Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 194: ProudSSS RANKED AWAKENING: ALL MY SKILLS ARE AT LEVEL 100C194: Proud
Chapter 194: Proud
The silence was so complete it seemed the arena itself had forgotten how to breathe.
Which was broken by...
The clapping sound echoed from the highest floor.
Leon looked at the girl lying unconscious in the distance. He had controlled his strength perfectly, but he didn't take into account that his body seemed to be a lot more different than before.
He still remembered the message from the system, which told him about how his race had changed after the crazy transformation that happened when he touched the golden clone made out of the weird energy of himself, inscribed with ancient symbols.
Leon had left in a hurry without checking his status, because he knew he was late for the festival.
His eyes darted to the upper floor where he saw Seraphine clapping for him, and he couldn't help but show a warm smile at her pure support.
And then he looked at the announcer with scrutiny.
Is this man trying to make me responsible for taking her life?
Leon raised an eyebrow. Someone get this guy a script before he short-circuits.
He cleared his throat loudly.
"Ahem!"
"Shouldn't you—"
His voice was cut short as the announcer came to his senses. Never in his history of hosting had he seen such a one-sided victory, especially when this white-haired, strange man had been considered a topper of the academy.
But not anymore, as she had been eliminated in her first match.
"THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS LEON, OUR NEW DARK HORSE!"
The silence of the audience broke with this announcement. People's lungs filled up to the brim with air, and with that very air, they chanted his name.
"LEON!"
"LEON!"
"LEON!"
They had forgotten all the support they once had for Emily, the Queen of Deceit. They were here for blood-pumping fights between Awakeners, and he had given them just that.
Only the name of the victor was chanted in the arena as always. The defeated would be forgotten.
He had not cheated. Yes, he was arrogant, but it didn't matter. When he gave them a victory, they would chant for him all day.
Leon felt the switch was too quick, as if he were an older man with a lot of money.
If he hadn't won—which was impossible—they would have mocked him instead.
But he didn't care for all that when his primary motive for being here was to settle his scores. Turning his face, his mystical eyes locked with Malveric and the Crown Prince at the same time.
They flinched under his gaze, which made him feel delighted.
This is just the start. You guys have much more to face later on.
After giving the verdict of the match, the announcer, who was also the referee, quickly arrived at Emily's body, seeing her condition up close.
He quickly called out to the medics specially hired from the Church of Life.
"Medics, quickly, take her away!"
The four priestesses, cloaked in white with green patterns and shiny outlines, quickly took her into emergency care for healing.
Leon felt the glares from the priestesses of the church as they carried Emily. He only whistled an imaginary tune and avoided their eyes.
He hadn't meant to hurt her that much—it had just happened...
His match was over. His legs bent slightly as he launched himself to the first floor of the circular arena, then onto the second.
Wind rushed past his ears as he leapt upward, the stone beneath his feet groaning from the pressure of his launch. His boots cracked a thin layer of dust on impact with the next platform, leaving behind faint fractures like spiderwebs in the marble. Gasps trailed behind him, each floor more stunned than the last.
The cheers from that floor reached another level when he landed there.
But once he landed on the third floor, the nobles only held their silence.
Some looked excited, some angry, and a few disgusted. Most of it was negative attention, but no one voiced their thoughts or offered any support.
A lady's ornate fan slipped from her trembling fingers, clattering against polished marble. A viscount clutched his wine glass so tightly it cracked, red liquid dripping like blood onto his velvet sleeves. Murmurs buzzed between the rows like a swarm of hornets, only silenced when Leon's eyes scanned their seats.
Ah, nobles. So full of pride, so empty of courage.
He guessed silent politics were at play among these nobles.
But when he matched some of their gazes, they shrank back in fear.
For now, he kept calm. But the Causality farming would start after killing the Duke's son and pulling aggro from the kingdom. He would see how many of them actually stood up.
There was the Crown Prince, too. His turn would come right after Malverick. Leon had already given him a significant threat openly, and it was his duty to see it through.
With one last jump, he arrived at the fifth floor.
He walked straight to Seraphine, ignoring the constant stares he got as he walked.
I could have easily jumped directly to the top... I'm not sure if their arena will hold until the festival ends. I already created two small craters. They don't seem to have any magical equipment to fix them... I don't want the fights postponed because of me before I face the one opponent I want.
Once he reached closer to his seat, his face was greeted by softness. He buried his face deeper in her chest and ruffled his hair with excitement.
He didn't resist and gave in to the temptation. For so long, he had pretended to resist, but now he could do as much as he wanted without any care.
He inhaled her sweet scent of lavender and let his face enjoy the softness.
Hmm... so good.
Seraphine wasn't just thrilled because he won the battle. She was already fully confident of his victory. What worried her was the fact that Leon was gullible. She felt too lucky to have him.
She knew he wanted a harem, which was another matter altogether, one she didn't find a problem with in her beliefs.
Right now, it was about something else.
If he had gone easy on her opponent and won without beating her up, she would have been upset.
However, when she saw him kick Emily like a broken kite, she was having the time of her life. She was proud of him for not going easy on her just because she was a woman. He had even exceeded her expectations—he almost accidentally killed her.
The brutality—she loved it.
If one died, then so be it. All the participants had already signed a contract acknowledging the risk of death in battle.
It was still frowned upon when one student killed another for satisfaction, but it didn't break the rules.
So her Leon had done nothing wrong.
"Hehe, good job," Seraphine softly said.
"Hmm."
Also, he had become even stronger than before—not by a little but by a lot.
He hasn't used his mana once during everything so far... My Leon really is a monster.
The crowd had their mouths hung open. Even as the following contestants were introduced, whispers spread across the arena. At first, only a few noticed, but soon the sight created a wave.
They guessed the Leon guy from before must have had connections to higher nobles, likely a knight, since he had no surname.
But the sight in front of them—the infamous cold and ruthless commander hugging the same Leon as if it was the most natural thing in the world—shocked them profoundly.
Leon, sitting in his chair, made Seraphine sit comfortably on his lap.
For the entire next match, the arena was filled with gossip. Only the people on the ground floor were cheering and treating the game as usual, as they weren't in a position to see the sight of the century up there.
People below only felt the arena was much quieter.
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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 195: New Freaking Gains!SSS RANKED AWAKENING: ALL MY SKILLS ARE AT LEVEL 100C195: New Freaking Gains!
Chapter 195: New Freaking Gains!
After settling in, Seraphine curled up against him in quiet contentment, her eyes occasionally drifting to the scoreboard to see who her Leon would face next.
Meanwhile, Leon was enjoying the peaceful embrace of her body. At the same time, he decided to check his status screen and the messages he had ignored earlier due to time constraints.
The first unread message that popped up in front of his eyes made him feel upset and dissatisfied.
Leon gritted his teeth as his pulse thumped behind his ears. His fingers twitched involuntarily, jaw clenched hard enough to creak.
What the actual hell is this! How the fuck did this even happen?
[Backlash Effect]
[Natural Affinity of all the Elements has regressed to Rank 5 from Rank 4 for a month]
Which meant from his Rank 7 affinity, he now had only Rank 6—for a whole month.
Leon couldn't wrap his head around how this even happened. He never even had the chance to push his elemental affinity to the limit. Even then, he wasn't sure if this would have occurred, since he wasn't using some forbidden technique—just his natural control over elements.
He took a deep breath and decided to continue with the rest of the messages. He really hoped there wouldn't be any more bad news. He was expecting rewards, not getting nerfed.
Leon would be furious if he saw any more disappointing messages. Only the knowledge that his Race had changed gave him the strength to look further.
—
[New Title Earned: Anomaly (Divine)]
Seeing the rank of the title he had earned, Leon was thrilled, and he quickly decided to check the effect of the title.
[Effects: You exist outside all known systems.
You are no longer bound by the universal rules that govern Race, class, fate, or elemental compatibility. All restrictions related to standard cultivation paths, skill affinity limitations, bloodline compatibilities, or divine classifications are nullified when applied to you.
You were never meant to be here—yet you are. And the world will never be the same for it.]
Leon's breath caught in his throat. Goosebumps spread across his arms despite the warmth of Seraphine's embrace.
Seeing the effect, he didn't quite comprehend the actual advantages of this title. However, just reading the info that said he existed outside all systems and that no restrictions would apply to him made him tremble.
He was already unrestricted in elemental affinity—or so he believed—and he knew how overpowered that alone was. So he was sure this title was far greater than he could ever imagine.
Only the future would tell how great this divine-ranked title actually was.
—
Now Leon felt much better as he continued to the next golden screen behind it.
Another title. A small smile appeared on his face. He loved titles. They didn't need any mana to be used; they were like permanent buffs, and he could never get enough of them.
[New Title Earned: Myth Breaker (Mythical)]
Another higher-ranked title. Knowing the overpowered effect of the previous one, Leon had high expectations for this one too, so he quickly opened the detail window for the title.
[Effects: You do not defy legends—you rewrite them. You have shattered a myth once believed to be absolute. Beings of legend, divine prophecy, and ancient doctrine now see you as an unstable variable capable of undoing fate itself. You gain strength not by following myths, but by breaking them. Legacy Disruption: Whenever you defeat a being tied to prophecy, divine legacy, or a legendary title, you may absorb a fragmented version of their myth (ability, trait, or knowledge). Every age builds its gods. Every era writes its myths. And now—someone has come to tear them all down.]
Leon's breathing halted after he read the effect of this title.
For a moment, the world felt utterly still. It felt less like reading a title and more like being chosen.
He had only one word for it.
Absolutely amazing.
He couldn't fully understand the divine-ranked title.
Still, after reading the effect of this mythical one, just a rank below divine, it looked much more appealing because the ability was directly mentioned.
If I defeat someone legendary, I can directly absorb their ability, traits, and knowledge... this is just phenomenal!
Just this title alone felt worth all the suffering I had endured before. But he knew it wasn't done yet—there was still something left.
Let's see what my new Race gives me. I don't feel much different, other than absurd physical strength and the feeling of divine energy ready to follow my will like a loyal dog. Unlike before, when it was trying to tear me apart.
Closing the current window with just a thought, the one he was most excited about appeared, since he was no longer human.
[Race transformed from Human (Common) → Divinordial (Could not be measured)]
Leon's eyes shook. He didn't dare say the name out loud. He had learned that just calling the names of some things could be dangerous.
But the rank of his new Race Could not be measured. He didn't know what kind of Race this was, one that couldn't even be measured.
Leon's whole body trembled in excitement.
He couldn't tell if he was shaking from power or fear—or both. Even the divine energy inside him seemed to hum in response, resonating with his thoughts.
He couldn't keep his excitement in check and quickly opened the information focused on his Race.
——
[Race: Divinordial]
"They are the breath before existence, the word before thought. Forged from divine aether and the stone of creation, the Divinordials are the Race from which all laws flowed. Their words shape truth, their strength bends fate. To oppose them is to oppose reality itself."
——
Just by reading the description of his new Race, Leon's whole body trembled in excitement. The words seemed exaggerated, yet this was what he had become.
Seraphine, feeling the tremble in his body, adjusted herself more cutly on his lap, thinking he was too excited to be with her.
He moved on to the next thing, as his mind buzzed with excitement.
——
[Unique Traits]
# Leximancy – Law of the Spoken Word
Divinordials can speak short phrases that act as absolute commands over reality, bound only by their Willpower, Divine Core, and Causal Authority.
# Primordial Might
Their physical strength surpasses any mortal creature, capable of warping gravity with a punch or cracking dimensional rifts by walking unshackled.
Base physical strength is 10,000x higher than that of a peak human.
# Divine Energy Mastery
They control divine energy as easily as breathing. While mortals must convert mana into divine forms, Divinordials are born from it.
——
Leon's breath hitched. His tongue tingled—as if speaking the wrong word now might split the air itself.
The absurd, unique traits he had just read made him fully realize why that trial from before had been so unfair—it was almost a death sentence.
It all makes sense now... no wonder I almost died countless times.
Without even knowing what he was getting into, all in the hope of storing his divine energy, Leon had achieved something unbelievable.
Out of curiosity, he opened his whole status screen as he remembered how the numbers had turned into question marks even before he obtained his new Race. He wanted to see how it looked now.
But the very first thing he read made his eyes widen in shock.
A chill bloomed in his gut. The high from before shattered like glass.
How did this happen?
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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 196: Time has come.SSS RANKED AWAKENING: ALL MY SKILLS ARE AT LEVEL 100C196: Time has come.
Chapter 196: Time has come.
Just to satisfy a lingering itch, he pulled up his full status screen. The last time he'd looked, even the system had been too confused to show his stats.
But the very first thing he read made his eyes widen in shock.
A chill bloomed in his gut. The high from before shattered like glass.
How did this happen?
[Name: Prim Leo'el Divaneth]
He read his name repeatedly. His name had changed out of nowhere, and it had become a long-ass name.
His stomach twisted. This wasn't a name—it was a damn royal decree in itself.
Prim Leo'el Divaneth.
Reading the name made his stomach churn, as it reminded him of the time when he was on Earth.
His throat dried up. Even hearing it in his head gave him flashbacks to cringey middle school fanfics he wished he could burn.
In middle school...
No. Leon didn't even want to remember his past acts, which made him feel even more embarrassed now that he actually had a crazy long-ass name.
I will take this secret to my grave.
He quickly moved on, not wanting to look at it more than necessary.
[Level: 8]
[Class: Elemental Paragon (SSS)]
[Age: 17 (Soul Age: 33)]
[Race: Divinordial]
[Title: Hope Breaker (Common), Anomaly (Divine), Myth Breaker (Mythical)]
[Cultivation: Apprentice Rank]
[Affinity: All (Rank 6) (Temporary)]
[Strength: ☆]
[Agility: ☆]
[Stamina: ☆]
[Mana: 2050]
[Intelligence: 805]
The physical strength stats—Strength, Agility, and Stamina—were previously only question marks during his trial. Now they had become hollow stars.
It looked cool, but he had no clear idea how strong he actually was. Yet he did know he was far too strong. His physical body was beyond comprehension compared to before. The Primordial Might did say his initial physical Strength was ten thousand times that of a peak human.
His pulse beat hard in his ears. Every breath he took felt heavier—like the air itself knew it was dealing with something unnatural.
So he could only imagine how strong he was right now.
Time passed as he leisurely enjoyed himself, watching the matches between others. He hadn't found any interesting affinities after his first match.
He could have gone inside his dimensional space in conscious form to test out his Strength, but he chose not to. After so long, he finally had such a peaceful moment with Seraphine. Right now, he didn't want to even think about it—he just wanted to enjoy the warmth of her body.
Yet his peace didn't last long, as the following announcement from the announcer called out his name for the match.
The cheer from the crowd made the whole arena tremble.
This time, Leon was going to end it in one go. His opponent had a fire affinity, which he had already seen before, and there was nothing more left to learn.
But before he could even stand up, another announcement rang in his ears.
"Everyone, Carl has decided to forfeit the match, so according to the rules, the victory goes to our Dark Horse Leon!"
Booooo!
Jeers and curses were thrown at Carl for not giving them what they wanted, forfeiting like a coward before the match even started.
But the young man Carl, with light brown hair, didn't have the least bit of regret over his decision. Even knowing he would be out of the competition, since a single loss meant elimination, he stood firm.
He had seen the fight between Leon and Emily. That monster had made the beautiful girl Emily into a half-dead corpse at the end of the match with a single attack.
This was a woman—a beautiful one at that.
He had absolute confidence that his chances of dying were exceptionally high when the monster even beat up a woman so brutally.
Instead of shame, he was proud of his decision and his resolve to forfeit, despite the humiliation he would face.
He clenched his fists behind his back. I wanted to win. I trained for this for years. But I also want to live. I'm not ready to die in someone else's story.
Leon felt delighted that he didn't have to leave Seraphine's embrace to deal with small fries. He even hoped he would match up with Malverick today, or else he might lose his patience and start torturing the bastard who had been staring at them the whole time, his killing intent too obvious.
It was pissing him off. His patience wouldn't last much longer if this kept up.
All his matches were being forfeited by opponents. There was only one man who was ready to fight. Leon had seen him previously. He seemed to have two affinities, but both were low-ranked: Earth and water.
He could be considered stronger than Emily, since he was using many skills and techniques attuned to his elements.
Leon didn't even bother to stand up from his seat.
Mana surged inside his body, condensing into a dangerous spear made of ice above his head. He didn't use much mana, but the control he had and his intelligence made the spear a deadly weapon.
The ice cracked and hissed as it formed, cold mist curling off the spear like smoke from a blade fresh from the forge.
The referee was about to say something, but before he could, the spear launched with a resounding swoosh. The speed was too fast—even the referee couldn't react before it struck the man.
An explosion echoed, heard by everyone.
The sound hit like a cannon blast, rattling the lower rows of the arena and leaving a ghostly ring in everyone's ears.
Their eyes widened in shock at what had just happened. This was an apparent disregard for the rules.
The mist of ice settled, revealing the man lying unconscious on the ground, shards of ice impaling his body. There were no direct wounds, yet his whole body was bloody from the fragments.
The referee, seeing the sight, realized one thing—this man named Leon was far too strong to be in this tournament. He was registered as an eighteen-year-old with his ID, and he did look that age. Otherwise, he would have assumed it was some old monster pretending.
Because that power attack of pure elemental control had been formed in less than a second. Even he couldn't do that.
At this point, he could already see who was going to win this year's Academy Festival. It would be the first time an outsider would win the entire event.
"The winner of this match is Leon!"
Normal people were shocked, but they still cheered for Leon, as he had indeed defeated his opponent, even if it was done with blatant disrespect to the academy rules. He should have at least been given a warning, but none was issued.
They had seen something so outrageous for the first time—and they were enjoying it. This Leon was so arrogant that he didn't even bother to stand up from his seat to finish his opponent.
Instead of hate, thunderous chants of his name filled the arena.
The very walls of the arena seemed to vibrate with the force of their voices—raw, primal, worshipful.
LEON!
LEON!
The Headmaster of the Academy, sitting next to Aurealia and the Saintess, her seat deliberately lower to show respect, didn't even blink at the rule-breaking. Even she could see there was no point for this mysterious, strong boy to go down into the arena.
This arena was meant to showcase the strong, not the weak.
Headmaster saw no rule broken here. His attack had given the opponent time to react; however, the man was rendered helpless. It was an apparent, clean victory.
She couldn't help but look at him more closely. He had piqued quite a bit of her curiosity. He didn't even seem to be using his full Strength, yet he could defeat these top geniuses from the lower domain like nothing.
She even suspected that he was from the Middle Domain. But the thought faded quickly, knowing how hard it was to enter the Lower Domain—even for someone with such Strength.
—
Leon had a grin on his face, and he wasn't the only one. Seraphine, too, had a grin stretched across her lips.
The time had come. It was the quarterfinals, but he knew it would be the last match of the festival. From here on out, only chaos would follow.
"Malverick Arselin vs Leon!"
"Both opponents, come onto the arena within a minute!"
From across the arena, Malverick stood slowly, his eyes never leaving Leon. A faint smirk played at his lips—calm, confident, too quiet.
Seraphine stood up on her own this time. She didn't pout like before when she had to let him go for his first match. Instead, she wore a big, bright smile.
She looked at him, giving her last message before the real fun began. No more hiding, no more politics—for her, everything was going to end today. She would settle all her scores, and not just pay them, but drag them into hell for making her live in restraints for so long.
Her fingers clenched at her side. The sweet warmth from before was gone—her body now hummed with quiet, murderous resolve.
They think he's a monster? Then they haven't seen enough. My Leon would soon burn this entire kingdom down.
"Give him hell!"
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Show menu NOVEL BIN5Novel SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 197: DesperationSSS RANKED AWAKENING: ALL MY SKILLS ARE AT LEVEL 100C197: Desperation
Chapter 197: Desperation
Leon looked directly into Seraphine's eyes, his sharp gaze and confident smile reassuring her entirely.
And knowing him, Seraphine was not worried, but there was one more thing on her mind, something she had to talk to him about later. She had noticed earlier that his eyes had changed slightly after he came back, but for now, she didn't want to discuss it.
Malverick had already arrived inside the arena. His father had told him that if worst came to worst, he should forfeit the match, as they had already planned to take care of everything afterward.
But he wasn't worried. He had a trump card he was willing to use to make that arrogant man eat dirt. In the end, he would kill him in front of Seraphine—that would be a sight worth watching.
She wouldn't be able to interfere in an academy match. Kek kek, I would love to see the helplessness on her face when I kill him. She might even beg. Ah! I can't wait for it!
For years, he couldn't find a proper weakness of hers. Still, now it was right in front of him, one that even made a level-headed person want to offend the entire Seraphine Kingdom by disrespecting the crown in front of everyone.
Which couldn't be ignored.
This was all a blessing in disguise for him to put her in her place.
And it was Leon who was talking with Seraphine, which only made Malverick more determined to end his life today. His killing intent reached its peak when Leon kissed her on the lips and then jumped down as if it was nothing.
You are dead, bastard! You touched something that was supposed to be mine!
—
Leon jumped down from the top floor, his figure traveling through the air without slowing before he landed on the ground with a resounding impact, cobweb cracks spreading around him.
Boom!
Cheers and shouts erupted in support of both sides—it was not one-sided. Unlike Emily, Malverick was a contender for the top five, and his strength was far greater than hers.
And then there was the fact of his relationship with Commander Seraphine, which was going to make this match personal. Everyone knew this was going to be a brutal fight, and they were excited for it.
The air trembled with anticipation as both stood a few meters apart, only the announcer between them. He could feel the obvious killing intent from Malverick Arselin, the duke's son, and from Leon, who no longer wore his previous easygoing face but instead a ruthless, cold expression.
He knew this match was going to be brutal, one where one of them could potentially die. He had to remain on high alert in case one of them forfeited, so he could stop it in time.
This wasn't just duty—it was personal. For a talent like Leon, even in the Middle Domain, such a one was rare. He couldn't let him die from his own foolishness. This was the first time he brought his personal feelings into a match. None before had been worth the effort.
Phillips had the Headmaster's backing, so he wasn't worried. He could handle the animosity that would come if the duke's son survived.
As for the absolute rule of not interfering with Lower Domain business, he couldn't break that. Only influential figures from the Higher Domain could alter such things. Two such beings were present here, but Phillips knew they had no interest in either the Middle Domain or the Lower Domain.
Other than enforcing rules, they never interfered—especially with the Lower Domain.
It was surprising to him that they had even come here after hundreds of years.
But two important people were present now.
Clearing his thoughts, he looked at both combatants.
"Are you ready?"
Confident nods came from each side, one even mixed with slight mockery. Phillips felt that the ignorant duke's son didn't know what Leon's previous elemental control and attack had shown. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so high on his horse.
He fired a magic bullet into the air to signal the start and then moved to the side of the arena.
Bam!
While laser-focused on preventing any tragedy, he imagined the duke's son forfeiting in the middle of the fight. When that moment came, he would have to act swiftly to stop it.
—
Leon and Malverick locked eyes.
Let's see how much pain it takes to crack your pride.
Learning from Emily's defeat, Malverick didn't even consider testing Leon's strength. He directly used his Master's Rank Mana Body Enhancement, which he had achieved only a few days ago. He was confident in his strength, not just because of this but also because he had been given a treasure by his father—their family heirloom, which he always kept close.
A ring that would increase water affinity by one rank for half an hour once fully charged.
He still couldn't believe his father had given him such a broken treasure, even just for this fight.
I can never lose this fight.
He activated the treasure, and the whole aura around him intensified even further.
Malverick also used his Aqua Enhance technique. He wasn't going for a long fight—he was planning to one-shot this arrogant bastard. The sword in his hand trembled with water energy provided by a massive amount of mana, more than fifty.
That was around seventy percent of his entire reserve. He was going for the kill.
"You bastard, you are dead for trying to put your hands on what was mine!" Malverick's cold words echoed as his attack was about to be completed in a second.
Leon could sense the change in Malverick's aura. He was surprised; the man's water affinity was at Rank 6. He hadn't encountered anyone with such a high affinity until now.
Yet he wasn't here to entertain children's play. He was here to give Malverick hell. He had no intention of letting him put up a fight. The humiliation would come when Malverick started begging for his life, and Leon knew it would be soon. When that time came, he would give him hope only to crush it.
The arrogant words didn't affect him; he knew this fool would take them back soon.
The muscles in Leon's legs tensed.
Let me return your arrogance—shoved straight down your throat.
In the next moment, his figure blasted forward with a sonic boom, and Malverick was still busy preparing his finishing move.
Even though Leon hadn't used full force—only a fraction—the air pressure alone slammed into Malverick, sending him flying back like he had been hit by a bull. The wind knocked the breath from his lungs.
In Malverick's mind, the whole world turned upside down. Flying backward, blood poured from his mouth, pain erupted across his body, and his precious mana was wasted.
W-What is going on?! What is this pain? Why am I being knocked back? What happened?!
He didn't even understand how he had ended up in such a state.
Leon didn't stop there. He caught Malverick mid-air by the leg with one hand, then swung him like a sack of air before slamming his body down onto the ground.
BOOM!
From where Leon had gripped his leg, it was utterly crushed.
"ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Malverick screamed. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt. His legs burned, his head throbbed as if it were struck by hammers, his bones and organs screamed—all of him was in agonizing torment.
"ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!"
Another scream. Malverick still didn't understand what had happened or who had put him in such a state. His vision was blurry, his mind shaky. He remembered preparing to kill a pest, but now—how was he the one dying?
Leon looked down at Malverick's broken body without an inkling of sympathy in his eyes. Instead, dissatisfaction filled his mystical gaze.
He was just getting started. This was the one who had pestered Seraphine for so long, the one who had tried to assassinate him, the one who claimed Seraphine as his own. Now he screamed in pain like a broken doll.
Every scream is an apology I don't accept.
This is nearly not enough.
Another slam would kill him, but Leon didn't want that. He felt lucky Malverick had a healing element—this was going to be long.
Leon waited a few seconds while the entire arena held its breath. Duke Arselin was ready to launch a spell to save his son; the only thing stopping him was that terrifying young man who wasn't doing anything.
Why terrifying? He had already surpassed their Commander of Knights with ease, without even using mana throughout the competition. That speed earlier was just abnormal.
He even questioned if Leon was human or something else entirely. Still, he believed his son would be safe. The young man seemed intelligent and was only waiting for surrender.
And he wasn't wrong.
"Argh!"
Finally, Malverick could see clearly. He saw Leon staring at him like a predator, his strength terrifying. He was about to surrender, to accept defeat. But in his mind, it wasn't over. After the festival ended, he would kill Leon—with the help of his grandfather and the crown prince.
"I—" his bloody mouth formed words.
But a cold voice cut him off.
"Be quiet."
A horrible pain struck him.
ARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!
He spat out pieces of his tongue.
A realization he had never imagined crept up his spine alongside the pain.
I-I c-can't speak...
His tongue was gone. Those words had not been simple speech but an absolute command. He couldn't surrender now.
You don't get to surrender. You're mine until I say you're done.
His shaky eyes were left with only desperation and pain.
As Leon gazed down at Malverick's pathetic self, he was struck by the echoing sound of applause from above; it was music to his ears.
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Chapter 198: Don't you dare!
Leon gazed down at Malverick's pathetic self, and he was struck by the echoing sound of applause from above; it was music to his ears.
He didn't even turn his face to look at the source of this applause in the silence that had enveloped the whole arena like a plague.
The air hung thick, heavy with the iron scent of blood and crushed mana. Even the wind dared not stir.
Oh, he detected something.
Without even turning his eyes to look at the source of the attack, he could see it coming from miles away with his spatial awareness. The ripples in space around him shivered. To Leon, the trajectory of the blade was as obvious as a falling leaf in still water.
He didn't even move as the attack was too weak. He would deal with it once it got closer to him.
Swoom!
The weird sound was heard as he turned around to see how the announcer had dismantled the attack; the sword, made out of water, was aiming at his neck. A low hum followed his gesture, and the water blade dissolved into mist, droplets hissing as they touched the arena floor, with just the waves of the announcer's hand.
Interesting... I didn't realize that this man was using his affinity to make his voice heard throughout the entire arena. I had assumed it was just his voice enhanced by mana.
Sound Element.
"Young man! I am giving you one and only last warning. Let my son Malverick go, and I will let it be, or else the consequences of your actions would be dire for you and those you care about."
Duke Arselin's gaze was cold, and his voice completely threatening. The moment the young monster had cut his son's tongue off, he didn't even know how, which terrified even him a little.
A level 10 apprentice rank master.
Cutting his son's tongue and not letting him surrender meant this young monster was thinking of playing with his son, which he wouldn't tolerate. There was even a possibility that this madman would kill his precious son.
He couldn't take any chances, and this would be his one and only warning. Even if he was bound by the rules of the Academy, that didn't mean he couldn't do anything. Once out of the match, he would kill this brat.
As he couldn't tolerate his son getting mute and tortured in such a way, for now, he just had to make him surrender somehow, or else this would be bad, as his son's life was much more precious than his own, which he would take soon.
The threat was the thing he had assumed would work, as he wasn't requesting anything from a commoner like him.
Leon heard the threat of Duke Arselin, Malverick's father. He had no intention of ever going easy, and the fact that he had outright attacked him first despite the weak attack had already made him not want to pay any attention to what he said.
And the threat of his—after he was done with the crown prince of theirs, he would be getting an answer from Duke Arselin. Let's see how much courage he has left, then.
Not even paying any heed to his words, he looked at Malverick, who was wriggling in front of him on the ground.
The audience was holding their breath waiting for Leon's reply. Still, the way he just turned around without answering Duke Arselin, as if nothing, made them swallow their breath.
They were here for the competition, but now it was getting out of hand. Yet no one said anything, as everyone knew that getting into the business of nobles meant they could die without even knowing the reason.
This was the reason the cheers and taunts were usually silent when a high-ranking noble was in the arena. They never knew—an angry noble might kill anyone from the crowd after their humiliating defeat. Not everyone was like that, but it had happened many times before.
Leon's blatant disrespect made them feel quite giddy, yet no one cheered for him. Only silence ensued.
Phillips, who had just blocked the attack from Duke Arselin, couldn't let things go on like this. It would be a disaster for young Leon, whom he thought was a talent worth investing in.
His voice lost all its previous professionalism, and now it was like talking to a child.
"Young man, I think you should rethink before continuing what you are about to do. You might regret this later on..." Phillips said.
But on the top floor of the arena, two people knew there was going to be chaos in here from now on. It would be a disaster not for the young boy but for the kingdom of Shampain, which seemed to be targeting him and the young lady, who was also no joke compared to everyone present here.
She was the strongest one here, leaving aside the young man who had space affinity—a freaking monster in the disguise of an eighteen-year-old boy.
She knew he was the same abnormally strong thief she had caught before.
But Aurelia wouldn't let a massacre happen in her presence. Getting his revenge was fine, but if he went too far, she would interfere. She couldn't overlook it when she was here, especially when little Saintless was here. She had to leave a good example for her.
Loriel had a soft heart, and Aurelia knew it. The way she was looking at her right now, expecting her to stop this match, which she thought was too much. But she wasn't going to, as you had to be brutal to survive, and she wanted her to learn this.
The young boy was not doing anything wrong in her books, as he seemed to have an animosity toward this duke's son. It didn't matter to her who was right and who was wrong. She had no interest in such things. If they had enough animosity to try to kill each other, then they could very well settle it themselves.
Killing the duke's son was something she would praise if the young monster did that, or else she would be disappointed in him.
Either way, she would recruit him for her church.
—
Leon, hearing Phillips' words, could feel he didn't mean any harm and wanted the best for him, as to them it looked like he was giving up his life for revenge. But no one could stop him today.
Only because of his tone did he answer Phillips.
"I know what I am doing, so don't interfere from now on," yet his voice was sharp, as if to say that if he interfered, he wouldn't be as polite.
Phillips, hearing Leon's words, backed off from the arena and let him be. It was a pity he would lose a talent today, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
Leon stretched out his hand in front of Malverick. His hand moved like the blade of an executioner—slow, precise, inevitable.
Seeing this, Malverick, with his broken body, started frantically throwing himself around and screaming. At the same time, his eyes locked onto his father, who was on the edge of the top floor.
Malverick was sobbing.
"Faa...errr... ssshaa...vvv...meee...!"
Boom!
In response to his son's plea, the duke shouted with all his might and leaped down, as it seemed to him that Leon was going for the kill, and he wouldn't let it happen.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DAREEEE!!!"
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Chapter 199: Greater!
Phillips didn't sit still. He kept watching and quickly moved to interrupt Duke Arselin. There wasn't a trace of fear on his face. No matter what, the Duke was at the end stage of the lower domain. He was only at the Journeyman rank—Phillips was far stronger and could easily handle him.
This was the only thing he could do for Leon. Once the match ended, Phillips knew he wouldn't be allowed to witness the scene. The rules bound him. Before, he had never thought much about them, but now, they felt unbearably heavy.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
Duke Arselin's sword slashed directly at Phillips, heavy water energy humming sharply around the blade.
The pressure in the arena thickened, like humidity before a storm, coiling around his skin.
He had no weapon.
Yet, with only his empty hands—which held nothing, but somehow seemed to grasp something unseen—he met the incoming sword. It stopped midway with a loud hum, vibrating violently on impact.
A jolt ran up his arm, numbing his fingertips with a cold, pulsing chill. The ground beneath his feet shifted ever so slightly from the raw force.
The Duke exerted more strength, but nothing happened.
In the end, his hand was flung back by an invisible force he couldn't comprehend.
"Stop right there. Leave this arena at once. If not, I'll be forced to act against you." Phillips's commanding voice made the Duke freeze. In their last confrontation, he had realized the referee was beyond him.
His pride burned. Since the day he learned of the people from the middle domain, he had hated them to his very core—but he could do nothing.
Desperation seized him when he saw the monster boy from earlier. Leon's hand hovered above his son's broken body, and mana vibrated wildly in the air.
The mana in the air snapped and sparked, stinging the skin like dry static.
Just one move...
He just had to kill that boy from behind. Then everything would be over. He'd deal with the consequences later.
The Duke summoned everything he had in his arsenal to strengthen himself and leapt toward Leon, his sword glowing blue with a fully formed Aura.
Phillips's expression darkened the moment he saw the sword. He wasn't going to go easy anymore.
The air trembled around him. His Grandmaster-ranked mana body enhancement activated at full force.
The ground vibrated underfoot, threatening to buckle.
Boom!
Cracks formed like cobwebs across the reinforced black tiles as his figure blurred. In the next instant, he stood directly in front of Duke Arselin, small debris still flying in the air behind him.
Duke Arselin was shocked, but he didn't stop. Without hesitation, he slashed down with full force.
The attack took the shape of a sharp, fast blade, almost a complete Level 1 water Aura.
Phillips sidestepped the strike and drove his fist straight into the Duke's gut, sound energy vibrating violently around his knuckles.
Bam!!
The punch landed with a solid impact, sending Duke Arselin staggering five steps back, clutching his stomach in pain.
His eyes glowed with dangerous intensity.
I'll kill this bastard one day! He dared to strike a noble!
He regretted giving his son the ring meant for protection. In this moment, it could've been a game-changer.
NOOOO! M-My s-son!
His eyes darted to his child. He forgot the referee he was just about to kill. His trembling gaze remained fixed on the sight before him.
What he saw made his eyes widen in disbelief.
Standing in front of him was the same young man who seemed like a devil before...
But now, everything felt confusing to him...
What is happening?
He wasn't the only one shocked.
Loriel, the Saintess of Life, visibly shaken, rose from her seat. Her eyes locked onto the man she had, moments ago, condemned as cruel.
The light energy he commanded...
Her entire body trembled.
There was no doubt. It was life energy—a power belonging only to those with a direct connection to their god.
Every thought she had of him being violent and cruel evaporated, as if those feelings had never existed.
Now, in her mind, the man who had begged for mercy, who had tried to surrender—he was not the one in the wrong.
Because...
It wasn't just any life energy.
The sensation that overtook her very being made her realize his connection to the divine was greater than hers—even as the Saintess of Life.
Her vision blurred briefly—not from tears, but from the sheer force of reverence overwhelming her senses.
She couldn't believe it...
Yet the truth stood right in front of her.
Aurelia looked at Loriel. She could understand being surprised at seeing someone wield three affinities at once—two of which were space and life—but even she had overlooked the massacre for now, distracted by the monster they had uncovered.
A wide smile crept onto her face.
Still, the way Loriel was reacting felt exaggerated. She'd known the girl since she was little—this wasn't normal for her, not even in absurd situations.
Loriel's shaking eyes, her trembling body, as she stood up—it was unnatural.
"Loriel, what happened? Why are you acting this way? Your whole body is shaking. What's going on?" Aurelia asked, genuinely concerned.
Loriel didn't even hear her senior. Her eyes were locked onto the purest form of life energy she had ever seen.
"Ouch!"
A sharp burn seared her hand. She turned, glaring at her senior, annoyed as always. She had told her many times—she hated pain.
Aurelia repeated herself, ignoring the glare from little Loriel.
The light burn healed itself through her life energy. Even while her mind reeled in shock, she continued to glance at the impossible scene in the arena.
She finally spoke to her senior, knowing silence wouldn't help.
Her emerald eyes locked onto Leon, her breath uneven, her voice trembling.
"I can't believe it, Senior," she whispered.
She took a deep breath. She didn't know how to explain what she had just witnessed.
Before she could continue, Aurelia spoke, her voice soothing yet carrying a hidden edge of danger.
"I know you're surprised, but calm down. I thought something happened to you."
Loriel knew her senior hadn't felt it—but she had. She took another breath and said,
"That's not it!"
"Then what is it?" Aurelia asked, holding her breath. No matter how naive the young Saintess could seem at times, Aurelia had always seen her in a good light. There had to be something more to this reaction.
Her curiosity grew.
Loriel's voice was quiet, but the belief in her eyes was unshakable—bordering on fanaticism.
"Can't you feel this greatness...!"
"What greatness?" Aurelia asked. The look in Loriel's eyes made her pause. She had seen this before. This was no prank.
She swore she heard no sound around her—only the deafening quiet of something holy taking form.
"A connection greater than mine to the God of Life—in front of the very so-called Saintess of Life."
Loriel had forgotten everything—even the respectful manner she usually kept with Aurelia. Her trembling eyes and mind were entirely focused on the greatest thing she had ever seen.
The truth hit Aurelia just as hard.
She, too, turned toward the sight with intensity, her focus drawn to the bright green energy.
T-This!!!
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Chapter 200: BOOOM
While Aurelia and Loriel were busy admiring the unbelievable thing they had just witnessed, Duke Arselin was equally shocked—but for an entirely different reason. He couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
In that moment of confusion, it was enough for Phillips to throw the Duke outside the arena. Even if he hadn't gotten this opportunity, it would have happened sooner or later, as under his watch, the Duke would never have reached the actual match.
Duke Arselin barely managed to stay upright, using his water element to support himself. This should have been a moment of extreme anger, yet upon seeing his son healed back to his original state, he could only stare in confusion.
Have I been wrong? Duke thought
Malverick was even more confused than his father. Despite the pain he had felt during the healing process and everything inside his body becoming whole again, his tongue—which had been cut off—had not healed. He only looked at the man he had planned to kill, now sure he would be the one to die instead.
He masked his anger and malice, knowing this was not the moment for retaliation. His time would come. For now, he quickly stood from the ground.
Before he started running toward his father, who was standing at the edge of the arena, he looked at the foolish man who had let him live. He would repay this kindness by giving him eternal peace, later.
As this man shouldn't be left alive. He looked around the same age as him, but Malverick wouldn't lie—he was genuinely terrified of him.
He looked at Leon's unreadable face. Malverick couldn't comprehend what was going on in his mind. However, he didn't spare another moment and broke into a full-speed run toward his father. Only near him did he feel safe.
Duke Arselin felt a sting from the presence of the referee beside him, who wouldn't let him step into the arena. Otherwise, he would have already reached out to his son to check on him.
Seeing the blood at the corner of his son's mouth made his veins throb with restrained fury. But for now, he had to wait for his son to come outside the arena and for the match to be officially over.
Yes! Come quickly, come to daddy!
He couldn't enter because he knew, whether he liked it or not, the next time he tried to step in, that referee from the middle domain wasn't going to go easy on him.
One clash had been enough for him to realize the disparity in their strength.
His son was just one step away from escaping the arena, which meant the match would end, and nothing would be able to stop him from defending his son.
Yes, come to daddy!
Silence ensued across the entire arena. The audience was, to say the least, not happy. They knew this could be the worst mistake Leon had made. These nobles were crafty. Even a teenager would understand they would come for his life, despite the outcome, especially after nearly killing Malverick, the Duke's eldest son.
At least he should have killed him before going down, when he still had the protection of the academy's rules. Now, his death would be pointless.
With the silence came a sobering air.
Just when the Duke thought everything was over, out of the corner of his eye, he witnessed something unsettling—a broad smile on the face of that monstrous boy from before.
He didn't fully understand. His son was safe now. He was taking his final step.
But why is my heart beating so loudly?
In the next instant, the monstrous boy behind his son vanished, as if he were just a mirage.
Boom!
A blooming explosion followed immediately. Duke Arselin's expression sank. He tried to move, but an invisible force pressed down on him. He couldn't move an inch.
He felt helpless.
In front of his very eyes, the monster appeared. His son had desperately been trying to get out when he heard the booming sound that made him shiver.
Yet, he felt an unbreakable grip on his hand.
"Urrghh!" His bone nearly broke.
"NOOOOOOO!!!" He was helplessly dragged back into the arena, his tears touching the ground, his scream full of terror.
PLEASE!! DON'T DO IT!! I AM SORRY!!!!!
Despite his pleas, he was already spinning in mid-air, and then, with bone-shattering force, his whole body was slammed down.
Boom!
Malverick's eyes turned white. His whole body, every inch of it, was writhing in pain. It was agony—the very pain he had desperately wanted to avoid.
ARRRRRGGGHHH!!!
The stench of blood clung to the air, heavy and acrid.
"Is he still alive?" someone whispered, voice cracking.
"He's smiling while healing him—what kind of monster is this?" Another dreadful low whisper to himself by somone.
Crying and snorting, leaking from his face, he had been so close to reaching his father and finding safety. Now here he was again.
I want this all to end... No more pain... Please!!
He wanted to plead again, but he couldn't form coherent words. What he said only sounded like gibberish. Yet he knew the man in front of him understood. Only coldness remained on his face, which made his soul shiver.
The thought of getting revenge on Leon later completely vanished from his mind. Now, he only wanted to get away and for the pain to stop.
Duke Arselin bit his lip hard enough to bleed, but he couldn't even move. The cold eyes of the Headmaster from above told him that if he tried anything now, he would really die.
Just because people from the middle domain didn't interfere didn't mean he could do whatever he wished. Death would be inevitable if he blatantly disgraced them again, like before.
He couldn't accept that. Who would take revenge for his son?
Even when the force from above disappeared, he couldn't move. He only trembled in place, filled with hatred, knuckles white, lips bleeding, and eyes burning.
While Duke Arselin was losing his mind watching his son being treated like this, the Crown Prince, on the other hand, sat on his throne with his royal body trembling at the sight of the monster he had offended.
If I had known about his strength, I would have never supported that lustful fool Malverick.
He felt lucky that Malverick's match was with this monster first, and he was in the other half.
Giving up on continuing the competition was undoubtedly the wisest choice now. The brutal torture of Malverick had shaken him to his core.
I am so lucky!
Yet his body didn't stop shaking. It could have been him instead of Malverick, especially after how he had threatened Leon and his Commander, Seraphine, who was definitely his lover.
Phew.
A breath of relief escaped the Crown Prince.
Leon could see the look of despair on Malverick's face. This was what he wanted to see. All the schemes and tricks that had once filled Malverick's mind were gone. Leon knew it from the horror and incoherent begging that filled his ears like music.
All that swagger, reduced to a puddle of tears. Satisfying.
"This is only the beginning of what you started, Malverick. You have to experience much more... You've gone too far to be worth redeeming."
You lit the fire, and now you're crying about the heat?
This isn't a match—it's a damn execution," a noble muttered under his breath.
What does that even mean? Irredeemable? Malverick thought. His mind was in chaos. The pain was already killing him, and Leon's cold words pushed him further into madness.
The meaning of those words—he denied it every second.
N-No, it can't be.
Yet Malverick had no time to think anymore. In the next instant, his body was fully healed again by a bright green light. The warmth, which should have made him feel ecstatic, only deepened his despair.
The arena air thickened with sweat, fear, and something that smelled like molten copper.
"Naaaa...ww...whhhhhaaa..."
His scream was cut short. Immediately after healing, the brutal cycle of absolute torture resumed.
No matter how much he cried and pleaded, it never stopped. He regretted ever crossing paths with Seraphine—and especially this monster, who was even more terrifying than her.
Agonizing screams echoed through the arena from time to time. The audience began to shiver with every new cry. Even those who had cheered now looked pale. Yet Leon never stopped.
His face remained fixed with a satisfied smile, which made the rest of the audience utterly terrified of him.
Loriel, who might have previously jumped down to stop the torture, now watched with a neutral expression. There was even a hint of support in her eyes. Whenever the green light of life energy came, a testament to his divine connection, her gaze turned fanatic.
Meanwhile, Seraphine enjoyed the brutalization with a big, loving smile. Her focus was entirely on Leon. She found him even more attractive right now.
Malverick's agony was just background noise to her.
"Ki...ll...me..." his will broken. The only thing he wanted now was to die—to end the pain.
Leon's cold eyes gazed downward.
The moment felt right.
The screams had lost their novelty.
Now, it was just a cleanup.
I should thank you—this is almost therapeutic.
Seeing Malverick lose all will had made him think that he had finally understood his sins.
In the next moment, Leon's hovering leg came down.
Malverick only felt relief as he saw the leg about to stomp on his head. He feared being alive more than death. He just wanted to end the agony.
"NOOOO!!!!"
Leon ignored the voice and—
BOOOOM!!!
No one dared to cheer. Not even breathe.
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