SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Hundreds of leather armors floated silently in midair—sleeves outstretched as if worn by ghosts. But that wasn't all. Spears, swords, daggers, and bows shimmered beside them, suspended like offerings from a god.

The air shimmered faintly around the suspended armors. A soft, magnetic hum echoed in their ears, barely audible yet impossible to ignore. Light reflected off the dull blades like moonlight on still water. The crowd stood frozen—awed, breathless—as if afraid one wrong move would make the gifts vanish.

Leon still hadn't found good items that could be used in here to advance the development of his world. For the time being, when they had nothing to do, they should at least train.

And it was part of his plan, as he wanted most of the people in his world to be awakened.

The ones whom he thought were ready, he was going to send to the Class Awakening Dungeon so they could awaken their class.

But still, it was a pity that there was no dungeon in his world. Yet that wouldn't stop him. He would just have to let them awaken their class in the outside world—but for that to happen, they had to become much stronger than this.

Besides the wooden weapons, there were dull metallic weapons too, which could be used in the later part of their story.

For now, they had to use their current clothes before he brought them casual pieces of clothing.

But he didn't want them to be solely dependent on him. They needed to be strong and become self-sufficient in the near future.

So these things were only borrowed—not theirs.

He turned to look at James, who was standing next to him, and said in a composed voice. Yet he still found it hard to believe how James had the highest faith in him out of everyone here.

He had decided to go a bit easy on him now, as the circumstances under which they met had made him cold and ruthless toward him. But now, James's unexpected faith in him made it hard to act the same way as before.

"James, you should be in charge of training everyone in there. There's no work to do as of right now, so push them as hard as you can."

"Once I'm back, I don't want to see them in this weak state. They should be proper fighters even when they don't have mana."

"Treat everyone fairly."

To James, his slave, his words were commands. He wasn't worried about him messing up. And also, there was the faith James had, which reassured him even more.

James bowed a perfect 90 degrees in front of his lord and said with his voice filled with awe and reverence:

"I will do my best to train them, my lord."

He had no experience in training others, yet the training he had received from the kingdom was etched in his memory. While he couldn't send them on missions like he used to, he would still make proper warriors—full of tricks up their sleeves.

They were taught that chivalry meant nothing when you couldn't even complete your mission. So you had to use everything you could to emerge victorious—or survive.

As only those who lived had the chance to try again.

Most of the people didn't have a positive reaction when their God assigned the creepy man from before to be their trainer. They were skeptical of his ability to train. But it was a decision made by their God, so no one doubted it.

Still, the image of his ugly face while drool leaked from his mouth couldn't be forgotten from their memory.

James could already feel their stares drilling into him, but he paid them no mind. The only opinion that mattered was his lord's. What his God thought of him now eclipsed everything else. He had a duty—and he would see it through.

All in the hope that, one day, he might witness deaths so violent, so glorious, they etched themselves into his soul like sacred scars—moments of carnage he could savor in the dark, grinning quietly as the memory replayed, again and again.

I can't wait for that day~

After James received his duty, he turned to the people, as he had to give them some motivation and implement some rules.

But from the faces of most of the people, it didn't look like they needed motivation, as they seemed eager.

Because never in their lives had they been given such an opportunity. Besides the fact that they were very eager to repay their God's kindness.

They knew—when you had no options left, you would do everything to find one, and even then, you got disappointed in the end.

Everyone of them had experienced this pain. They couldn't work in the shops—they couldn't even enter them. In the city, there were not many places where they could roam freely. But then came the day when, without any warning, they were locked inside a cage—left to die without any food.

This felt like the heavens had noticed their existence—and given them a chance.

This meant much more than Leon could imagine for them.

When their God's voice echoed across the square, the air around the floating armor hummed. A few children flinched. The adults didn't dare blink.

Not because of fear but reverence.

"Those who are not capable of training—you guys won't be left to relax. You will be in charge of maintenance of the weapons, setting up the dining for everyone, and helping others in whatever way you can."

Old people were happy to know they had been given the chance to train, yet knew their bodies couldn't handle it, felt bad—but now, hearing they had their duties, they didn't feel left behind.

An old man exhaled shakily, wiping his eyes with the back of a trembling, callused hand that smelled faintly of rust and dried sweat. Beside him, a hunched woman nodded slowly, clutching her wrinkled hands like a soldier receiving a command.

Leon could see that too, but he continued.

"All of these armors, which are given to each of you, are not yours—just borrowed. Once you have enough merits, you can repay them."

None of them was surprised. They would even feel weird if such good-looking armor was just given to them—beggars—completely free. Hardly anyone even gave them a few bronze coins in a month when they were out on the streets.

Being given such expensive-looking armor felt just wrong.

Rudy's mother wasn't rewarded, but that child had earned it himself by pleasing their God.

Even the girl Lisa had a dagger—but she still had to repay the credits.

They didn't quite understand how these credit things would work, but they just knew they had to work—so they would earn credits. So they just had to work hard.

Leon did have a proper system planned for the credits. This was his world—he didn't need to rely on the currency of this world or even his previous one. He would make something that would be best for his world and the people living in it.

He had some ideas, but there were some difficulties in implementing them. As the numbers would increase, it was going too hard; he needed to find a treasure that would help him make it easier for his world—in the Cosmic System Shop.

His sharp voice sliced the silence like a blade, carrying an edge of mystery that left the crowd hushed. Even the wind seemed to pause, holding its breath.

"But there is a way to make this armor yours—and earn far more. If you have the tenacity."

And in that moment, every single person knew—they had just been given a test.