SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

You Will Burn in Hell

Yeah.

That was the heading of the first chapter. It shocked him somewhat, but he began reading anyway.

The more he read, the weirder he felt about the first chapter. It finished, yet there was nothing—even the slightest bit—that could help in any way.

In summary, the chapter told him how much of a sinner he was and that the only path for him to redeem himself was by submitting to their god, so that he could show the so-called lost one the right path.

Ignoring all this, Leon continued. Two hours had passed, and the first book was finished.

Did he have an opinion about the book?

Yes.

He had not just one but many. The amount of manipulation in this so-called holy book was too much. Using fear, hope, dreams, and anything he could think of just to get people to join their church—it was a book filled with many brainwashing attempts, targeting the weak emotions in people.

What a shitty book.

He continued and moved on to the next book. He even finished that, and still found nothing important in it.

So, onto the next one.

Time ticked like a falling rainbow. The growth of the divine energy inside his body was now close to being halted due to his being in the same dimension.

More than five hours had passed.

There was nothing close—or even slightly related—to his topic here. They didn't teach much about the Holy Element and instead praised it endlessly as the best affinity in the world.

That was not all. He had learned about their fanatical belief and the insane idea that anyone in the world who rejected their Almighty God was a sinner. The blatant mockery was visible in each book, despite the flowery prose trying to cover it up.

But there was one thing that fascinated him.

A ritual done by the Church of the Almighty.

Every single night, they would launch a parade, taking torches in their hands. Everyone in the church joined—no one was an exception, no matter who it was, pope or anyone...

The streets would come alive with the flickering glow of hundreds of torches, the mingled scents of burning oil and incense hanging heavy in the night air. Distant chants—low, rhythmic, and haunting—reverberated between stone walls, growing louder with each passing step.

That was freaky in itself, as they did it every night. If he were sleeping and looked out the window to see a parade of thousands of people in fanatical robes with torches in their hands...

The thought made his skin crawl; he imagined the flutter of curtains in the draft, the faint hiss and crackle of distant flames, the shiver running down his spine as shadows danced across his walls.

I would definitely assume that today is the day they would sacrifice a virgin maiden or young children. Some crazy thing would go on with that horrifying march.

Yet what they actually did was completely different and unexpected to him—and it even changed quite a bit of his perspective on the Church of the Almighty.

They had garnered his interest, seeing their mysterious ways.

What did they do when their parade of thousands with burning torches traveled around the city?

They showered it.

Showered it with what?

Something that made no sense to him. At least not yet.

The Church of the Almighty—the same church which extorted money from their customers like never before, milking them dry...

And went as far as to come up with a monthly subscription plan for their Holy Pendant. Whoever thought of that idea in this world was definitely born a capitalist, not leaving any opportunity to take people's treasures...

Yet these same people contradicted the very nature he had derived from their previous behavior.

They showered the streets with their wealth, throwing treasures like gold, silver, platinum, diamonds, rare gemstones—anything that could be considered treasure, short of weapons—they threw it on the street as if it were a worthless piece of coal.

Throwing these treasures as if they were disregarded filth. Yet by day, they extorted the same treasures.

Only to throw them on the streets at night. That made no sense to him, no matter how much he tried.

And it wasn't like they were doing this to show off their wealth.

This strange ritual had been happening for millions of years.

The Church of the Almighty had another title—The Poorest Church.

People would awaken every night just to get a hand on this free treasure. The pathways they crossed during their march were rumored to turn red every day—not because it was some strange effect of the ritual—

But because of how much bloodshed and chaos it would cause inside the cities.

By dawn, the stone streets were stained with streaks of crimson, the metallic tang of blood lingering beneath the scent of trampled flowers and spilled wine. Faint cries and shouts would echo through the alleys long after the parade had passed, a sharp reminder that greed, not faith, ruled these nights.

Yet no one ever stopped them. He kind of understood why. The fact still remained—despite being one of the poorest churches, they were undeniably strong, enough to compete with the Church of Life and Church of Light.

Their prices listed in the shop were exorbitant, but they still filled almost 30% of the entire Cosmic System Shop when it came to items related to healing and purification. They even held the same monopoly in those fields.

He couldn't fathom how much influence these churches had—millions upon millions of items—60% of it controlled by these two churches alone. And another 33%—the highest share—by the Church of Almighty.

He can still picture rows upon rows of shimmering icons in the Cosmic System Shop, each one marked with the insignia of a great church—scarlet, gold, and silver flashing beneath his gaze like banners in a storm.

And the rest by different groups.

This just showed him how influential and powerful these churches were.

It was the Cosmic System Shop they were controlling—not just some random toy store.

He had never seen anything like it when searching for other items.

The price near the houses from where the mysterious parade passed, while filling the streets with treasures, had always been very high.

But only those who had the guts and strength to take the treasure from the Pathway of Blood could survive there.

While it was like an opportunity, at the same time, it was a path where only violence and blood awakened as the parade peacefully walked by, but only caused destruction behind.