SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Leon's hand hovered over the mile-wide crater, his expression unreadable. What he had forged wasn't just destruction—it was the start of something far greater.

But there was one thing he had not expected.

He was thinking of creating a lake for the people so they could have a supply of water.

Yet now, just from the size of the crater that stretched more than 2 kilometers, there was no denying the fact—it was a river, not a lake.

The air above the crater shimmered with residual heat, and scorched ground crackled faintly beneath his feet.

Now there was only one thing left for him to do to make it a real river.

Fill it up with water.

Despite its size, he didn't feel intimidated at all, as he was going to fill this up in no time.

A massive amount of mana surged inside Leon's body, and with a wave of his hand, he started to release a large amount of water created by his magic. As if a dam had been broken, it started pouring down inside the empty river.

Yet it was just a drop in the lake. It took minutes of travel just for the water to hit the surface of the solid ground, which released a sound.

A deep, booming splash echoed like thunder, sending a ripple of vibration through the ground.

The scent of wet stone and fresh earth filled the air as the water thundered down. Some stumbled back, shielding their eyes from the explosive mist. Others dropped to their knees, convinced they were witnessing a miracle.

Everyone now understood what their God was trying to do—they witnessed the sight in silence.

A myth was being created in front of them; their eyes were glued to their God alone.

Mouths parted. Backs straightened. Knees that had once knelt now trembled—not in fear, but in reverence.

Most of the people had come to the conclusion by now about what the terrifying presence they had felt earlier was, which made them kneel from the pressure alone.

And this crater was definitely created by their God.

They got hurt in the process—

Yes.

But none of them felt any resentment toward him.

Just awe and reverence.

Their faith rose even more.

The fact that he had come to save them so quickly told them that he had not intended to harm them, but his godly might was so strong that even from kilometers away, just the shockwave from the creation of the river had caused them to get injured.

It sounded absurd, yet it was their reality—because a living God was in front of them.

Leon had spent all his mana, and yet the only thing he could see inside the hollow river was the surface that had a blue color now—a thin line of water.

Now the depth of the river was clear to him and everyone else.

Its depth had reached nearly a whole kilometer.

But there was not a speck of hesitation on his face—only calmness.

The air thrummed as invisible energy surged into him, and for a breathless moment, the ground beneath him hummed with latent power.

The mana inside his body suddenly recovered to its previous state.

In the next instant, his mana—1750 in total—snapped back into place, untouched. As if the world itself refused to tax a god.

If he were in his real body, filling this river would have taken quite a few hours, considering he would have to rest in between to recover his mana.

But not in this state, in which he was nearly invisible—a god-like entity with unlimited mana.

He still didn't understand the phenomenon behind this overpowered ability, but he knew that as he grew stronger, there would come a day when he would naturally understand the mysteries of his only mythic-ranked treasure: the Dimension Hourglass.

There was also the mystery of the Spoon of Infinite Soup he had to uncover in the future—the ownerless treasure.

Loads and loads of water had been continuously filling the river in creation. It was as if he weren't a man but the creator of a natural disaster. It wouldn't be a lie to say he was like a tsunami now—not created naturally but by his unlimited mana.

Slowly but surely, the water level started to rise, and in half an hour, a towering swell of blue stretched beyond sight in front of them.

It was like watching the sea born from the breath of a god.

A river. An endless source of water.

Yet their God had filled it up with water in less than half an hour.

People were now once again standing collectively.

Not because they were fond of each other—it could be said quite the opposite for many, who regularly had beef with each other. The slum was like a dog-eat-dog world. Killing was still extremely rare, but it could happen. When it came to food, fights happened almost every single day.

Getting food was never enough—it was a mission in itself to protect your own food. For those who eyed you like a beast if you were seen with food and they were hungry, only those who had caution and courage could have the honor to eat their own food.

Yet they still naturally came together.

Their ragged clothes clung to malnourished frames. Many bore the signs of daily battle—scratches, bruises, and missing teeth. Yet now, their lips moved in unison, whispering one name like a prayer that had finally been answered.

There was only one reason for that—their faith in the one God in front of them.

Even those who had fought before or didn't like each other, regardless of that, they took part in the conversation when it brought up their God.

And the only thing they had to talk about was their God, as they had seen too much today—things that only the word "divine" could define for them.

Gossip was endless, even when they were only whispers, as their God was standing just a few meters away from them, so they didn't dare use a high voice.

Leon's commanding voice sounded again.

"Alright, this solves the problem of water for now. But be careful using water from the river. Do not let those near the river who don't even know how to swim."

"The river is deep. They will die."

All of them had quite a few things on their minds when they heard his divine voice.

As to how he could say this massive river had solved their problem of water for now—it would be defined as a lifeline for many generations of theirs.

And they knew how deep the river was. They had seen it with their very eyes. It made them shiver. Nobody would be foolish enough to dare play around with it.

Then, with a flick of his wrist—A faint hum preceded the ripple in the air, and then—pop, pop, pop—items blinked into existence, glowing softly, suspended midair like offerings from the heavens.