SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 367: Discussion—1

The information flooded into Leon’s mind—not just simple vocabulary, but the complete, intricate history of this world, or more accurately, this secret realm.

But it was presented as raw data or disconnected facts.

The treasure device had done its job perfectly. The information was interwoven in such an elegant way that his own native language and completely new, alien terms all seamlessly made sense to him simultaneously. Grammar structures, cultural context, idioms, and historical references—everything clicked into place like puzzle pieces finding their natural positions.

The absorption of this book’s complete knowledge took only a couple of seconds for Leon, thanks to his exceptionally large mental capacity stat from his Divinordial transformation.

Everything happened smoothly, without the headache or disorientation he’d half-expected.

Leon felt confident he could now hold more than basic conversations fluently and smoothly. It was definitely enough to get by and communicate complex ideas.

But he didn’t stop there with just one book. He had explicit permission to examine the entire lowest shelf, after all.

Also, that first book had contained some genuinely weird and disturbing information, which left him quite curious and concerned.

Apparently, he was not the first outsider to ever arrive in this realm. There had been many others who had come here from that world—the material plane—entering this secret realm through similar portals. And there was a specific mention of them traveling back and forth freely during a certain historical period.

This left Leon genuinely curious about what catastrophic event had happened to change everything.

Leon quickly removed the first book from its magical casing and immediately went to the next volume on the shelf, then the next, then the next—systematically working through every single book on the entire lower shelf section.

He finished them all methodically.

Not once during this entire process had he actually opened a single book physically and looked inside with his eyes.

SHIMMER! FLOW! ABSORB! SHIMMER! FLOW! ABSORB!

The translation casing did all the work, extracting and transferring the linguistic and historical knowledge directly into his consciousness.

Ira, standing beside him the entire time and watching this bizarre process, was increasingly confused about what he was even doing.

She was genuinely perplexed. Not once had he opened even a single volume to actually read the pages.

Leon finally finished the last book and took a deep breath, processing everything.

But his extremely high mental stat came through for him—he fully understood the tragic history of this realm now. He knew who those two souls were and how they’d come to exist in that liminal state. He understood why the sun was gradually descending closer to the surface, threatening to eventually incinerate everything.

But knowing all this disturbing information didn’t excite Leon—quite the opposite, actually.

However, one particular thing that absolutely pissed him off was discovering that the seal on that red portal was specifically supposed to prevent people from entering this dying realm.

Leon knew with bitter certainty that his Primordial Mark of Fate had something significant to do with it.

Leaving aside the overwhelming historical information—which contained far too much detail to fully process right now since he had to deal with his immediate situation—nothing he’d learned justified the Vice Chief’s violent actions toward him.

The Pyrrhan language had become a natural part of himself now, as if he’d been speaking it for as long as he’d spoken his native tongue. It was a genuinely weird feeling, but it seemed the device was creating some kind of neurological connection between his base language processing and imitating that familiarity artificially.

Leon didn’t delve too deeply into analyzing the mechanism. He just accepted it worked.

He turned to look at Ira, who was still watching him with visible curiosity and confusion.

Leon said quite nonchalantly, speaking in perfect Pyrrhan with sophisticated grammar:

"Ira, I have finished examining these texts. Let us proceed to speak with Archon Vyrra and ascertain what explanation she offers for this entire situation."

His word choice was formal, almost aristocratic—the language of educated scholars rather than common speech, a result of his knowledge being derived from those historical texts.

Ira nearly shrieked loudly in shock, but managed to control herself at the last second, remembering her terrifying aunt was close enough to hear.

GASP!

She couldn’t help but physically jump in surprise anyway, her eyes going impossibly wide.

Her mind almost went completely blank for a moment. Out of absolutely nowhere, he’d spoken words she understood perfectly—and more than that, his speaking was notably better than her own in her native language!

What had just happened? She knew somehow he could now speak her language fluently.

And also, the casual way he’d spoken about her scary, powerful aunt—as if Vyrra was somehow in trouble or needed to answer for something—sounded absolutely crazy to Ira’s ears.

But then she vividly remembered how terrifyingly strong Leon had become at the end of that fight—strong enough to dominate one of their best warriors and face down even her father without fear.

It gave her chills thinking about his power.

Feeling quite weird about this sudden change but trying to be helpful, she replied somewhat awkwardly:

"Okay. Let us go to the Archon, then."

It felt genuinely strange to suddenly be able to talk with him properly like this.

In her mind, she kept thinking about that weird magical device which had encased every book. She felt absolutely certain that the artifact had somehow made him learn their entire language.