SSS Awakening: I Can Create Skills By Will-Chapter 48: A Quiet Resolve

Ryn gave a welcoming smile as he continued.

"Visit the mission hall by dawn tomorrow."

Arthur nodded before asking. "When I’m not on a mission?"

"I advice to use the training hall."

Arthur nodded again.

Ryn took a step back.

"One last thing."

Arthur looked at him.

"This division grows stronger because our Commander would do anything to make you grow stronger."

Arthur answered. "That works for me."

Ryn smiled.

"Then you’ll fit in fine."

He turned to leave, then added over his shoulder.

"Get some rest. I have high hopes for you, as well as the Commander "

Arthur nodded as he watched him walk away.

Then he looked at the key in his hand.

A room.

A squad.

A direction.

It wasn’t salvation or safety.

But a starting point.

He closed the door behind him and stood still for a moment.

The room was quiet.

Not the uneasy kind of quiet he had grown up with, where silence meant something bad was about to happen.

This was different. It was... calm.

He observed the room in its silence.

It had a narrow bed, a simple desk and chair made of materials he assumed from a monster part.

To the side was a small rack fixed to the wall for armor and equipment.

And that was all.

Yet it already felt like more than he had owned in years.

Arthur slowly exhaled.

He had only spent a short time inside the guild, he understood how the world system worked.

The divisions, squads, missions, ranks, money, danger, reward.

He could already see the pattern.

Everything revolved around usefulness.

If you could fight, you were valuable.

If you could kill monsters, you were needed.

If you could survive, you were allowed to climb.

It was cruel, but it was honest.

Arthur walked further into the room and set his things down.

His armor went onto the rack.

His nearly condemned dagger was placed beside it.

That dagger had saved his life. It was rusty and worn out.

Obviously not meant for long battles, but it had held together long enough. Longer than it should have.

He would need a better weapon soon, he knew that.

Arthur sat on the edge of the bed.

Sixth Division.

He had not expected that outcome.

Out of all the possibilities, being taken by a commander personally was the last thing he imagined.

His lips moved quietly.

"Commander Lyra."

The name felt strange on his tongue.

She had walked into the hall like she owned it.

Spoke one sentence.

And changed his fate.

They called her strange.

They called her part of a weird bunch.

They said her division was full of odd cases.

Arthur found himself curious.

What kind of class does someone like that have?

What kind of power makes other commanders stop arguing?

And why did they treat her words like final decisions?

Arthur leaned back slightly.

He also wondered what the rest of the Sixth Division was like.

From what Ryn said, it was full of people no one else wanted.

People that didn’t fit neatly into the system.

Arthur almost smiled.

Sounds familiar.

He had spent his past life climbing through ugly places.

Not by being the strongest at the start.

Not even by being the most talented.

But by understanding people.

Their desires, their fears, their weaknesses, their strengths.

He knew how to work with others in the right moments.

But also, when to stay quiet and when to push forward.

Those skills had not disappeared just because he changed worlds.

If anything, they were more valuable here.

Arthur spoke softly to himself.

"I’ll work with them."

Not because he was kind or selfless, but because cooperation produced results.

Strong teammates meant higher survival, and higher survival meant more opportunities.

More opportunities meant faster growth.

This was simple.

But first, he needed to understand the system better. His own system.

The strange presence inside him that didn’t need to rely on just mana. And let him fight even when he should not have been able to.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Whatever it was. It was his advantage.

And advantages needed to be refined.

But not tonight.

His body reminded him that he had been running on adrenaline for far too long.

Arthur stood up and moved toward the small wash area attached to the room.

He stripped off his clothes and let cool water run over his skin.

Dirt washed away.

Dried blood disappeared.

Sweat vanished.

Layer by layer, the day peeled off him.

Arthur leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the basin.

He glanced at his reflection in the shallow pool of water.

A young face looked back at him.

Sharp features.

Clear eyes.

A face that looked a little too mature for someone who had just passed sixteen.

Silver hair, streaked with black, clung damply to his forehead.

His skin was clean, but faint scars were scattered across his body.

Small ones.

Old ones.

Marks left behind by hunger, street fights, and bad luck.

Scars of survival.

They did not make him ugly.

If anything, they gave his face a certain edge.

Not soft. Not delicate.

A type of handsomeness that felt grounded.

Real.

Arthur studied himself quietly.

On Earth, a face like this would have opened doors.

People would smile more.

Be friendlier. And offer small privileges.

Here?

It meant nothing.

This world did not care about faces.

It only cared about strength.

Arthur splashed water on his face and straightened.

"Cool," he said quietly.

He finished washing, dried himself, and put on clean clothes.

Then he lay down on the bed.

The mattress was firm.

It didn’t appear luxurious, but it was not painful either.

Arthur stared at the ceiling.

So much had changed.

In his past life, he had chased influence, wealth, and power in a world ruled by people.

Here, the world was ruled by monsters. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Dungeons.

And those who could survive them.

He had read stories like this before.

Transmigration.

Another world.

Systems.

But he never imagined it would happen to him.