[{"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-19":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},511668,769,"Chapter 19: \"Red Horn, No Mercy\"","sss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--chapter-19",19,"\u003Cp>Chapter 19 – \"Red Horn, No Mercy\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood was still fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon crouched beside the fifth body, fingertips brushing the blackened edge of a deep scorch mark across the man’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’One hit. No scream. No struggle.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood slowly, eyes following the trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charred pawprints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each indentation in the dust was deeper, wider than anything he’d seen so far. Even the blue-horned variant hadn’t left a trail like this. Whatever made these... it wasn’t just bigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was heavier. Hotter. Meaner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it had taken out five armed, candidates like they were scarecrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This wasn’t a pack. Just one monster. Fire-aligned. Strong enough to kill before a second breath. And I’m alone.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since stepping into this dungeon, Leon hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in his feet—but in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of stillness that came when instinct stopped whispering and started screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I might not win this one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t say it with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, distant growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Already?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved—instinct driving him to melt into the shadows, cloak fluttering around him. He took the left corridor, slipping behind a thick outcrop of stone, breath slow and shallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red horn. Molten eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf was massive. Easily twice the size of the lightning variant. Muscles packed under ember-tipped fur, every breath steaming with heat. Flames danced faintly around its paws, leaving scorched prints wherever it stepped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its horn glowed a deep crimson. Like molten metal before the forge strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned—nose twitching—and looked directly at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...No. Not at me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’At my Scent\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t think. Just pivoted, cloak snapping behind him, feet gliding over stone as he darted back through the corridor at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf had leapt—cleared twenty feet in a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon felt the heat before the sound caught up, and when he glanced back, it was already there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snarling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t have a choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He skidded sideways, dove through a collapsed stone arch, and drew both daggers in one clean motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright...\" he muttered, chest rising and falling. \"Let’s dance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf didn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It charged with fire underfoot, horn glowing like a burning blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first clash hit like a siege ram.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel met flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon was launched backward, barely managing to twist mid-air and land in a crouch. His boots skidded against molten-slick stone, and smoke curled from the hem of his cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fight was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue one had been fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon struck low. Quick slice to the ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf spun, flames bursting from its side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely rolled clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second wave came faster. A horn swipe—dodged. Claws raking wide—parried. But the air was fire, and the room was shrinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat poured down Leon’s back. His ring flared—once, twice—as new burns seared across his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wound refused to close completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his treasure was starting to buckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Shit. I’m not healing fast enough. One mistake, and I’m cooked.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He circled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—a ridge. A broken platform. Jagged above. Slippery below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plan formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Risky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was all he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon baited the wolf—faked a limp. Slowed his pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast took it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt backward, landing on the raised platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It climbed up—unstable footing—and just as it launched to strike, he dashed to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The platform gave way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf dropped a foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that exact moment, Leon drove both daggers toward its heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike connected. Deep. Final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the wolf howled—not in pain, but warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames burst from its core, a detonation of raw mana that caught Leon mid-air and threw him like a rag doll across the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed into a wall. Hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stone cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burns seared across his ribs and arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His daggers clattered beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And darkness nipped at the edge of his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight was still on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was out of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’’’’’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke curled off his body. Ash clung to his skin. The impact had split the stone behind him, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I’m still breathing.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon groaned as he pushed himself off the stone, body trembling, cloak half-charred but still intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms ached. Burns stung. The air felt like breathing smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The cloak... it ate most of the blast. If I didn’t have it...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t finish the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached for his daggers—one still gripped tight, the other a foot away—and staggered toward the collapsed beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-horned wolf lay in a pool of scorched blood, chest barely rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not dead. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon grit his teeth, wiped sweat from his brow, and forced his legs to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m ending this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dagger rose—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound. Distant. Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one. Many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shifted. A low rumble rolled through the dungeon floor like thunder on the ceiling of hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he heard it—fast, synchronized footsteps, too many for comfort, and too light to be human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That howl. It wasn’t a warning.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’It was a call.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the far tunnel, shadows streaked forward—five wolves, each smaller than the red-horned one but just as deadly in their own right. Lightning licked around their paws. Their horns sparkled with blue-white energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fire. Lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just variants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon’s heart dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his instincts screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If they surround me, I’m dead.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No posturing. No theatrics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just primal, pure fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—Nope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because this wasn’t a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolves were fast—too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their paws barely touched the stone, arcs of lightning flashing behind them like streaks from a stormcloud. They blurred through the dungeon, splitting off, trying to flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon didn’t bother with stealth. He didn’t care about silence. He threw his cloak into storage, forced his burning legs to sprint harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t think.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—his eyes caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crack in the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jagged seam just beneath a collapsed statue—too narrow for normal sight, but Leon’s gaze was sharp, trained. He darted toward it, kicked aside loose rubble, and slammed his shoulder against the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gave way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hidden gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon slipped inside—and instantly lost footing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tumbled downward, down a narrow stone chute, slick with dust and old magic. No light. No handholds. Just a sloped descent that stole all control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—Shit—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the wolves above faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Leon kept falling—arms tucked in, daggers clenched tight, as the dark swallowed him whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the distance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold, faint blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What the hell...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t have time to question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to brace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever lay below?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just hoped it wasn’t worse than what was hunting him now.\u003C\u002Fp>",1167,"2026-05-30T12:44:03.262Z","2026-06-01T04:31:15.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","a6300190e9d2658684cb7412ce4bdc49212507b803cd767aaf8ba7a4e8d52bf4","sss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--chapter-20","sss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--chapter-18",427,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-all-my-skills-are-at-level--cover.jpg"]