SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 33 – End of the Final Boss

Leon’s eyes drifted back to the towering gate at the end of the corridor. Massive, silent, and ancient—it loomed like the final page of a long, violent Chapter. His curiosity had been sated. The strange girl, the corpses, the hidden truths of this dungeon—most of it had revealed itself to him.

But one thing remained.

The boss.

He could feel it now—something heavy beyond the gate. Not just in terms of power, but presence. The weight of purpose. The anchor of the dungeon’s existence.

His hand shifted to his side.

’I want to finish this.’

Not for glory.

Not even for loot.

Just... to end it.

He hadn’t slept in over a day. His body felt light with mana, but heavy with time. The mental toll was creeping in—just enough for him to notice. It was time to leave this place behind.

He turned to Liora.

”I’m going,” he said plainly, voice low but firm. ”To kill the boss.”

Her eyes widened—just for a second. The reaction was small, but clear. As if she hadn’t expected someone to state it so casually. Or maybe she hadn’t expected anyone to actually try.

But then, just as quickly, she straightened.

”...Can I come?”

Leon blinked.

Liora looked up at him, expression neutral but her tone honest. ”I can still fight for a bit. Even like this.”

She rested a hand gently on her wounded side. The blood had dried there, dark and crusted, but it was clear she’d taken the hit hard. Still, her gaze didn’t falter.

He respected that.

But—

”No.”

His answer came without hesitation.

Leon shook his head slightly. ”Stay here and rest. You’ve made it this far. No point pushing your luck now.”

For a moment, she looked conflicted. But only briefly.

”...Alright.”

She exhaled, and this time the relief on her face wasn’t subtle. Her shoulders slackened ever so slightly. She didn’t want to die—not after coming this far. Not when her body had already been pushed past its edge.

And yet—somewhere behind her composed expression, another emotion surfaced.

Gratitude.

’She thinks I refused out of kindness.’

That wasn’t wrong... but it wasn’t the whole truth, either.

He had no intention of sharing this final fight. Not the glory. Not the loot. Not the class advancement it would trigger.

Still, if she wanted to see it as compassion...

’Let her.’

As she nodded once more, Leon felt a small weight lift off his chest.

’Good. If she’d insisted... I’d have had to stop her.’

And that would’ve wasted time.

He turned toward the gate and stepped forward.

His hand pressed against its surface—cool, cracked stone layered with dormant mana.

A slow grind echoed through the corridor as the massive doors began to open, ancient gears shifting behind the walls with a tired groan.

Before the gap widened enough to pass through, Leon paused.

He turned his head slightly.

”Stay safe, Liora,” he said.

Her eyes widened again.

The use of her first name caught her off guard.

Leon didn’t wait for a reply.

He stepped through the gate, disappearing into the shadows of the final room—alone, focused, and unshaken.

The gate closed behind him with a deep, echoing rumble.

Leon took a slow step forward, his boots clicking softly on the obsidian floor. The chamber was vast—far larger than any other he’d seen in the dungeon. The air was different here. Thicker. Charged.

Mana clung to the walls like mist, making the air shimmer faintly. Cracks in the stone ceiling allowed narrow shafts of ethereal blue light to beam through, illuminating the arena-like space in solemn tones.

He exhaled.

’This is it. The true end.’

Every sense in his body sharpened as he scanned the area. No movement yet. But something was definitely here.

He could feel it.

His pulse remained steady.

Not because he wasn’t afraid—but because he was ready.

’Let’s see what kind of beast they locked behind all this.’

Just then, a faint tremor passed beneath his feet. Dust rose from the far side of the chamber. A breath.

Then—

A second tremor.

The stone gate sealed shut behind him with a groan of ancient weight, and silence blanketed the chamber ahead—heavy, stale, and expectant.

Leon took slow, measured steps into the boss room.

Then he saw it.

At the far end of the chamber stood a massive wolf, easily twice the size of any he’d encountered before. Its fur rippled with power—crimson flames licking across its left flank, and jagged bolts of blue lightning sparking along the right. Two enormous heads rested atop its broad shoulders, both bearing jaws lined with serrated fangs and eyes that shimmered like stormfire.

Its presence was undeniable. The mana in the air thickened immediately.

The beast hadn’t even moved yet.

’So that’s the boss.’

As if on cue, both heads stirred—eyes snapping open, luminous and full of ancient rage. The one crowned in fire let out a low growl that rumbled across the floor, while the lightning-headed one exhaled with a crackling hiss that sparked across the stone.

Flames lit the air.

Lightning danced across the ground.

Yet—

Leon narrowed his gaze.

’...It’s strong. No question.’

But even as he watched the elemental chaos whirl around the creature, something nagged at him.

’Still... only half the pressure that thing in the throne room gave off.’

The realization left a dull note of disappointment in his chest. He had expected something devastating. Something equal to or worse than the obsidian monster that had shattered his bones and tested his soul.

This... wasn’t it.

’Big. Loud. Mean. But not terrifying.’

Still, the beast wasn’t idle.

It advanced now, each clawed step cracking the floor beneath it. Both heads locked eyes on him—sizing him up.

Leon’s silver eyes gleamed.

’Don’t bother, mutt. You’re not the hunter here.’

Without a word, he reached into his storage.

A familiar weight settled into his palm.

The ice spear, which was still holding up.

It gleamed with residual runes, cold mist trailing from its tip like a divine relic pulled from a frozen shrine. Even cracked and half-spent, it pulsed with elemental hunger.

As soon as the spear appeared—

The wolf reacted.

Both heads snarled in unison. Mana surged violently. It sensed the spear’s danger, remembered perhaps what that kind of pressure meant.

Then it charged.

Fast.

Faster than a creature that size should’ve been able to move. A storm of lightning bolts and fireballs erupted from both sides of its body, surging toward Leon in a spiral of destructive force.

But Leon was already moving.

With a flick of will, adept-rank mana surged through his limbs. Wind curled around him like a loyal phantom. His form blurred, dancing between streaks of flame and arcs of voltage with perfect grace.

His heart barely quickened.

’Too slow.’

Every strike missed by meters.

Every blast scorched only air.

And as he ran, he focused.

Wind gathered.

Condensing around the shaft of the spear, wrapping it in layers of pressurized momentum. It began to hum—a low, sharp sound like the promise of judgment.

The spear trembled in his hands.

It wasn’t as strong as it had been during the throne room fight. But it was still potent—still enough.

Enough for this.

Leon skidded to a halt.

His feet grounded. His eyes locked onto the charging wolf.

And then—

He threw.

The spear left his fingers like a meteor.

Wind screamed.

Air cracked apart behind it.

And the beast had no time to react.

Neither head could dodge. Neither claw could parry.

Because the moment the spear struck—

It obliterated both heads in a single, deafening explosion.

The twin necks burst like ruptured pipes of flesh and flame. The massive body convulsed once, then collapsed in a smoking heap before it even had the chance to cry out.

And the spear didn’t stop.

It hurtled across the chamber and smashed into the far wall with a thunderous blast, embedding itself so deep the wall fractured outward in a web of shattered stone.

A shockwave echoed back through the entire corridor.

Outside, Liora flinched as dust trickled from the ceiling. Her wide eyes locked onto the door.

’What in the world... was that?’ she thought.

Back inside the chamber—

Leon exhaled.

Calm. Focused.

His gaze lingered on the motionless corpse.

’Done.’

But he didn’t relax.

Not yet.

Because in dungeons like this—

Victory was only the beginning.