I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space
Chapter 92: Skills Level Up

Chapter 92: Skills Level Up

Half an hour after handing over all the arrows and giving Levy a full rundown on what to do, Razeal finally returned to his system space.

He had the entire night ahead of him.

And he was going to use every second of it.

Back to the grind.

Without wasting a second, he threw himself into the brutal repetition of battle, once again facing off against that damn metallic creature that came at him with a speed so fast it blurred before his eyes.

Most of the time, dodging was all he could manage. And honestly, that was the only thing he could do. No matter what attack he tried, the damn thing just wouldn’t take damage. The only thing breaking ir sliced like a butter... was his sword or flesh.

Thank the system for unlimited weapons. No matter how many swords he destroyed, it always gave him another. At least he didn’t need to worry about restocking or buying replacements.

Still, frustration bubbled beneath the surface.

He couldn’t even kill a single E-ranked monster. Not one. And this wasn’t just bad luck or skill issue afterall the Skulltrite was flat out better than him in almost every stat.

So, out of sheer desperation and irritation, Razeal started experimenting. If a sword didn’t work, fine he’d switch it out. First an axe, then even a damn giant iron hammer. But even those couldn’t handle the Skulltrite. Every single time, its razor body just cut through his weapons like they were butter.

He didn’t know how many times he had been injured or outright died. The creature’s sharp body sliced everything. No amount of cleverness could compensate for how brutally unfair this fight was.

Still, as time passed, he started to enjoy it. Something about the rhythm, the sheer challenge of it, made his blood pump. And he was getting faster. Not because his actual speed increased, but because.. he was learning how to move how to let his body flow around danger like water around polished stone.

At first he could only flinch aside, barely a fingertip ahead of the living blade. Then he began to pivot instead of flinch, leaning into impossibly tight angles, letting momentum skim past his ribs. Eventually he could slip beneath the shard with almost lazy grace. It was hypnotic: slide, weave, twist, rebound.

He began to see the patterns. The split-second gaps. The minute shifts in the Skulltrite’s movement. His flow sensing ability his absolute talent began accelerating, sharpening with terrifying speed. His body moved smoother, cleaner, almost like he had full control over every joint and muscle. It was as if he could bend his body at will, without needing to adopt any stance at all. Just pure instincts.

His mastery over external flow wasn’t anywhere near complete, but maybe... he was getting close to the basic level. Just enough to simultaneously control the tiniest parts of his body muscles, blood, breath, even thought. Every biological system flowing under his control.

A normal body shouldn’t have obeyed such commands, yet here he was, steering it like a well-oiled puppet.

But eventually..

Frustration crept in. All he was doing was dodging getting battered, falling, dying, and repeating the cycle. It was maddening.

In a reckless moment, Razeal let his anger flow~

This time, instead of dodging, he let the Skulltrite come at him and blocked it. With his hand. The attack sliced clean through his flesh like it was paper...

But then, it hit something else.

The thin, obsidian layer over his bones held firm not even a scratch.

Satisfying smile on Razeal face as he grabbed the damn thing in his hands.. the sharp spinning body ripping through his palm as Palm ripped apart bloody like putting hand in meat grinder. He didn’t care. His grip tightened.

And he slammed it to the ground hard. Again. And again. Blood sprayed, but he didn’t give a shit. blood didn’t matter.

It was like trying to smash a diamond with a brick. The shard was unbelievably tough. Each impact created a dent in the red-gray stone below, cracking the ground, scattering debris. But he didn’t stop.

He beat it to death.

He didn’t even know how long it took, or how much blood he lost. But when it finally shattered when that jagged, metallic bastard cracked apart he stood there grinning over a crater of stone and splinters.

And ladies and gentlemen, he has finally done it.

He killed this flying middle finger.

And unfortunately... that was the worst thing he could have done.

Because the moment it died, the system refreshed.

[Congratulations, Host, for successfully killing one E-ranked Skulltrite.]

[Prepare for Wave Two: 10 E-ranked Skulltrites.]

And with that notification... it began.

Ten Skulltrite spawned.

Ten.

Everything ramped up ten times harder hell, maybe a hundred. These new bastards weren’t just sharp and fast they were coordinated. Perfect team movement, responding to sound and syncing like a well-oiled machine. Their attacks became a storm of steel and shrieking speed.

Even Razeal, with all his developing flow perception, felt the pressure.

More injuries. More deaths. More resets. It became a loop a torturous, never-ending cycle. Ten merciless killing machines trying to murder one poor guy who didn’t even have a weapon strong enough to scratch them.

But somewhere in the middle of it all, while dancing on the edge between death and desperation, Razeal had an idea.

A weird, illogical, but somehow an idea nonetheless.

Since normal weapons couldn’t harm the Skulltrites and his body naturally produced Flow, what if he channeled that Flow into the weapon itself? If sharpness was merely a byproduct of speed and speed was motion, and motion was Flow then in theory, if he moved his blade fast enough through sheer bodily flow, it should cut.

Right?

He could feel his body producing Flow. He knew it was there, weaving through every breath, pulse, and twitch. And if there was one absolute he understood about physics and combat, it was this: speed creates sharpness. Even a dull object, if propelled fast enough, could cut clean through something sharper then itself. Velocity could overcome edge.

He didn’t know exactly what he was thinking. He had no calculations, no equations just instinct. And he let that instinct flow.

The plan? Simple. Try to push his entire body’s Flow into a swing everything he had. Full physical flow, lined up perfectly from feet to wrist, spine to knuckles, coordinated into one fluid, destructive arc. Align his stance, perfect his form, and let the Flow guide the motion.

Even if his reasoning was messy and half-formed, he didn’t stop to doubt it. He let the thought flow.

"If that old man can use planetary flow," he muttered under his breath, sweat trickling down his jaw, "then I can at least use my own fucking physical flow, right?"

He planted his feet with surgical precision. He twisted his torso, focused his muscles, aligned every fiber of his being into a single motion a perfect stance, a perfect swing. No jerks, no hesitation. Just a clean, fluid line of motion, pure and uninterrupted.

And then

Swing.

It felt fast. Not just fast unnaturally fast. His muscles screamed under the strain, his veins rattled from the effort, and the weapon hummed as it cut through the air like a missile.

But still... when it met Skulltrite?

Snap.

Like paper meeting scissors.

His sword was sliced in two. Again.

And again.

And again.

Every time, it ended the same like trying to shatter steel with a wooden stick. The speed wasn’t enough. The Flow wasn’t enough. And the Skulltrite’s edge tore through him like he was made of smoke.

No matter how fast or fluid his strike, it wasn’t fast enough. Not yet.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t making progress.

His efforts, even through endless death, were paying off elsewhere.

Two of his skills had leveled up:

[Keen Hearing (S-Rank)] advanced from Basic to Intermediate.

He hadn’t even focused on it being a passive skill, it just evolved on its own. Suddenly, his world changed. He could hear everything. The range increased tenfold, reaching up to a hundred meters. And not just hearing positioning. He could now form a three dimensional auditory image in his mind with shocking clarity.

Still, it wasn’t as useful as Flow Sensing his SSS-rank side perception skill was still looking superior but the upgrade was a solid boost..For being kind.

More importantly... His another skill

[Basic Healing (D) – 1621/10,000] upgraded to

[Greater Healing (C) – 0/100,000]

Greater Healing: Rapidly heals deep wounds, broken bones, internal bleeding.

Yeah... he had literally gotten fucked up enough times.. literally ten thousand recorded injuries to force an upgrade. And considering he’d only unlocked that skill the previous evening...

He didn’t know whether to be happy or sad on his progression.

Then again if not for his sky-high pain tolerance, he would’ve collapsed long ago. Ten thousand clean slices each one recorded, counted, and endured.

But Razeal just kept going.

70 hours.

75 hours.

80 hours.

Time clicked past. Each hour bled into the next. The pain, the failure, the endless resets it didn’t stop him. He refused to stop. He was going to learn how to slice through those sharp metallic bastards no matter what it cost.

And his wounds... yeah, they were still piling up. But he noticed something else now. His body was healing fast. Not so fast that it was visible to the eye, but fast enough that deep, 10- to 20-inch cuts could completely mend in a day or so. That was huge progress. Thogy.. he dies now like dozen of times in every minute .

His kill count, though?

Still one. From start to now.

Until suddenly somewhere around the 90-hour mark.

In a flash of motion and clarity, something inside him clicked.

As one of the Skulltrites lunged through the air fangs out, claws gleaming Razeal stepped sideways with ease, guided by Flow, and swung.

And for the first time

The sword went through.

Cleanly.

Deeply.

Completely.

The monster’s body split in half mid-flight. No resistance. No rebound. Just a quiet, effortless cut.

Razeal stood frozen, wide-eyed. Breathing hard. The sword still humming in his grip.

He looked down at the weapon. At his hands. His heart thundered like a drum.

He had done it.

A savage grin cracked his tired face.

"...Lemme try again."

His hands tightened around the hilt.

He nerrowed his eyes but still. At fast approaching flying Skulltrites.

He swallowed, a strange sensation washing over him he could feel that he was close to something important.

He was excited.

Ahead, nine Skulltrites hurtled toward him at lightning speed. They didn’t even flinch or hesitate at the sight of their fallen comrade, programmed solely to kill him.

Razeal tried to grasp the feeling he’d caught before the flow, the perfect moment. NovelFire

But he knew he still needed to find the exact right timing.

For now, he focused on dodging all nine attacks with ease. It wasn’t much of a challenge anymore; he barely bothered.

Having already identified his true target, a Skulltrite coming up from behind, he quickly turned around, sword raised and ready.

He pulled back his swords, gathering every ounce of speed, then swung forward at turbo speed, launching a powerful strike at the monster.

He remembered what he had discovered earlier not just using his own flow to slice. He discovered something else his body still wasn’t fast enough to cut something moving faster and sharper than the weapon he was holding.

After all, he had forgotten a crucial fact: this monster was the fastest E-ranked natural creature in the entire universe, according to the system database. There was no way Razeal could simply swing faster than it. Yes, he was learning and mastering his body, but he hadn’t even reached a basic proficiency with this skill. Maybe it wasn’t possible on his own. View the correct content at NovelFire

So what did he do..? He didn’t just use his own flow he used both. His own speed flow and the Skulltrite’s.

In simple, totally broken explanation he first cancelled out both flows. The speed of the Skulltrite’s body and his sword’s motion he stopped them in perfect sync., just for a split second, right when they clashed.

And then, in that same impossibly short fragment of time... he tilted his sword back not to resist, but to release the flow.

He let Skulltrite’s speed return let it all continue. But now, Razeal’s own blade, which had absorbed and synced with that same speed flow, followed the motion downward in a precise angle. Carried by the monster’s own force and momentum flow, Razeal’s sword was no longer opposing.. it was aligned.

And so, Skulltrite’s body... simply cut itself.

Because now it was no longer about Speed or sharpness because now, what truly mattered was the angle because both the sword and the monster were moving at the same speed.

[Killing Points +0.1]

To any normal observer, it looked like Razeal had swung his sword and effortlessly sliced the flying monster clean in two, as if his sword was moving incredibly fast on its own.

Right there, he had used the skill exactly as it was meant to be used.

Though Razeal had started on a different path trying to master his own flow he had come back to the same wisdom the old man had shared:

"Use the flow. Flow with the flow, rather than forcing your own."

Maybe that was the true strength of this skill. It wasn’t about forcing or creating flow yourself it was about harnessing and taking advantage of an existing flow that wasn’t yours.

Such a fascinating ability.

Razeal whispered the thought to himself just as a Skulltrite landed far behind him, carried by its inertia from the flying speed it had.

He glanced down at his sword.

Not a single dent. It was as smooth as ever. Even when totally lower grade and totally incapable of cutting something that hard and sharp.

A small smile crossed his face as he dodged the attacks from the other eight Skulltrites rushing toward him.

He didn’t fully understand this new technique yet, but he knew one thing it was time for revenge.

With renewed determination, he launched into what could only be described as a butcher session.

It didn’t last long. Before he knew it, he had cut down all ten Skulltrites.

[Killing Points +0.8]

[Congratulations, host! You have killed 10 E-ranked Skulltrites.]

[Wave Three incoming. Prepare yourself: 100 E-ranked Skulltrites.]

"Fuck..." A curse escaped from the very depths of his soul.

And with that, Razeal was suddenly overwhelmed torn apart by a hundred razor sharp flying middle fingers with wings, moving with terrifying speed.

But still, even with being attacked by a hundred Skulltrites at the same time...

He carried himself differently now taking full advantage of the fact that he finally had a way to kill. Yeah, sure, he would die, get sliced and ripped apart. But this time, at least he had a way. Even if he hadn’t perfected it, he was able to kill some of them, one by one, even if it meant dying three or four times over. He was improving.

And now? He could feel how much his dodging had improved literally. He was able to control his movements well enough to dodge blow after blow, even in the wild storm of a hundred flying turbo-speed knives, all attacking at once with perfect teamwork.

His perception and body movement were so top tier, he could move in ways that gave him the upper hand. He didn’t even fully dodge every attack because, of course, he needed injury points, right? So, he let those sharp things injure him just enough to count.

[Injury point +1]

[Injury point +1]

[Injury point +1]

The notifications kept ringing in his head every second, because even a single second brought dozens of attacks. Yeah, this was fucking wild.

If this was the real world, Razeal would be scared shitless, at least from the psychological shock alone. The only reason he was still alive and sane was because this was system space.

If not, this was terrifying.

These damn things had created a small tornado around him, spinning constantly. He couldn’t move much beyond it. And every few seconds, five or six of those bastards would shoot out from the circle all around him, attacking from literally every angle.

Whatever it was Razeal was now enjoying it.

Ding!

[You have died host]

[You have died host]

[Injury point +1]

[Injury point +1]

[Killing points +0.1]

[Killing points +0.1]

And this went on for the next ten hours.

Then, suddenly, two notifications rang at the same time:

[Congratulations host, your [Greater Healing (C) – 100,000/100,000] has upgraded to [Major Healing (B) – 0/1,000,000]]

B Rank – Major Healing: Advanced healing that can restore lost limbs or damaged organs.

[Congratulations host, your skill [Killing Intent (SSS) (E) – 1000/1000] proficiency has advanced to:]

[Killing Intent (SSS) (D) – Killing points required: 0/10,000]

Third message followed, riding the passive surge of power:

Due to Killing Intent first effect, your physical stats have increased.

[Killing Body: Physical stats increase as you kill]

Strength: E+ → D

Agility: E → D-

[Progression Alert] Killing Intent (SSS) has risen from E-Rank to D-Rank.

[Host has met the requirements to unlock a new effect of this skill:]

New effect unlocked

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Damn this Chapter seriously messed with my head.

Sigh anyway, thank you all for sticking with me.

Currently sitting at 42 powerstones and 111 golden tickets.

Truly appreciate the love. No wonder I’m burning out, spending four hours just to finish a single Chapter. Honestly, I don’t even know anymore... sometimes I question if I’m just dumb fuck.

Do other authors take this long too?

I mean... this Chapter’s about 3,000 words, but still... ugh.

Sigh. Normally, I can finish in an hour or two, but this one?

Yeah, it wrecked me.

Anyways good night lovely pumpkins

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