SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Mythical Armor
As the armor appeared, encased in a protective thick glass that seemed filled with glitter, it was shining in such a magnificent way that Leon’s breath caught in his throat.

Inside the crystalline casing was the armor itself—and it mesmerized him with just how majestic it looked. Deep crimson scales overlapped in perfect harmony, each one edged with veins of molten gold that pulsed with inner light. The chest plate bore the emblem of a roaring dragon, its eyes seemingly alive with ancient fire. Gauntlets curved like claws, greaves shaped like powerful draconic legs, and a helm with swept-back horns completed the set.

This is… beyond anything I imagined.

The monster had by now realized that, for some reason, it couldn’t touch the human in this new place. However, as the armor appeared from the strange glitch in reality—just like the other skills and techniques before, which the human had stored inside his storage—its instincts screamed at it.

Every fiber of its being demanded action.

Without hesitation, the creature charged at full power, putting everything it had into its speed. Not only that, but for the first time in their confrontation, the monster burned its mana reserves to boost its movement even further—a technique it normally reserved for when there was absolutely no other option left.

But its instincts told it to get that armor at any cost.

And that’s exactly what the creature did.

WHOOOOOOSH!

Leon was slightly distracted by the armor’s magnificence. He noticed the monster’s approach a millisecond later than he should have.

The monster’s claw-like hand was already on the casing of the mythical armor.

Shit!

He was about to teleport it back to its starting position—

However, what happened next made his eyes widen in complete surprise.

FWOOOOSH! CRACK!

The monster was sent flying backward like a kite caught in a hurricane, some invisible force repelling it violently from the armor’s protective casing. And along with its flight, Leon could hear its heartwrenching scream tearing through the dimensional space.

AHHHHHHHH!!!

THUD!

It dropped to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop. The monster was trying desperately to put out the fire that had caught onto its hand—the same hand that had touched the casing of the mythical armor.

Golden flames, tinged with crimson like dragon’s breath, engulfed its entire hand up to its wrist. The fire wasn’t normal—it clung to the obsidian flesh like a living thing, spreading rapidly despite the creature’s frantic attempts to extinguish it.

AHHHHHHHH!!!

Its screams were a testament to how much it was hurting. This wasn’t just physical pain—this was something that burned at a deeper level, perhaps at the very essence of the creature’s being.

Leon watched in morbid fascination as the monster tried everything to put out the flames. It rolled on the ground. It tried to smother the fire with the earth element. It attempted to extinguish the flames by burying its hand in the ground, but—

Nothing worked.

The fire kept spreading, creeping up past its wrist toward its elbow with hungry determination.

In the end, the monster made a desperate decision. Its other hand shifted and shaped itself into a sharp blade—gleaming black obsidian that looked capable of cutting through steel.

SCHLICK!

With one brutal motion, it severed its own arm, separating the limb from the middle of its forearm. Black blood, like liquid, sprayed across the green grass, sizzling where it landed.

Only then did the screaming stop.

But the severed part of its right hand that dropped to the ground was still burning. The golden-crimson flames continued to consume it hungrily, and within just a few seconds, the limb turned completely to ashes.

Ssssshhhh… crackle… whoooosh…

Nothing remained. Not bone, not flesh, not even residue. Just gray ash that scattered in the ambient breeze of the dimension.

The monster stared at the spot where its hand had been with an expression of pure horror. Its green flaming eyes flickered erratically, shock evident in every tremor of its massive frame.

Leon felt equally horrified—and impressed.

This happened just from touching the outer casing of the armor. Not even directly touching the armor itself.

He sucked in a cold breath of terror at the implications. If the monster had touched the armor without that weird protective casing, he could only imagine it being turned to ashes instantly—never given the chance to do anything, just erased from existence.

What the hell is this armor made of? What’s that casing made of?

He could feel no heat emanating from the outside of the crystalline shell, but touching it directly had made the monster suffer catastrophically. The protective enchantment wasn’t radiating danger—it was waiting for contact, patient and absolute.

I have to be extremely careful when trying to use this mythical terror of an armor.

He stored the armor inside his inventory with a thought, the crystalline casing and all vanishing into his spatial storage. He would need to figure out how to safely equip it later—perhaps there was a specific method or ritual required.

A small part of him felt satisfaction that the monster had acted as a test subject out of its own greed. Better to learn this lesson through the creature’s suffering than his own.

Thanks for the demonstration, you bastard.

This would have been the perfect time to attack the monster while it was injured and regenerating. However, Leon knew he still didn’t have enough strength to face it directly, even when one of its hands was gone.

He could see the creature shivering while slowly trying to form a new hand from the stump. The regeneration was much slower than before—perhaps the dragon fire had done damage that was harder to heal, or perhaps the creature had exhausted too much energy in its desperate charge.

Either way, the monster’s gaze kept flickering to the place where the armor had once been, horror still evident in those green, flaming eyes.

Good. Be afraid. You should be.

The location they were currently in was just a couple of kilometers away from the mountain where their temporary home and training ground were located—the place where he and Seraphine had spent months honing their skills.

It was really far away from where his people stayed in this dimension. And even when the monster eventually tried to explore the place, Leon was confident in his ability to stop it. The power to teleport anything in here without any mana cost was too overpowered—an absolute authority that the creature couldn’t overcome, no matter how strong it was.

FWOOSH!

Leon teleported himself to the rocky mountain where the ground was cracked from place to place—a testament to his previous training sessions. The familiar terrain felt almost comforting after the chaos of the battle outside.

After arriving there, he took out the two new technique scrolls and one skill stone he’d just bought. Time to get stronger.

He started with the skill stone, gripping the crystalline object in his palm. With a firm squeeze, it shattered.

CRACK!

A bolt of knowledge-laden energy entered his temple like lightning striking directly into his brain. Information flooded his consciousness—the complete understanding of Elemental Surge, how to activate it, how to control the temporary boost, the limitations, and the possibilities.

Sssshhhrrrp… whoooosh…

The sensation was intense but brief, leaving him with perfect comprehension of a skill that would have taken months to learn naturally.

One down. Two to go.

He reached for the first technique scroll—Frost Fang Technique. Unrolling it, the characters seemed to glow with pale blue light, and as he ripped the scroll apart instead of trying to comprehend by reading, the knowledge transferred directly into his mind.

Enough for him to use the technique at the Initiated rank right away.

Then the second scroll—Arcane Shackle. Purple runes danced across the parchment before sinking into his consciousness.

Both scrolls crumbled to dust after imparting their secrets, their purpose fulfilled.

Leon flexed his fingers, feeling the new techniques settling into his mental repertoire like tools being placed in a craftsman’s belt. He had more weapons now, more options.

But it’s not enough. Not yet.

Leon’s epic-ranked sword in his hand as the mana inside his work in a special pattern, a frosty pale image of a deadly sharp tooth appeared around his blade.

The real training was about to begin.

—-

While on the grassy field kilometers away, the monster sat in stillness, regenerating its severed arm with agonizing slowness.

It had noticed that the strange human was gone—teleported away to somewhere else in this dimensional space. However, the creature didn’t care about the pursuit right now.

It was far more focused on its own recovery.

And half of its ancient mind was consumed by the terror it had experienced when it touched that armor’s casing.

The memory of those golden-crimson flames eating through its flesh, ignoring every defense, burning at something deeper than just physical matter—it made the monster shiver uncontrollably.

What… what was that thing?

In nine hundred years of existence, it had never encountered anything that could hurt it so completely, so absolutely. Not the warriors of its home world. Not the beings that had betrayed and wounded it. Not even the spatial black holes that humans had used earlier.

But that armor… that armor was different.

That armor was death itself, waiting patiently in crystalline beauty.

The monster’s regeneration continued slowly, new obsidian flesh forming incrementally where the limb had been severed. But even as its body healed, its confidence did not.

For the first time since arriving in this dimension, the ancient consciousness wondered if it had made a terrible mistake.

What else does that human have?