Thalia caught herself staring and looked away quickly, suppressing the flicker of disdain in her chest.

She couldn’t say anything. The rules bound her just like everyone else.

But in her mind, his presence remained an open wound the academy refused to treat.

Razeal, who saw her ugly expression, just sighed.

"Villey, are you say I have a superpower to instantly make people feel disgusted? Is this some secret buff of yours you forgot to mention or something?" Razeal asked jokingly, curiosity in his tone.

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