SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

A chill crawled down Leon’s spine as he locked eyes with the giant. The air thinned, each breath carrying a faint, musty scent of sweat and old stone.

What is this feeling?

Just now, he had felt a chill down his spine, but this man in front of him was too weak to even touch the hem of his shirt.

The air between them seemed to thin, each breath carrying a faint, musty scent of sweat and old stone. Leon’s fingertips tingled with a cold prickle, as if the world itself recoiled from the giant’s presence.

Yet how was it that he felt so distant from this man? Most importantly, he wasn’t even awakened.

Leon’s eyes locked onto the giant man’s hollow eyes as he called out the status of the man in front of him.

He had to see it—what was it that caused him to feel this way?

Suddenly, a transparent golden shimmering screen fhuump appeared in front of him.

[Character Information]

[Name: Silas]

[Level: 0]

[Class: None]

[Age: 31]

[Race: Human]

[Cultivation: None]

[Affinity: Abyssal Affinity (Rank 4)]

[Strength: 10]

[Agility: 5]

[Stamina: 7]

[Mana: 0]

[Intelligence: 5]

Leon’s eyes narrowed as he read the name of the affinity this man had. He had never heard of this affinity.

Yet it felt ominous for some reason, because the chill he got in his body was due to the holy energy stored inside reacting toward this man.

Deep in his chest, the holy power pulsed hot and restless, sending a strange pressure up the back of his neck. Even the faint glow in his peripheral vision seemed to flicker uneasily, painting the edges of the world in ghostly gold.

The rank of affinity seemed low, yet his holy energy inside his body acted as if giving him an urge to just kill this man standing in front of him.

Should I just kill him?

The man named Silas was weak. He knew it would just take him a single spell to finish him off.

Yet he didn’t do so, as he looked at the little girl clinging to his legs.

He didn’t know who this man was—other than the fact he had found him in the slum—and why the holy energy inside him wanted him to kill this man instantly.

He had thought the boy with the Rank 5 affinity was the most special one here, but now he had a strange man who, on first meeting, had triggered a reaction from his holy element. It had been sending him constant signals that this man was a threat that should be killed instantly.

Never had any of his other elements acted in such a way. The holy element seemed to be much more mysterious than he had thought.

Leon had made a decision.

Despite the constant reminder from the holy energy, he had decided not to kill this man.

He had no idea how the Abyssal Affinity would look when used. For the holy energy to react in such a way, this man surely would show some unexpected surprise.

Whether to kill him or not, he would decide later on.

For now, he wanted to keep this man as close as possible inside his dimension, and this man had already earned the first spot to enter the Class Awakening Ceremony Dungeon just by this weird series of events.

Suddenly, the man bowed his head in front of him—his eyes still as hollow as ever. He also had no facial expression.

As Silas lowered his head, Leon caught the hollow rasp of the man’s unsteady breath and the subtle shiver that passed through his huge frame—like winter wind moving through empty halls.

Leon sensed that he wasn’t the only one who was feeling this way; the giant also felt something from him.

There was a cold face, but for this man, it was just blank. Leon even wondered if he was capable of having emotion.

He saw that the little girl had bowed her little head. The man had only copied after her.

Curiously, he decided to check the status of the little girl, too. She had called the abnormal giant her dad. He wanted to see what type of affinity she would have.

But one thing was sure without checking her status—she didn’t have Abyssal Affinity, as his holy energy had no reaction to her at all.

With just a thought in his mind, the information of the little girl appeared in front of his eyes in the form of a transparent screen.

[Character Information]

[Name: Maira Frost]

[Level: 0]

[Class: None]

[Age: 5]

[Race: Human]

[Cultivation: None]

[Affinity: Ice Affinity (Rank 5)]

[Strength: 4]

[Agility: 3]

[Stamina: 3]

[Mana: 0]

[Intelligence: 6]

What...?

The first thing he noticed was her name—Maira Frost. She had a surname, and the man she had claimed to be her dad didn’t have any surname at all.

There was definitely something fishy here.

Yet another thing that shocked him was her affinity—a Rank 5 Ice Affinity. He hadn’t checked the affinities of every person when he came last time secretly.

But among a hundred or so people, out of all, only one had caught his attention—the boy with Rank 5 affinity and burning hatred in his eyes.

Yet now, he had found another. He didn’t believe Rank 5 affinities were that common in this world, although he had found two in one place.

After receiving the gratitude of this father and daughter, other beggars followed after, as they, in their own way, thanked him for healing them.

Their voices quivered—some thick with tears, others hushed and reverent. Leon felt the brief, desperate touch of rough hands brushing his cloak, leaving behind the earthy smell of fear and hope mingled together.

Without wasting any more time, he opened up the portal to his dimensional space, and one by one, slowly, everyone entered inside. Many were hesitant at first, but when the first few people entered without any fear, everyone followed after.

The shimmering gateway crackled with faint silver energy, its surface rippling like water in moonlight. Each step through was met with startled gasps and the shuffle of bare feet on cold stone.

Then came the next batch of beggars. Just like before, the same process, and finally, he sent them all inside his Dimensional Hourglass.

Now there stood the last and final batch of people in front of him. There weren’t just a hundred or so people left.

He kept an eye on a certain boy who looked to be around 14—clothes torn, body beaten and bruised. He had thought the giant from before was the most beaten up, but he was wrong. Other than his body—

There were a few who were unconscious, too.

The magic’s glow illuminated bruised faces and matted hair, and Leon could hear shallow, ragged breaths steadying as wounds knit shut beneath his power.

He had to perform healing first on them instead of giving them food.

Their surprise and awe came first. Then the soup was distributed among them.

The aroma of hot broth drifted across the crowd, mixing with the lingering scent of fresh rain from the healing. Hungry hands cupped steaming bowls, their fingers aching from both relief and exhaustion.

But Leon’s gaze lingered on the boy, who only touched his food after a long, silent five minutes—eyes darting, every muscle tense, as if waiting for something—or someone.