[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-with-sss-rank-i-get-a-new-skill-every-l":3,"chapter-starting-with-sss-rank-i-get-a-new-skill-every-l-starting-with-sss-rank-i-get-a-new-skill-every-l-chapter-140":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting With SSS-rank: I Get A New Skill Every Livestream",{"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},385293,645,"Chapter 140: Fragment","starting-with-sss-rank-i-get-a-new-skill-every-l-chapter-140",140,"\u003Cp>[Kyle’s POV:]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that was my first impression of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl who had stolen my purse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, I regularly attended a dojo that was fairly famous for both its instructors and the quality of equipment it offered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During that period, I was taking multiple classes at once, including martial arts for self-defense and archery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place was called Bridman Dojo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I usually arrived there around five in the evening after finishing my first home tuition session, and I stayed until eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours were dedicated to combat training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining hour belonged to archery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father never cared about when I returned home, so after classes ended, I often stayed behind to continue practicing my aim alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I refused to come second in the only thing I was even remotely good at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archery was the one skill that never disappointed Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But talent alone never carried me there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t some naturally gifted prodigy blessed with flawless instincts. Every inch of my skill had been carved out through relentless effort. I trained until my fingers split open, until the bowstring scraped my skin raw, until the cuts across my hands hardened into calluses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again and again, I forced myself forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if I wanted to master the bow, effort was the only thing I had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why I stayed an extra hour at the dojo almost every day, devoting myself entirely to archery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By eight o’clock, most of the students had already gone home, leaving the place nearly empty except for a handful of staff members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One evening, while putting away my equipment, I noticed someone rushing out of the locker room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t tell whether it was a boy or a girl. All I knew was that they worked at the dojo. I had seen them several times before, usually cleaning the floors in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, I found out they had stolen my purse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My identification card was inside it, along with my monthly allowance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t remember the details very clearly after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point during the punishment, I blacked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I woke up the next morning, there was a bandage across my left cheek, and my left hand had swollen badly enough that even moving my fingers hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t think much of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain was normal by then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when I arrived at the dojo, my martial arts instructor immediately noticed my condition and urged me to take a break for a few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked genuinely disturbed despite having nothing to do with any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he asked me what had happened to me that caused the punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, I caught sight of the same person who had stolen my purse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My combat instructor was an extremely strict man. He never tolerated lies, cheating, or dishonesty of any kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow, the moment our eyes met, I understood what would happen if I pointed at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would suffer the same way I had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, I viewed every adult through the same lens as Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unforgiving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lied to my instructor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days later, I found my purse sitting inside my locker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half the money was still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with a small note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’My grandmother was sick and I needed money for medicine. I am sorry... and thank you.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t remember exactly what expression I had while reading it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I do remember the strange warmth spreading through my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had appreciated me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had thanked me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that age, my understanding of emotions was honestly twisted beyond reason. Even now, when I think back to that moment, the clearest memory I have is of the tears quietly falling from my eyes as I held that note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was my first impression of Veronica.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But an honest one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Third Person POV:]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle slowly opened his eyes, his vision greeted by faint silver light spilling across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bit by bit, clarity returned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft mattress beneath his body, the sterile white ceiling above, and the sharp scent of disinfectant lingering in the air made it obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in a hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing he remembered was Ava gravely injuring him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had provoked him perfectly, deliberately spewing vile words about Layena until anger drowned out his judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had fallen for it completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment rage overtook him, he charged straight at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking back on it now, even Kyle himself would call it irrational. He had done exactly what his opponent wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet strangely enough...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t regret it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Ava groan in pain, even for a moment, hurting her even slightly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory brought him a deep sense of satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do you feel?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle turned slightly toward the left and first noticed a sleeping figure resting beside the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amanda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head leaned awkwardly against the bedframe, eyes closed, clearly having fallen asleep while waiting for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The position looked terribly uncomfortable, but instead of waking her, Kyle shifted his gaze toward the actual speaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah... I’m fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veronica stood nearby, watching him closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concern was plainly visible in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now that he looked carefully, Kyle noticed the faint traces of redness lingering around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had cried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a soft voice, Kyle said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You never mentioned anything about your grandmother...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veronica froze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze trembled faintly as she stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kyle... you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I remember parts of it,\" he admitted quietly. \"I never really asked you back then, did I? About your guardians?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a few moments, Veronica said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked genuinely shaken that, out of all the blurred memories from that time, he still remembered her grandmother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, a faint smile appeared on her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She passed away seven years ago,\" Veronica said softly. \"Though honestly... if not for the help you gave me back then, she probably would’ve died much earlier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle smiled weakly in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m glad to hear that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze drifted slightly, distant memories surfacing within his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Though... I wish I could’ve helped with more than just money.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered fragments of it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lonely girl quietly dusting windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cleaning the floors after everyone had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always silent and to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle slowly raised his hand toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veronica hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes instinctively shifted toward Amanda, who was still asleep beside the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kyle didn’t seem concerned about that right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew he would have to explain everything to his girlfriend eventually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, all he wanted was to feel Veronica’s presence beside him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, Veronica slowly stepped forward and gently took his hand into hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warmth of her skin made Kyle release a quiet sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comforting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost nostalgic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, Kyle spoke softly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me some time, Veronica...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers weakly tightened around hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think... I’ll remember everything eventually. About you... about us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile appeared on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And somehow, I can already tell those memories will be beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veronica’s eyes glistened almost instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moisture gathered faintly at the corners as a soft, radiant smile bloomed across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll wait for you,\" she whispered while nodding gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>°°°°°°°°°\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A\u002FN:- I felt that memory part could be done best in first person. Thanks for reading.\u003C\u002Fp>",1250,"2026-05-30T06:17:25.040Z","2026-06-01T04:30:31.323Z",1,"novelbin.me","a04a948d76c9617cf2caf613bd047b833e4c7ef027be005a77accf9d9d5ef3dd","starting-with-sss-rank-i-get-a-new-skill-every-l-chapter-141","starting-with-sss-rank-i-get-a-new-skill-every-l-chapter-139",176,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-with-sss-rank-i-get-a-new-skill-every-l-cover.jpg"]