SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 327

Chapter 327: The End
Leon, from this point onward, started integrating his Frost Fang technique into every strike. A shimmering pale blue hue in the shape of a deadly fang covered his sword as he teleported with each attack, layering all his previous techniques into one devastating combination.

FWOOSH! SLASH! FWOOSH! SLASH!

The first attack with this new combination landed cleanly on the monster’s obsidian body. The size of the wound increased only slightly—perhaps a fraction deeper than before, nothing that seemed particularly impressive at first glance.

However, the monster’s reaction was completely different from anything Leon had seen before.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!

It screamed—not the roar of fury or pain from a physical wound, but a sound of pure agony that seemed to emanate from somewhere far deeper than flesh and bone. The creature stumbled backward violently, its massive frame lurching like it had been struck by a hammer blow to its very essence.

It didn’t fall, but it stumbled badly—a reaction completely disproportionate to the size of the actual wound.

That scream… It’s not matching the damage at all. Unless…

Leon’s eyes narrowed with sudden understanding. The Frost Fang technique was designed to attack the soul directly, and this monster’s soul was clearly its greatest vulnerability.

This is it. The perfect opening I’ve been waiting for.

This was the moment Leon had been searching for throughout the entire fight—the chance to use that technique.

It took him only a few milliseconds to cast, but the mana cost was substantial—two hundred points spent in a single burst of power.

WHUMMM! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!

Thick blue chains covered in intricate runic symbols materialized out of thin air, appearing from nowhere like they’d been waiting in another dimension. They shot forward and wrapped around the monster’s legs first, then its powerful arms, crawling all over its massive eighteen-foot body like living serpents made of crystallized magic.

The chains moved with purpose and intelligence, seeking weak points and binding them.

Had the monster been at full strength and speed, it would have never been caught in these mystical restraints. But slowed down from the soul-shocking attack of Frost Fang, it was helpless to dodge or escape.

The chains tightened—and then they did something unexpected.

Instead of staying on the surface as physical bindings, they merged directly into the monster’s body without leaving any visible mark or wound. They simply phased through the obsidian flesh as if it were water and disappeared completely.

Arcane Shackle. Five seconds of complete mana suppression.

Both Leon and the monster understood exactly what had just happened, even though the effect was invisible to the naked eye.

The monster recovered slightly from the soul-shaking Frost Fang attack, its consciousness pulling back from the edge of that terrible pain. The strike had been terrifying enough on its already-damaged soul—like pressing on a bruise that had never healed.

But now, just as it was recovering, those strange chains had merged with its body. And in that instant, all connection to mana was completely severed.

The enhancement it had been maintaining—the massive boost to strength and speed that had been burning through its precious reserves—vanished instantly like a candle snuffed out.

AHHHHHH! WHAT DID YOU DO?! WHAT IS THIS?!

Genuine terror filled the monster’s voice for the first time.

The creature retreated backward as fast as its weakened body could manage, its expression—visible only through the dwindling intensity of its green, fiery eyes—showing pure fear.

WHOOOOSH!

Two hundred meters in just milliseconds, an impressive burst of speed even without mana enhancement, driven purely by panic and survival instinct.

However, Leon simply teleported right behind its back without any apparent effort.

FWOOSH!

Too easy.

His increased range of spatial control was such a godsend in this situation. Combined with his Rank 8 affinity from Elemental Surge, his teleportation range had expanded dramatically to five hundred meters—more than enough to keep pace with anything this monster could do.

I’ve realized the weakness now. Its soul is vulnerable, and Frost Fang attacks focus mainly on soul damage. This is how I win.

Leon slashed without holding anything back, attacking from close range directly at the monster’s exposed back. His sword moved with the combined speed of all his techniques—Skybreaker Draw, Raijin’s Descent, his Auras, everything working in perfect synchronization.

The attack was too fast for the weakened creature to react properly.

SLASH!

For the first time in their entire battle, his blade physically connected with the monster’s body—not just the energy of his techniques passing by, but actual steel cutting through corrupted flesh.

The damage was absolutely catastrophic.

The difference was astronomical compared to every previous strike. A wound carved deep through half of the monster’s thick torso, nearly bisecting it completely. Black blood erupted in a spray, the liquid sizzling and steaming where it hit the grass.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!

A heartwrenching scream tore from the creature—the sound of something ancient and powerful realizing for the first time in centuries that it could actually die.

SPLAAAT! HISSSS!

Even though Leon had expected the attack to be effective, the sheer magnitude of the result still caught him slightly off-guard.

That much damage from one strike? The soul’s weakness is even more severe than I thought.

In the next instant, Leon teleported directly in front of the reeling monster. He launched the same devastating attack again, this time aimed at its neck. He was still airborne since the creature stood eighteen feet tall, and he could see directly into its eyes.

Their gazes locked for a fraction of a second.

Leon saw the absolute horror reflected in those green flames—the realization that escape was impossible, that death had finally come after nine hundred years of survival.

It knows. There’s no getting out of this.

The slash connected with perfect precision.

SCHLIIICK!

The monster’s head was severed cleanly from its shoulders, the blade passing through the neck like it was cutting through soft clay rather than magically reinforced flesh.

NOOOOOOOO!!!

Another soul-wrenching scream accompanied the decapitation—but even as the massive head tumbled through the air and hit the ground with a heavy impact, the screaming didn’t stop.

THUD! CRASH!

Still alive. The core is keeping it functional even without the head.

The decapitated body was falling now, but the voice of pain and terror continued echoing through the dimensional space without interruption.

A guttural, soul-wrenching shriek erupted, deeper than sound should go.

Leon remembered the large green core, the start of everything, buried deep inside the ground—that had to be the true source of its life.

To actually kill it permanently, I need to destroy that core. Nothing else will work.

STOP!!! PLEASE!!! AHHHHHH!!!

The monster’s voice came from everywhere and nowhere, perhaps directly from the core itself rather than requiring lungs or vocal cords.

But Leon didn’t listen to its desperate pleas.

He remembered with perfect clarity how this creature had treated him like nothing more than a meal to be consumed. It had threatened to destroy his entire planet, which meant to kill Seraphine and everyone else, when he’d been trying desperately to escape with his life.

No mercy. You showed me none, so you get none in return.

CRASH! RUMMMBLE!

The headless body crashed to the ground, and immediately it began crawling forward pathetically with whatever limbs still functioned. The sight would have been almost pitiful if Leon hadn’t experienced the monster’s cruelty firsthand.

The creature was experiencing horror on every level—physical, mental, and spiritual. Its damaged soul was taking more punishment with each passing second, wounds layering on top of wounds that had festered for centuries.

Nine hundred years of existence… it can’t end like this! This needs to stop! Morpheous desperately thought.

PLEASEEEEE!!! HUMAN!!! I CAN’T TELL YOU ABOUT THE BIGGER WORLD OUTSIDE! KNOWLEDGE YOU CANNOT IMAGINE! POWER BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION! ANYTHING YOU WANT!!!

The offers came in a rush, desperate bargaining from something that had probably never begged for anything in its long existence.

Leon didn’t listen to any of it.

He didn’t need this monster’s help, its information, or its promises. He would discover everything himself through his own journey. He had his cosmic system, his own growing abilities, and his own path to walk.

I don’t need you for anything.

SLASH!

His sword descended from the monster’s right shoulder down to its hand in a diagonal cut—a deep wound that nearly severed the entire arm. The blade carved through the reinforced body, searching for the hidden core. Still not there.

AHHHHHHHH!!!

Another heartwrenching scream tore through the air. The creature could barely move now, its crawling attempts becoming increasingly feeble and uncoordinated.

Its voice broke into fragmented pleas, words barely coherent through the layers of agony.

“Ple—please… I’ll… anything… don’t…”

But Leon ignored everything.

His expression remained cold and focused as he slashed directly at the monster’s chest with two continuous strikes executed in rapid succession, his movements fluid and precise.

SLASH! SLASH!

The cuts formed a perfect cross pattern, carving deep into what remained of the torso. This was where the core had to be—the center of mass, the source of power.

Only screams answered him, and the body barely twitched now. But it still wasn’t quite dead, that stubborn core refusing to give up.

Where the hell is that fucking core?

Leon raised his sword high above his head, channeling every deadly technique he possessed into this ultimate strike. Lightning crackled along the blade. Ice formed razor-sharp edges. The wind howled around the metal. And space itself seemed to warp and bend near the weapon.

His blade descended from top to bottom in a vertical slash, aimed directly at the monster’s left arm, intending to find its core.

SCHLIIIIICK!

The moment his sword completed its path, cutting through the exact location where the core was hidden deep within the torso—

NOOOOOOO!!!

The body of the monster convulsed violently one final time with that last scream, then suddenly crumbled and broke apart like ancient pottery finally giving way to age.

CRACK! CRUMBLE! CRASH!

Leon stepped back quickly, watching as the obsidian flesh disintegrated far more completely than he’d expected. The entire corpse turned to black dust and ash that began scattering in the gentle breeze of the dimension, its green core out in the open now in the place where its giant knee was left.

What? It just… completely fell apart?

Within seconds, nothing remained of the creature except its big green core and scattered particles of darkness drifting away into nothing.

Then a notification chimed in Leon’s mind, and a transparent golden screen materialized before his eyes with a soft glow.

DING!

[You have killed Morpheus, a Level 49 Coreborn]

Leon’s eyes widened slightly as he read the message. Morpheus. So that was its actual name all along. And… Coreborn? What kind of race is that supposed to be?

He’d never heard the term before. It wasn’t in any of the information he’d received from his system previously.

A second notification appeared immediately below the first.

DING!

[Earned 5,000,000 Causality]

Leon stood motionless in the aftermath, still covered in his shimmering Frostmail Guard armor that caught the ambient light. His sword remained raised in the finishing position, a few drops of black ichor sliding down the blade before evaporating into nothing.

Five million Causality points.

The number was almost incomprehensible—more than he’d earned from everything else combined in his entire journey since receiving the system, leaving aside the bribe he got from cosmic beings.

Level 49. It was that incredibly strong, pushed me to my absolute limits… and I still managed to kill it.

He looked down at the spot where Morpheus’s body had been moments before, now just a slight discoloration in the grass and some fading wisps of dark energy, and even he was a bit in doubt if he had killed a level 49 being.

But everything was in front of him, so he had to believe it, it was…

Victory.

Complete and absolute victory.