SSS Awakening: I Can Create Skills By Will-Chapter 59: Echoes Left Behind

Arthur exhaled slowly, the weave dissolving as he stood there, chest rising and falling. He could already hear distant voices now, boots and echoes drawing closer.

Time to wrap it up.

He knelt and worked quickly, movements practiced, careful not to damage the cores. A clean cut here, a twist there. The storage device pulsed faintly as he fed mana into it, swallowing the cores whole without adding any extra weight on him.

Arthur straightened and flexed his fingers, feeling the ease of it.

"Worth every yen," he murmured.

The voices were closer now.

He wiped his blade, and slid the dagger back into place, and took one last look at the empty corridor ahead. His heart was steady, his mind clear, and beneath it all was a quiet satisfaction.

This was working.

The weave. The flow. The control.

And next time, he wouldn’t just be testing.

With that, Arthur kept moving.

Behind him, the rest of the explorers reached the narrow stretch of corridor where he had fought moments earlier. Their boots slowed almost at the same time, not because anyone shouted a warning, but because something felt off.

As they noticed the two goblin corpses lay sprawled on the stone.

It didn’t seem to had be here for long.

One of the explorers crouched and pressed his fingers to the blood pooling beneath a body, then frowned. "Still warm."

Another leaned closer, eyes narrowing at the cuts. "Clean work. Too clean."

They had seen dead monsters earlier in the dungeon, but those bodies were stiff, their blood dark and dry, but some of their cores still remained intact. This was different. The wounds were precise, almost careful, and both cores had been removed without cracking or damage.

And there was no loot left behind around also.

Absolutely nothing.

Kael straightened slowly, hand tightening on his weapon. "That’s strange."

The word hung in the air longer than it should have.

No one laughed it off. No one shrugged.

Someone else spoke up, quieter. "You think there’s another team ahead of us?"

"Maybe," Kael said, though his eyes stayed on the bodies. "Or maybe not."

Either way, he raised his hand and gestured forward. "Stay sharp. Close ranks."

The mood shifted. Conversations died down. Spacing tightened. Weapons stayed half raised as they moved on, scanning corners and broken pillars more carefully than before.

Tracks appeared now and then, light impressions in dust or smeared blood, but they never lasted long. They vanished too quickly to follow, which only made the tension worse.

Someone muttered that it might be the team that cleared the dungeon yesterday, retracing their steps. It was a reasonable thought, and they clung to it.

None of them realized that the cause of their unease was already far ahead.

Arthur didn’t know about the glances or the tightened grips behind him, and even if he did, he wouldn’t have cared.

By the time they noticed he was missing, it would be too late.

He smirked faintly as he moved, his pace steady, controlled, and efficient. The dungeon felt different when he was alone. Quieter, but not empty. The air carried intent, pressure, the faint pulse of something still growing.

A translucent interface slid into view as he walked.

He slowed just enough to read it.

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❂ SOVEREIGN INTENT SYSTEM ❂

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⟦ Intent Point Evaluation ⟧

• Source: E-Rank Goblin

• Base Intent Points: 3

⟬ Modifiers Applied ⟭

→ Solo Engagement Bonus: +20%

→ Controlled Battlefield Bonus: +15%

→ Skill Integration Bonus: +10%

━━━ CALCULATION ━━━

3 × 1.35

━━━ INTENT POINTS GAINED ━━━

✦ +4.05 IP ✦

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Another panel followed immediately after. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

✦══════════════════════════════════════✦

❂ SOVEREIGN INTENT SYSTEM ❂

✦══════════════════════════════════════✦

⟦ Intent Point Evaluation ⟧

• Target: E-Rank Goblin

• Base Intent Points: 3

⟬ Modifiers Applied ⟭

→ Solo Engagement Bonus: +20%

→ Precision Kill Bonus: +10%

→ Sustained Intent Control Bonus: +15%

━━━ CALCULATION ━━━

3 × 1.35

━━━ INTENT POINTS GAINED ━━━

✦ +4.05 IP ✦

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Arthur exhaled slowly and dismissed the interface.

"So the intent points really does scale," he murmured to himself.

The base was still low, as expected, but the modifiers were stacking cleanly. Not wildly, not unfairly, but in a way that rewarded intent, control, and risk. Just how he liked it.

This meant one thing.

Higher rank monsters would be worth far more.

His fingers flexed around the dagger as he moved again, eyes scanning for anything left behind. Broken weapons. Scattered bones. Cracked armor plates. Anything the previous team hadn’t bothered with.

He worked quickly, efficiently, slipping items into the storage device with practiced ease. The space it gave him changed everything. No weight. No noise. No hesitation.

And he had a debt to pay.

Arthur didn’t slow. If anything, he picked up the pace.

That was when he heard the noises again.

Movement.

He rounded a bend and spotted them almost immediately. Two goblins, standing near a fractured wall, sniffing at the air like animals that knew something wasn’t right.

For a brief moment, all four eyes locked onto him.

Arthur stopped.

"So you’re still spawning," he said lightly. "Good to know."

The goblins stiffened, and he could almost see the shift in their minds. Recognition. Hunger. Violence. They didn’t hesitate for long.

As they lunged.

Arthur stepped forward instead of back.

Intent Weave unfolded around him, invisible threads spreading low and wide across the stone. The first goblin leapt, screeching, but the moment it entered the field its speed dropped sharply, its body jerking midair like it had slammed into thick mud.

"Too predictable," Arthur said.

He slid under the goblin as it landed awkwardly, his dagger tracing a shallow cut along its calf. The goblin howled and stumbled, its momentum completely broken.

The second goblin charged straight at him, blade raised high. Arthur twisted, letting the weave tighten, and the goblin’s sprint slowed to a clumsy stagger.

Arthur kicked out.

Thud.

The impact sent the goblin reeling backward, boots scraping against the stone with a harsh screech. Before it could recover, Arthur was already there.

Execution Intent surged.

His dagger flashed.

Shhk.

The goblin collapsed in a spray of blood, its body hitting the ground with a dull crack.