SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 522: The Battlefield—4

The notifications hit all at once.

[You have killed...]...

Dozens of them, then hundreds, flooded his awareness in a cascade that made focusing on the battle ahead genuinely difficult for a split second. The system seemed to register the overload and adapted almost immediately — sorting the kills into clean categories. Ascendant-rank kills are grouped together with a total causality count attached. Sage-rank kills in a separate bracket with their own number.

No Archon-rank kills yet in the count.

Except Leon had detected several in the horde’s lineup as the charge began. Moving deeper, more carefully positioned than the rest, surrounded by dense clusters of lower-ranked corrupted beasts, as if something was deliberately keeping them shielded. They shouldn’t have been here — Archon rank appearing in a beast horde of this nature wasn’t part of what anyone had reported about the corruption’s spread. But there they were, and his awareness had found them clearly.

Which should be naturally impossible in this world at all because of the world limit, but here they are, he felt like something big was going on here.

He filed that and kept moving.

The causality number sitting in the corner of his awareness nearly made his eyes bulge. He didn’t let it. Forced the reaction down, drew a slow breath, and locked his attention back on what was immediately in front of him. There would be time to look properly after the battle. Right now, the number was just motivation — music playing somewhere behind everything else, getting louder with every passing second.

was the one thought he allowed himself before setting it aside completely.

The charge from both sides met in the middle with a collision that shook the ground.

BOOOOOM! CRAAAASH! RRRUMMMBLE!

The beast horde had broken from its months-long stillness all at once — not retreating from the canyon Leon had carved into their ranks but surging forward, enraged, every creature pressing toward the coalition line with the furious momentum of something that had been holding back and was no longer willing to. The deep coordinated roar that had preceded the charge still echoed across the landscape, overlapping with the sound of the actual collision.

Leon and several others caught something in that timing. The beasts hadn’t been waiting out of caution. The months of calculated stillness hadn’t been mercy or confusion — something had been building, something deliberate, and Leon’s opening strike had disrupted it. What exactly had been cooking in that sustained inactivity, he didn’t know yet. But the frantic quality of the horde’s response felt like something interrupted rather than something provoked.

he thought as he drove forward through the front ranks of the charge.

That made closing the crack considerably more urgent than it had already been.

The coalition army moved with a confidence it hadn’t possessed in months. The sight of the canyon, the sound Leon’s voice had made when it boomed across the battlefield, the simple fact of seeing the impossible executed in broad daylight — it had rewired something in the soldiers’ understanding of what today could be.

They weren’t holding a line anymore. They were advancing, and the distinction felt enormous to people who’d spent months with their backs effectively against a wall.

Leon’s clone led from the army’s center, Vyra beside it, the two of them working in tandem without needing to communicate. The clone’s role was protection first — keeping the soldiers around it alive, pulling the most dangerous threats before they could reach people who weren’t equipped to handle them, maintaining the army’s cohesion as it pushed into territory it hadn’t entered in months.

It was slower than Leon’s original body. Deliberately so. The clone’s job wasn’t maximum destruction. It was keeping fifteen hundred Pyrans and forty humans functional while the main body did what main bodies did.

Leon moved alone.

SLASH! CRACK! BOOM! BOOM!

He drove through the horde like something the beasts had no category for — not a powerful opponent, not a strong fighter, but a force that simply consumed everything in its path at a pace that made individual resistance irrelevant. Dozens in one sweep. Hundreds as he pushed deeper, his holy energy cutting through the abyssal corruption in each beast the moment contact was made, the purification instant and total.

On the other hand, he had gone for a basic combo of light and lightning elements on the other sword, which is the deadliest combo for these beasts, after holy energy.

The smile on his face was genuine and completely unconcerned.

Every kill produced another notification. The causality numbers climbed in real time, stacking fast, the totals for each rank bracket growing with every passing second. It felt exactly like what it was — a farm, a resource generation event disguised as a battle, the kind of opportunity he’d spent months being too poor and too busy to encounter properly.

Not anymore.

ZZZAP! CRAAACK! BOOM!

Seraphine’s lightning carved through a cluster of fifty beasts to his left, the arc of it jumping from body to body in a chain that left nothing standing. She was moving fast, light, and lightning together in the combination that made her specifically lethal against corruption-based enemies, her kill count climbing alongside his.

Ira’s fire hit different targets — the Ascendant-rank specimens that were starting to emerge from the deeper sections of the horde, the ones that had been shielded earlier. Her spear punched through their corruption faster than their regeneration could cycle, the heat intense enough that nothing was left to reclaim.

FWOOOOSH! BOOM! BOOM!

The beast numbers were dropping visibly. Not slowly — rapidly, a decline that was measurable in real time as Leon’s path through the horde left behind a corridor of silence where there had been chaos. The army behind him cleaned up the wounded and the stragglers, the ratio of soldiers to surviving beasts improving with every minute that passed.

One to ten at the start. Then one to seven. Then less.

The horde that had seemed endless was finite after all, and the thing standing in the middle of it was not a person they could outlast or overwhelm or wear down through attrition.

Another cascade of notifications arrived as Leon cleared a dense cluster near the horde’s midpoint, the casualty total jumping in a single spike that made him genuinely grateful he’d kept his composure earlier.

he thought, the smile widening slightly.

The corrupted Archon-beasts he’d detected in the lineup were beginning to converge on him now — drawn to him specifically, whatever intelligence was directing them having identified him as the largest immediate threat to the horde’s survival. They moved differently from the rest. More purposeful. More aware.

Leon saw them coming from three hundred meters out and felt something sharpen in his chest that wasn’t worry.

It was anticipation.

More Archon-rank kills meant a different causality multiplier entirely. A significantly different one. His eyes ran the quick mental calculation of what the battlefield’s remaining Archon specimens were worth against his current total, and the number that came back made him pick up his pace.

He moved toward them instead of letting them come to him.

WHOOOOSH!

The gap closed in under a second.