SSS Awakening: I Can Create Skills By Will-Chapter 65: Tracing the Flow

Kael stood at the center, directing everything.

"Focus targets."

"Maintain formation."

"Don’t chase alone."

His voice remained steady, and the group’s nervous tension slowly turned into focus.

When everything was ready, Kael raised his hand.

"Move."

The operation began.

The shield bearer charged first, activating a basic defensive skill.

A faint glow covered his body as Iron Guard hardened his defense.

Goblin scouts noticed the movement and screeched.

And the battle erupted.

Fire bolts from goblin casters shot through the air.

As a ranged explorer responded immediately.

"Wind Arrow!"

A compressed arrow of wind pierced through a goblin’s chest, dropping it instantly.

Melee fighters rushed forward, blades flashing.

Steel clashed against crude weapons.

A swordsman activated Power Slash, his blade glowing faintly as he cleaved through a goblin warrior’s guard.

Blood sprayed.

The support mage raised her staff.

"Minor Reinforcement."

And a soft light enveloped the frontliners, boosting their strength and stamina.

The team moved smoothly.

Much smoother than before.

Their coordination showed clear improvement from their last dungeon run.

They covered each other.

They communicated.

They adapted.

Kael observed everything while fighting.

A goblin lunged at him wildly.

But he sidestepped and struck with controlled force, knocking the creature down before finishing it with a precise stab.

"Left flank," he called.

Two explorers responded instantly, intercepting approaching goblins.

Another caster appeared behind a tent, gathering unstable mana.

Kael reacted first.

"Interrupt that."

A dagger flew from one of the scouts, breaking the goblin’s casting.

The fight wasn’t easy.

The goblins resisted fiercely.

Some moved faster than expected. Others used crude coordination, surrounding isolated targets when possible.

But the explorers held formation.

They learned and they adapted.

And slowly, the camp began to fall.

Minutes later, the last goblin collapsed.

Silence returned.

Heavy breathing filled the air.

Then someone laughed.

"We did it."

Relief spread through the group.

They had cleared the camp without casualties.

Not perfectly. Not effortlessly.

But successfully.

Kael exhaled and lowered his weapon. "Good work."

There was genuine approval in his voice.

As they began collecting the spoils.

Goblin cores.

Weapons.

Materials.

Even simple equipment.

Unlike the previous camp discovered by the other group, this one still held most of its resources.

And they divided the loot fairly, sharing rewards with smiles and light jokes.

"Mutation might not be so bad after all."

"Don’t say that too loud," someone replied, laughing.

Optimism filled the air.

Despite the danger, this mission now looked far more profitable than expected.

Kael, however, remained thoughtful.

He looked at the camp quietly.

A dungeon that rebuilt itself this fast...

That wasn’t normal.

It could mean greater rewards.

But it could also mean greater danger waiting ahead.

He tightened his grip on his weapon.

"We stay cautious," he said. "This might not be the only camp."

The others nodded.

Blessing or curse.

They would soon find out.

For now, they moved forward together, stronger than before, ready to face whatever the dungeon had prepared next.

Meanwhile, Arthur moved through the dungeon for several minutes after leaving the area.

The path ahead was quiet.

Too quiet.

He didn’t come across another goblin camp. Only small groups appeared along the way, scattered stragglers moving in twos, threes, sometimes fours. They wandered without direction, almost like fragments trying to rebuild something that had already been destroyed.

It confirmed one thing.

The dungeon was still respawning monsters.

Arthur cut them down without much effort. His movements were quick and efficient, his blade clean, his breathing steady. The fights didn’t slow him down, and he barely paid attention to them.

What interested him more were the remains.

He crouched beside fallen monsters he found along the way and removed their cores with practiced precision. Some also that had been killed by previous explorers, their bodies and loots left behind in a hurry.

Arthur didn’t mind.

Free profit was still profit.

He stored the cores inside his storage device with a satisfied look. "Wasteful," he muttered under his breath. "If you kill it, at least take the core."

The device shimmered faintly as another core disappeared inside. Every time he used it, he felt a small sense of relief.

Without it, hauling this much would have been impossible.

He continued walking.

More stragglers appeared.

More quick kills.

More cores.

But as time passed, a faint irritation began to grow inside him.

He clicked his tongue after finishing another small group. "That can’t be it."

One goblin camp.

Just one.

He refused to believe that.

If a dungeon mutation could rebuild a full camp once, then there had to be others. The thought of other explorers finding them first left a sour feeling in his chest.

Arthur stopped walking for a moment, staring down an empty passage.

"If they get to it first..." he muttered, shaking his head.

That wouldn’t do.

He needed resources.

Not just for profit, but for survival.

He still had debts to settle. He still needed better equipment, better weapons, better tools to grow stronger. Strength meant security, and security meant control over his own life.

That familiar mindset surfaced again.

The calm, calculating instinct he once lived by.

His old mafia boss habits.

He smirked slightly as the thought settled in.

"Then I just have to move smarter."

Frustration slowly turned into focus. And focus began turning into an idea.

He resumed walking, but his attention shifted inward.

Recently, during his experiments with intent, something had changed. His awareness of mana had sharpened. At first he thought it was nothing, just a vague feeling in the background.

But now he began to remember certain details.

The goblin camp he cleared earlier.

The flow of mana there had felt different.

Denser and disturbed.

And after he killed everything, the flow had slowly thinned, like water draining from a basin.

At the time, he ignored it.

Now he stopped walking completely.

"...Wait."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

If mana behaved differently around living creatures...

Then that meant something.

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