SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Seed of Stormlight Heart
Leon’s mind flickered with intent, and the cosmic system shop materialized before him—a transparent golden screen visible only to his eyes, shimmering with otherworldly light. The interface scrolled smoothly as he navigated through countless treasures and artifacts, each more exotic than the last, until his gaze stopped at a particular item.

[26] Seed of Stormlight Heart — Legendary (Item)

Effect: Implants and evolves Lightning/Light affinities over time

Price: 150,000,000 Causality

Vendor: Lord of Lightning and Luminance

A smile spread across Leon’s face as he read the description. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Without even glancing at his causality balance—knowing full well he had more than enough—he purchased the item with a mental command. The transaction completed instantly, and the astronomical price made a dent in his accumulated wealth.

But it didn’t bother him much knowing it was for his Seraphine, who needed to be stronger.

Seraphine watched him with growing curiosity, her amethyst eyes studying his expression. She could see the smile playing on his lips, but had no idea what gift he was talking about. What is he planning now?

In the next moment, reality itself seemed to glitch.

The space in front of them fractured like broken glass, with fragments of existence shimmering and distorting, as an ancient box materialized from nowhere. The container was exquisite—dark wood etched with patterns that seemed to shift and flow like living things, bound with golden clasps that pulsed with barely contained power.

Leon caught the box smoothly as it appeared, his fingers wrapping around it with reverence. Despite his intense curiosity—he had never personally used an item like this before—he resisted the urge to open it himself. This moment was for her.

“This,” he said, his voice carrying a note of excitement as he extended the box toward Seraphine, “is for you.”

Seraphine’s expression was a perfect picture of confusion, a question mark practically visible on her face as she accepted the ornate container. Her fingers traced the intricate patterns, feeling the power thrumming beneath the surface.

“What is this, Leon?” she asked softly, though her hands were already moving to open it.

The clasps clicked open with a satisfying sound, and the lid lifted to reveal the contents within. Nestled in velvet that seemed to absorb light sat a small white seed, no larger than her thumbnail. But calling it simply “white” was a gross understatement—the seed shone with brilliant luminescence that made her eyes water slightly. Crackling lightning danced across its surface in miniature arcs of purple and white energy.

Beautiful, she thought, transfixed by the way the light and lightning intertwined around the seed.

“What… what is this?” Seraphine breathed, unable to look away from the mesmerizing display. “It looks completely otherworldly.”

Leon’s voice carried anticipation and barely contained excitement as he explained. “It’s called the Seed of Stormlight Heart. When you use it, it will implant itself within you and evolve both your lightning and light affinities over time. Your power will grow beyond what you could achieve through normal training alone.”

He paused, watching her reaction carefully. “It will fundamentally transform your connection to these elements, making you stronger than you ever imagined possible.”

Seraphine’s breath caught. She could feel the immense power radiating from the seed, could sense how profoundly it would affect her. But with that recognition came another realization—something this powerful, this extraordinary, had to be impossibly expensive.

“Leon, this is—” she began, preparing to protest, to insist that he shouldn’t waste such valuable resources on her despite how desperately she wanted it. The temptation was overwhelming, but she couldn’t accept something so precious without question.

“Use it,” Leon cut her off, his voice taking on a stern quality she rarely heard from him. His silver eyes locked with hers, brooking no argument. “You know I have plenty of causality. Don’t worry about the cost and use it.”

The firmness in his tone made it clear this wasn’t up for debate. He had made his decision, and her protests would be meaningless.

Seeing Leon’s serious expression, Seraphine slowly nodded, her fingers tightening around the box. “Thank you,” she whispered, genuine gratitude warming her voice. “I’ll make the most of this gift.”

“Good,” Leon said with satisfaction. Then he turned, his gaze sweeping across the mountain peak. “I’m going to practice on my own now. I need space to work with the light element without accidentally catching you in the crossfire.”

Without waiting for a response, he walked toward a different section of the mountain, putting distance between them. His form gradually became smaller against the eternal twilight as he found a suitable spot for his training.

Seraphine stood alone, staring down at the seed in the box. The brilliant white light reflected in her amethyst eyes, and the crackling lightning cast dancing shadows across her face. She had no instructions or guidance on how to use such an artifact.

How am I supposed to use this? She wondered, turning the box slightly to examine the seed from different angles. Do I eat it? Press it to my chest? Meditate with it?

But despite her uncertainty, her expression hardened with determination. I’ll figure it out. This gift will make me many times stronger—I can’t waste it. I won’t waste it.

She sat down cross-legged, placing the open box before her, and began to focus her senses on the seed, trying to understand its nature and discover the key to unlocking its power.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the mountain, Leon had already begun his training.

Calling forth the light element proved surprisingly easy. He was already quite familiar with it by now—had seen it used countless times, understood its fundamental nature, possessed skills aligned with its power. The radiant energy responded to his will almost eagerly, manifesting as brilliant white luminescence that gathered around his hands.

Good, he thought, feeling the warm tingle of light mana flowing through his channels. Now to refine my control.

He began shaping the light, forming it into different constructs—spheres, blades, shields, complex geometric patterns that tested the limits of his manipulation. Each creation required precise control, a delicate balance of will and energy that demanded his complete focus.

Time inside the dimensional space began to pass quickly as Leon lost himself in training. The eternal twilight never changed, providing no natural markers for the passage of hours or days. Still, his internal sense of time kept track of it.

A month passed in what felt like both an instant and an eternity.

During that time, Leon had formed countless constructs of light, each one more complex and refined than the last. His control had grown exponentially, the element responding to his thoughts with increasing precision and speed. The light bent to his will like an extension of his own body, flowing and shifting according to his intent.

His skill, Healing Light—learned from a skill stone long ago—had also progressed dramatically. Through constant practice and experimentation, he had advanced to level 30, each step bringing greater efficiency and potency to his healing abilities.

Level 30, he mused with satisfaction, feeling the skill settle into its new power threshold. That’s solid progress for a month’s work.

He was too engrossed in his training, completely focused on manifesting a particularly complex light construct—a rotating sphere with intricate patterns that pulsed with healing energy—when he suddenly detected fluctuations in the distance.

The disturbance in the dimensional space was subtle but unmistakable. Energy was surging, transforming, resonating with a power that he immediately recognized.

Seraphine.

Without hesitation, Leon’s consciousness shifted. As the owner of the time dimension, space itself bent to his will. With just a thought, he teleported across the mountain peak, reality blurring and reforming until he materialized near where Seraphine had been meditating.

The sight that greeted him made him stop in his tracks, eyes widening slightly at the transformation occurring before him.

Seraphine sat cross-legged on the ground, her posture perfect despite the obvious intensity of what was happening to her body. Right next to her lay an empty bottle that Leon recognized immediately—one of the elixirs he had given her before, likely used to supplement the transformation process. Beside the bottle sat the ornate box that had contained the seed, now empty.

The seed itself was gone, presumably already integrated into her body.

Seraphine’s entire form glowed with brilliant white light that pulsed rhythmically, as if synchronized with her heartbeat. But what truly caught Leon’s attention was the absurd amount of lightning crackling around her—not the yellow lightning he was accustomed to seeing her wield just like him, but something different. Arcs of energy danced across her skin in patterns of white and purple intertwined, creating a storm of power that made the air itself hum with electricity.

The energy radiating from her was immense, transformative, and dangerous to approach carelessly.

She figured it out, Leon thought with approval, watching the transformation unfold.

He had left before giving her any instruction because he was clueless himself, and he had confidence in her to use the seed.

He stood quietly at a safe distance, arms crossed, his enhanced senses monitoring every fluctuation in her energy. He wouldn’t interrupt—this was her moment, her evolution. But he would keep watch, ready to intervene if anything went wrong.

Come on, Seraphine. Please show me your new power.