SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Xyra’s help was invaluable. Inexpensive, even. She was a being of immense power who could protect his women in ways he couldn’t. Train them. Elevate them. Keep them alive when the world tries to tear them apart.

The price was his body. His cum. And eventually, his harem’s participation in her education.

He agreed to her demand. Not verbally. Not through the connection. But in his mind, the acceptance settled into place.

Fine. You’ll get what you want. But I’ll get what I want too.

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He reached the entrance of the Ascension Tower and paused.

A headache was forming behind his eyes.

He had so much explaining to do later. Seraphine and Ira would have questions when he brought them here. They would ask about the mansion behind the tower. About the being who lived there.

He could lie. He could deflect. He could tell them it was none of their business.

But they were his women. They deserved the truth. Or at least a version of it.

It is going to be a long day soon.

He also couldn’t help but grumble slightly, thinking about how she had built her mansion right behind the tower. A place he knew he would have quite a lot of dealings with in the future. Even now. Every time he looked out his window, he would see those red-lit panes. Every time he stepped outside, he would feel her presence watching him. Waiting.

His cock stirred at the thought.

Damn it. I need to get myself under control.

As he stood in front of the gate of the tower, he considered the timeline. He still had ten to fifteen days since the opening of the Class Reawakening Dungeon. He didn’t think he had to go personally to inform Seraphine, Ira, and the others—Loriel had definitely already done that job. She had been teleported back to Seraphine’s location before he was stopped by the crazy woman.

Loriel. The crybaby siantess whom he had brought together with him to meet Xyra in the first place. He wondered how she was doing, whether she had told the others about the powerful being who now lived behind their tower.

He was sure she would have told about class reawakening dugeong and all, but not about his Xyra existence. It doesn’t matter to him either way, as it would be known sooner or later.

He would find out soon enough.

Before entering the tower, he had one more thing to do.

He reached into his inventory and pulled out the Tome of Eternal Practice. The ancient book felt heavy in his hands, its leather cover worn but intact, its pages crackling with stored power. He had been carrying it since the dungeon, waiting for the right moment to pass it along.

This was the moment.

The tome vanished from its spot in the next second, teleported across space to arrive directly in front of Seraphine wherever she was training.

Along with it, a message—a voice she knew full well—arrived directly in her mind.

Use it well, be prepared for the class reawakening dungeon Loriel might have told you about by now. I’ll be back soon.

The message was simple. Direct. The kind of thing he would say without ceremony, without explanation, because he knew she didn’t need one.

Seraphine, mid-swing of her blade in the training yard, paused as the book materialized before her. Her golden eyes widened slightly as she caught it, her fingers tracing the embossed title on the cover. The Tome of Eternal Practice. A legendary artifact. A tool that could accelerate her training tenfold.

Then the voice echoed in her mind. His voice. And she couldn’t help but smile.

A soft, genuine smile that softened the fierce lines of her warrior’s face.

She clutched the tome to her chest for a moment, feeling the warmth of his attention even from a distance. He was out there, doing whatever he did, and even in the middle of it all, he had thought of her. Sent her a gift. Reached out to her.

Her heart swelled.

Then she resumed her training, her movements sharper, faster, filled with renewed purpose.

He was coming back soon, and she would be ready.

Leon stood at the entrance of the Ascension Tower, the night wind rustling his hair. He watched the spot where the tome had disappeared, a faint smile touching his own lips.

Then he pushed open the gates and stepped inside.

He had warned her about the Tome of Eternal Practice. While it was a thing that could accelerate your training dramatically, at the same time, it could be lethal if not used carefully. The artifact pushed the user’s body and mind to their absolute limits, forcing growth through pressure that could just as easily crush a weak-willed practitioner. Seraphine was strong, but she would need guidance. She would need supervision.

That was part of why he had requested Xyra’s help in their training before leaving.

And yes—she had kept secret what she would ask for in return. Leon was sure of it. While their contract was conditional on her helping him with everything she could, that agreement did not extend to Seraphine and the others. Xyra was bound to assist him personally. But his women? They were outside the contract’s scope. She could demand anything she wanted for her services to them.

Still, even knowing that, Leon had asked for it. He was aware it was an invaluable thing to get, something that couldn’t be priced. The safety and growth of his women were worth any cost. But Leon knew he might have to put his body on the line once again. He imagined the smirk she had given him just from her voice when he made that request. That slow, curling smile that promised future trouble. That knowing gleam in her silver eyes said she was already counting her rewards.

The only good thing about it was that he had come to know she was a degenerate—but only a new one. He was her first victim. Her first taste of a man’s body. Her first experience with intimacy. She had no frame of reference, no prior encounters to compare him against. If it became the first and the last, Leon didn’t mind having a sugar mommy of an ancient being who, in terms of beauty, was also absolutely gorgeous but somehow resembled a nerd who watched porn. A goddess who had spent centuries spying on lovers and reading erotic texts but had never once touched a man until tonight.

There were worse fates.

Without further ado, Leon entered through the blue glowing gate of the Ascension Tower etched into its wall. The familiar spatial distortion washed over him, and he arrived at the same grand lounge-like area he remembered. A vast circular space with luxurious seating, ornate decorations, and soft ambient lighting. Various signs and displays lined the walls, providing information about the tower’s floors and facilities.

And in the center of it all stood a giant circular reception desk.

Behind it sat a woman.

She was gorgeous. Blonde hair cascading down her shoulders in perfect waves. Golden eyes that seemed to catch the light and hold it. High cheekbones, full lips, and an elegant posture that spoke of noble breeding. Her beauty approached Xyra’s level—not quite reaching it, but close enough to be striking. She was still a top-tier beauty by any standard.

Long, pointed ears framed her face.

An elf. Definitely an elf. He remembers seeing her last time, but he was in too much of a hurry before.

And she was looking directly at him.

There was a gleam in her eyes. A sheen of interest, of recognition, of something that made his instincts scream warning.

The first thought that entered Leon’s mind when seeing that gorgeous beauty was simple: Leave.

These too-beautiful women were trouble. He had just had a whole new experience with one before coming here. His balls were still empty, his cock still sensitive, his mind still reeling from the ancient silver-haired goddess who had sucked him dry five times. He did not need another encounter. Not tonight. Not ever, if he could help it.

Even without talking to her, his assumptions made it clear it was going to be trouble if he decided to engage with her. The way she was looking at him—like she wanted him to come over, to speak, to give her an excuse to interact—set off every alarm in his head.

Her role sitting there spoke for itself. She seemed to be staff, like a receptionist, probably there to resolve any questions he might have. But right now, Leon could not be bothered.

His strides never stopped for even a second.