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Leon never asked for greatness.

He just wanted to escape his flirty stepbrother and survive another miserable day.

But fate had other plans—delivered by a lightning bolt and a cosmic accident.

Reborn in a brutal world of mana, monsters, and cultivation, Leon starts at the bottom.

No legacy. No allies. No system.
Just seven divine treasure spins.
And then—everything changes.

[Class: Elemental Paragon(SSS)]
A class whispered only in dread. A name that doesn’t exist—only a myth followed.

Along with the class came another gift.

[Ding!]
 [Host successfully connected to Cosmic System!]

Unlike the standard system others in his world use, Leon’s was different.

It came with features no one else had—like a mysterious [SHOP], filled with items so rare they bordered on myth. Treasures that could warp reality. Twist fate.

Even in the lowest of the low Earthly Planes, Leon could purchase artifacts of Legendary or even Mythical rank.
But every treasure had a cost—one no amount of gold could pay.

And then there was the  [CHAT]. A place where the most terrifying beings in existence—galaxy-shattering Absolutes and universe-warping entities—casually exchanged words.

Like The Keeper of The Dimensions, Lord of Space and Time…
In that chat, Leon was mistaken as one of them.

One of the powerful.
One of the untouchable.
In reality, he was weaker than a worm compared to them.
But that wouldn’t last.

Leon made himself a quiet promise:
'One day, I’ll meet them for real.'
'And when I do…'
'I won’t be mistaken anymore.'

He’ll rise.
He’ll reach the apex.
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#NO NTR
#NO Yuri
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SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 28 – The Vault Beyond Victory

The last echoes of battle faded like breath against glass.

Leon stood still, his boots planted in a circle of scorched stone. The air still trembled faintly from the aftershock of his final attack, but already the silence was returning—thick, absolute.

He didn't move. Didn't lower his guard.

Frost still clung to parts of the chamber, spiderwebbing across melted black rock. Steam hissed softly from the cratered floor where his spear had struck. The monster's broken form lay just ahead, its upper half buried in cracked stone, body split and still glowing faintly with elemental residue.

A quiet hum lingered in his bones.