[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level-":3,"chapter-sss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--sss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--chapter-17":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},511666,769,"Chapter 17: No rest inside the Dungeon","sss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--chapter-17",17,"\u003Cp>Chapter 17: No rest inside the Dungeon\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon began to move—daggers in hand, cloak hugging his body like mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And death followed, silent and unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three wolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two held in Leon’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One sharpened in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Right flank’s exposed. The middle one’s the alpha—slightly larger, more scarred. Third one’s jumpy, head flicking side to side. I hit the right first. Fast. Quiet. One strike.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon slid forward through the half-shadow, barely disturbing the stone beneath his boots. The Cloak of Mild Invisibility held. The wolves continued tearing into flesh, unaware that death now watched from behind their blind spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crept within five paces. Four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step. Draw. Lunge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade kissed fur and muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger went straight through the wolf’s neck from the side, cutting into the artery with no resistance. A soft grunt, a twitch—and it dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’One down.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon didn’t stop. He didn’t pause to gloat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His other hand pressed the cloak again, reactivating the mild invisibility just as the two remaining wolves jerked up—snouts twitching, eyes wide, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse of their packmate hit the ground with a final thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They snarled—but couldn’t see him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Keep it tight. No sound. Don’t let them guess. Alpha’s sniffing the air. Damn. It’s catching scent. Twenty seconds tops before it tracks me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon ghosted left, circling with silent precision. He calculated every step, every angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the alpha lunged—not at him, but toward the nearest cover, expecting a direct attacker to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrong move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon used the opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dash. Leap. Strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind, he drove his right dagger deep between the wolf’s shoulder and spine. It howled, but his second blade followed instantly—slicing into its hamstring before it could turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Lame it. Drop it. End it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alpha staggered—then buckled as Leon’s blade pierced the base of its skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Two.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed across the stone floor. Leon’s cloak flared and dropped—timed deliberately. The last wolf ’saw’ him now. Eyes wide. Terrified. Alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It backed up, tail low, growling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon just stared at it. Calm. Measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a single dagger and pointed it at the beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon exhaled once, steadying his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No more hiding.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf leapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dodged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swipe. Feint. Parry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its claws grazed his arm—barely. The Ring of Minor Regeneration flared softly, sealing the scratch before blood could flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon stepped back, used the beast’s momentum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then dropped, swept the leg, and sent it tumbling sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment its back hit the floor, Leon pounced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twin blades. Two strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One stabbed through the wolf’s lower rib.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other slashed across its throat, deep and final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splattered across his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf spasmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Three.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood slowly, breath measured, watching for any movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon exhaled, wiping one blade clean on the fur of the beast before him. The adrenaline in his veins began to fade—but only slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean. Fast. Surgical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his thoughts didn’t rush to celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they stayed... steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If I’d made a single misstep... if one of them got behind me... if the cloak failed...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook the thought away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory was earned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it never came without risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon turned back to the bodies of the fallen candidates—their faces pale and slack. He didn’t feel much. He hadn’t known them. But he gave a slow nod of acknowledgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rest easy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Better performance. Higher class potential. That’s what she said.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched, removed the mana cores from all three wolves—clean, efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then activated the cloak again and disappeared into the corridor beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Three cores down. No injuries. No wasted movements.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’But this was just the warm-up.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time blurred as Leon advanced deeper into the dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stone corridors twisted like a broken maze, walls carved with age-worn glyphs and veins of faintly glowing ore. But nothing caught him off guard. Not the flickering floor tiles meant to collapse. Not the thin threads barely visible across corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seraphine had trained him for traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Painfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’\"Check twice, step once. If you’re lucky, it’s just a dart. If not—it’s your legs.\"’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon moved like a ghost—sweeping corners, testing pressure plates, ducking low when the air changed. None of the rudimentary traps stood a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolves, though?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those kept coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more attacked near a collapsed bridge. Leon disarmed one with a hamstring cut and ended it before the second even lunged. Another trio cornered him in a half-caved corridor. He danced between them—sidestep, parry, counter—blades glinting, movement flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation. No theatrics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just efficient, clean violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time a body dropped, Leon crouched, retrieved the mana core, and stored it within the shimmering inventory tethered to his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system worked perfectly. But something kept scratching at the back of his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Too easy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never grouped in fours or fives. Always three or fewer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made him cautious, not careless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if there’s one thing he’d learned in both lives?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Easy doesn’t last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never dropped his guard. Every time he took a corner, his grip tightened. Every time he bent to retrieve a core, his ears strained for the slightest sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was real experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not training. Not theory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it showed in the way his body moved—fluid, coiled, lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leon from Grayridge would’ve died ten times already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Leon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was surviving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thriving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the next hall, through a broken arch, another wolf stood alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same height. Similar mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the others, this one had a single curved horn jutting from its forehead. Its fur shimmered with streaks of sapphire blue, threading through the usual grays like liquid lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even from a distance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked intelligent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes locked. Breath steady. Muscles still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’It’s not pacing. Not growling. Just watching.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon narrowed his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unique variant? Elite?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched low, cloak fluttering as he ghosted along the outer edge of the wall. The dagger in his left hand tilted slightly, ready for a silent back-thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get in. Strike hard. Don’t let it call for backu—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWASH!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bolt of crackling light exploded from the horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon’s eyes went wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted—just enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blast grazed past him, slamming into the wall behind and turning stone to molten slag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His invisibility dropped instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit the ground hard and rolled to his feet, daggers out, heart hammering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’It saw me. It saw through the cloak—before I even moved.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf stepped forward, slow, calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue lightning crackled faintly along its horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon didn’t waste time gawking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted his stance, eyes locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Well,\" he muttered, lips curling into a slow grin. \"Finally. Something interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’’’’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the wolf, its eyes glowing faintly with that cold, crackling energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Leon, crouched low, cloak fluttering behind him in tatters of half-burned threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stalemate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon’s breath slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That wasn’t normal magic. That was lightning-based. A monster with a ranged elemental attack... and it saw through the cloak. Which means either enhanced senses—or it sensed my mana presence somehow.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the daggers tightened, muscles coiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If there’s another one of these nearby... if they attack together...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t finish the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One-on-one, he had options. Tools. Even advantages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But two?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t Seraphine. He wasn’t untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Stall it? No. It’ll charge the second I hesitate. Close in fast? Risky if it has a second bolt. Flank it?’ He scanned the corridor’s jagged edges, noting raised stones and collapsed pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Maybe. If I draw it toward the broken arch and kick off the wall—’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf’s claws scraped once against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No time to overthink.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wanted to win, he’d have to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now.\u003C\u002Fp>",1298,"2026-05-30T12:44:03.262Z","2026-06-01T04:31:15.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","5b3be375f2214bc7d9860da1196ad0dc9156549b9ade68ac8c929f2070b21253","sss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--chapter-18","sss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--chapter-16",427,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--cover.jpg"]