SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Leon calmed himself down as the platinum blonde-haired woman looking his way might just be a mistake, and either way, she couldn’t see or detect him.

But the other woman, who was much younger, seemed like an Awakened. He could detect mana from her. What surprised him was the fact that she seemed so strong—not a match for him, but stronger than his Seraphine.

He was about to use his system to look at her stats, but before he could help himself with that—

Suddenly, the woman with golden eyes, whose head was still slightly turned in his direction, narrowed her eyes, and her sharp voice echoed in the room.

”Are you gonna hide there forever and show yourself?”

Fuck! What the actual hell!

Without caring about looking at her stats, Leon teleported himself out of the room, using his teleportation to limit travel exactly fifty meters away from her—arriving inside the bathhouse once again, his heart beating wildly against his chest.

How did she find me? Who was she, actually? And why can’t I detect anything from her?

Forget everything. I need to empty out the treasury quickly and leave before they come after me.

Leon, with continuous use of his teleportation and without wasting even a second, arrived at the throne room. Its majesty caught his attention.

The place reeked of money—but the fancy kind, where even the air felt expensive. Gold pillars hugged the walls, their shine a little too perfect, like they’d never been touched by real hands. Above, chandeliers dripped crystal, scattering light in lazy, glittering puddles across the floor. And what a floor—smooth marble, cold underfoot, with this ridiculously plush carpet running down the middle like some royal red river.

Stuff filled every gap: paintings too serious to laugh at, mirrors tall enough to make you check your posture, and silver statues frozen mid-gesture, like they’d been caught gossiping. And then, of course, the throne. Perched up high on its stage, all gold and velvet, it didn’t just sit there—it held court, soaking up the light like it was the only thing in the room worth looking at.

But he knew he didn’t have much time to waste here, as that woman might have reported him to the guards by now.

It was empty. No one was here. Without wasting even a second, and with a burst of spatial awareness, he scanned the whole hundred meters around him.

He detected an underground passage right in the hallway of the king’s throne. That wasn’t all he detected—a big room, where mountains of small circular-shaped objects were. He knew they were coins. He also detected other things like hundreds of weapons and more, but he didn’t focus on the details and quickly started moving.

Leon teleported himself to the middle of the passage. It was a bit far to reach in one teleportation, and he didn’t have the luxury of wasting time finding the way to open the passage like every other time.

He arrived in front of a big black metallic vault, which had many magical symbols on it beside the dial to open the locks and a key hole beside it.

He was a bit worried this time, seeing the magical symbols, but he still tried to teleport directly inside the vault—and it worked, making him release a sigh of relief as he now stood in front of a mountain of treasure.

Inside the treasure room, the most striking thing was the mountain upon mountain of gold. He just wanted to lie there and swim in it for a while, but he knew he couldn’t do that. There were many boxes of treasure chests made of gold, countless weapons like swords, spears, bows, maces, hammers, crossbows, longswords, and other kinds.

Lying between the gold, the number of swords and spears was the most visible, followed by bows.

Besides that, there were weapons mounted on the walls of the vault on golden hangers, neatly stacked. That wasn’t all—the most important were the many skill stones encased in glass panels on platforms, along with similar-looking platforms holding many scrolls, which he guessed were skill scrolls, even though he had never seen them before.

There were other treasures too, which he didn’t recognize.

Instead of using his system to look at anything, Leon quickly started to store everything inside his inventory. In less than half a minute, with his extraordinary speed, he cleaned the whole treasury—not even leaving the small pillar-like platforms used to keep more valuable treasures, as they had gold and platinum used in making them. It was obvious from the sight alone, so who could leave them behind?

He would have even liked to take the hangers used to hold the weapons on the wall, as they were made of gold too, but he didn’t have much time. It had already been a minute since the platinum blonde-haired woman had found the existence of an intruder.

She might have informed the guards by now, and the place might be on alert. But he wasn’t scared of that—it was the woman herself who had easily detected his presence. What gripped his heart was the fact that he wasn’t able to determine her strength, which led to only two possibilities: either she was stronger than him and deflected his detection, or she had some technique to hide everything, which made it so he couldn’t detect even a trace of mana from her.

Whatever the case might be, he had no interest in finding it out because of how strange the woman was—so strong, yet Seraphine hadn’t told him anything about them. He even knew all about the basic details, professors at the academy, and even the new headmaster who had just taken over a few years back.

They didn’t match the description of any of the important people he was aware of, either the green-haired young woman who was unexpectedly even stronger than Seraphine, or the mysterious platinum blonde-haired beauty.

Leon quickly teleported himself out of the place and arrived at the towering wall once again. And again, with a teleport, he was out. But instead of going toward where they were staying, he—still invisible—traveled like a gust of wind across the rooftops, departing in the direction of his next target: the castle of the Duke of Arselin, the one whose eldest son had been pestering his Seraphine for years.

He was excited—yet relieved—that the platinum blonde-haired woman hadn’t been able to catch him.