SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

[Title earned: Hope Breaker (Common)]

Title: Hope Breaker, Common. I didn’t know you could earn titles, too, just like in games.

Hope Breaker. A fitting title, really. After all, I gave him a sliver of salvation—then turned it to ash.

Still, it came as a pleasant surprise to Leon, as he hadn’t expected to get anything from erasing the mark from his existence.

Yet Mark surely has left his mark.

He decided to open his status with just a thought while the others were still shocked by how Mark had been turned to ashes by their very God, who had felt too kind and merciful before.

Despite the fear now instilled in them and the terrifying proof of how powerful a god could really be, their belief had only grown stronger.

They had assumed their God might not know what Mark had done in the past—however, it seemed he was aware of all of it and had delivered divine judgment in the form of reducing him to ashes.

Lisa’s tears flowed freely, burning hot tracks down her cheeks. Her throat clenched tight, making her breath ragged. Her chest fluttered—half disbelief, half awe.

Her God had erased her nightmare with a wave of his hand—no shouting, no struggle—just a blinding light, a deafening crack, and then nothing but dust where the bastard who had haunted her once stood.

She couldn’t believe it at first, but the proof was in front of her. Clutching the dagger in her hands with determined eyes, she promised herself that she would repay everything her God had done for her, no matter how long it took.

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Rudy was shaking in place right next to his mother, his eyes sparkling with reverence and excitement. He couldn’t help but think that their God was too cool—cooler even than the heroes he had heard about in stories from his mama.

In contrast to Rudy, Mia had become utterly terrified. Her breathing was unstable, and her heart beat like a drumroll. She realized just how close she had come to disaster—had things gone differently, she might have been turned to ashes just like Mark.

She realized how fortunate she was to have been forgiven with only the light punishment of living like a zombie for twelve days.

Gratitude filled her entire being.

And James—still drooling and huffing with euphoria—was completely intoxicated by the glorious death he had just witnessed.

[Character Information]

[Name: Leon]

[Level: 6]

[Class: Elemental Paragon (SSS)]

[Age: 12 (Soul Age: 28)]

[Race: Human]

[Titles: Hope Breaker (Common)]

[Cultivation: Apprentice Rank]

[Affinity: All (Rank 7)]

[Strength: 37]

[Agility: 36]

[Stamina: 37]

[Mana: 1750]

[Intelligence: 150]

[Skills:]

– King’s Touch (Epic – Level 100)

– Lightning Bolt (Common – Level 100)

– Slave Mark (Epic – Level 1)

[Techniques:]

– Mana Body Enhancement (Common – Transcendent Rank)

– Raijin’s Descent (Uncommon – Transcendent Rank)

– Sky Breaker Draw (Uncommon – Transcendent Rank)

[Concepts:]

– Lightning Aura (Level 1)

– Ice Aura (Level 1)

– Wind Aura (Level 1)

There it was, just below his name: a new section called ”Title,” where his newly acquired Hope Breaker (Common) was displayed. He could relate to why he got it—it made sense. Because of his brutal way of killing Mark, he gave him hope only to crush it in the end.

It matched the name perfectly.

He focused on the title. A golden shimmer flickered into existence—thin like spider silk, spreading across his vision until a translucent screen settled into place, humming softly with divine presence.

[Title: Hope Breaker (Common)]

[Effects: Others hesitate slightly in your presence, especially those who once believed in victory.]

Leon found the explanation a bit vague, but one thing was certain: these titles were powerful. They didn’t require mana to activate. And a single moment of hesitation could change the outcome of a battle.

Especially ”those who believed in victory” likely referred to powerful enemies who were too confident in their abilities.

This title could really come in clutch—especially when paired with Slave Mark, which only worked on those who submitted fully. Any resistance, and the mark would fail to form.

Hmm, from now on, I should try to do things that can earn me titles.

He didn’t know how yet, but he had clearly gone above and beyond—Mark’s death had been the most brutal thing he had ever done.

Yet it felt like nothing more than a necessity.

There was nothing else left to do here now except give some instructions. He also needed to exchange treasure for the casualties and buy something that could help start the building process.

He looked at his slave, James. The urge to vomit nearly overtook him. He had detected James lying on the ground for some reason—but actually seeing his current state...

With just a thought, Leon summoned a weaker bolt—barely a spark compared to before, but still enough to make James’s body jerk like a puppet in a storm. The air cracked with a faint snap as his skin sizzled under the arcs.

”ARRRGGHHH!!”

James screamed as he felt the painful lightning prick like needles in every part of his body.

Tzzzzzt!

His limbs twitched violently, the arcs crackling through him like static lashing a soaked wire.

When it ended, he was scorched in many places, and his hair stood up like spikes. He had returned to normal, but the memory of Mark’s glorious death was saved in his mind—one he would savor again later, in private.

Struggling, he stood, bowed to his lord, and spoke in a voice filled with reverence.

”My Lord, do you have any instructions for me?”

He didn’t mention the pain or the scorch marks on his skin—he had accepted such treatment as natural now.

”Yes...”

Leon explained to James how he had to maintain order among those who would come inside, while also doing hard labor—especially heavy lifting—when needed.

He reminded him to inform him through their connection if anything went wrong inside.

He should at least be able to send a signal.

”Trust me, my Lord. I will handle everything well. They’re just non-awakeners—there’s nothing to worry about.”

Leon didn’t have anything more to say. James was right. He could handle them and maintain order.

Using his Life element, with a surge of mana, Leon healed James completely. James bowed in response.

Fwumm.

A soft pulse of greenish light burst out from Leon’s hand, washing over James’s wounds and sealing them shut with gentle warmth.

Leaving him, Leon moved on to others.

Wherever he walked, the air seemed to quiet around him—conversations dulled, and eyes followed without blinking.

This next responsibility was most important—who would take care of the Spoon of Infinite Soup?

He had made his decision.

Reaching in front of Rudy’s mother—who bowed just as he arrived—he said:

”Stand up. You will be responsible for a very important duty here from now on.”

She didn’t show any doubt. She simply said that if her God believed she was capable, then it must be meant for her.

Leon was pleased that she didn’t crumble under the weight of his words.

In his hand, the mysterious Spoon of Infinite Soup materialized.

Ting.

A delicate chime rang out as the spoon formed in his palm, like metal gently striking crystal.

It looked like a normal silver spoon with black engravings—random gibberish to others—but with a strange sense of harmony that suited the spoon perfectly.