SSS Awakening: I Can Create Skills By Will-Chapter 70: The Shadow That Passed

A wave of system notifications rang across Arthur’s vision, flooding his sight with rewards and intent points, but he pushed them aside without looking.

What mattered was the result.

He had won.

Cleanly.

Absolutely.

Arthur looked at the fallen hobgoblin and stretched his shoulders.

"That was quicker than expected."

A faint smile appeared.

But then he sensed it again.

The distortion behind him.

The humans. They were much closer now.

He clicked his tongue.

"No time to relax."

He wiped his dagger clean and turned toward the remaining camp.

His work here wasn’t finished yet. And neither was the hunt.

Arthur didn’t intend to waste time on the goblins left.

At this point, they were only standing there, frozen, waiting. Their crude weapons trembled in their hands, their eyes wide with fear. The will to fight had already left them.

They were simply waiting to be killed.

Arthur stepped forward.

"I’ll finish this quickly," he muttered to himself, his voice calm, almost indifferent.

And he did.

The killings came faster than when he had first arrived. There was no resistance now, no struggle, no desperate retaliation. The goblins could barely move under the crushing pressure surrounding them.

His Sovereign’s Domain was fully active.

An invisible force pressed down on the camp like a heavy sky. The air itself felt thick, suffocating. The ground beneath Arthur’s feet seemed to answer to his will, and every step he took carried a quiet authority.

The goblins felt it.

They shivered violently, their thin bodies shaking as if caught in a storm only they could see. Some dropped their weapons. Others fell to their knees, scratching at their throats as if the air had turned solid. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Their instincts screamed at them to run, yet their legs refused to obey.

Arthur walked through them like a passing shadow.

His dagger moved with amplified precision, guided by his intent and strengthened by the Domain. Each strike was clean. Each motion flowed into the next without pause.

A throat opened.

A chest pierced.

A life ended.

There was no wasted movement. No hesitation. His skills felt sharper, stronger, as if the world itself bent slightly to assist him. The Domain amplified everything he did, turning simple techniques into overwhelming executions.

He moved like death given form, reaping lives with quiet certainty.

A goblin tried to scream but no sound came out. Its eyes met Arthur’s for a brief second, filled with raw terror, before the blade slipped through its neck.

Another tried to crawl away. Arthur stepped past it and ended its struggle without even looking down.

The fear around him fed the pressure, and the pressure deepened the fear. It was a cycle the goblins could not escape.

Arthur himself felt nothing from it.

Only focus.

Only intent.

Still, even as he cut down the remaining monsters, he did not forget to observe his surroundings. His Sovereign’s Perception stretched outward like invisible threads, scanning everything within range.

And what he sensed made his eyes narrow.

They were coming.

The group of explorers he had noticed earlier had increased their pace. The noise from the battle had clearly reached them. Their movements were hurried, direct.

But it wasn’t just them.

Another presence stirred at the edge of his perception. A second group, drawn by the same disturbance. Their approach was different, less coordinated but just as fast.

Arthur clicked his tongue softly.

"Troublesome."

He had no intention of being caught here.

His movements changed at once.

The calm efficiency of before turned sharper, more brutal. He stopped holding back even the smallest bit of strength. His dagger flashed like a streak of light, cutting down the remaining goblins with ruthless speed.

One strike.

Two strikes.

Three.

Bodies fell faster than the eye could follow. Blood sprayed across the ground, and the already broken camp grew silent one life at a time.

Within minutes, it was over.

The last standing goblin stared at him with hollow eyes, its body trembling so badly it could barely hold itself upright. Arthur walked toward it slowly.

For a brief moment, the creature seemed to beg.

Arthur ended it without a word.

Silence followed.

The important part began.

Everything he had done, all the risks he had taken, could still go to waste if the approaching groups caught him now. The kills alone meant nothing if he lost the rewards.

Arthur moved immediately.

His dagger shifted from weapon to tool as he began harvesting the goblin cores with swift, practiced movements. His hands worked with precision, cutting through flesh and bone without hesitation.

Fast. Clean. Efficient.

But he wasn’t satisfied.

The approaching presences grew closer with every passing second. He could feel the time slipping away.

So he adapted.

Instead of handling each corpse separately, he began grouping them, adjusting angles, minimizing repeated movements. He guided his actions purely through intent, letting instinct shape his efficiency. His hands moved almost before his thoughts formed.

Cut. Extract. Store. Repeat.

His breathing grew heavier as tension built in his chest. The two groups were getting closer. Just a few minutes away now.

"Faster," he whispered, pushing himself harder.

His muscles strained, but he didn’t slow down. The Sovereign’s Domain still lingered faintly around him, helping him maintain control despite the pressure.

At last, he finished harvesting the cores.

But Arthur didn’t stop there.

He quickly searched the camp itself. Goblins were greedy creatures. They gathered anything that held even the slightest value, and he knew their camp would contain useful materials.

He was right.

Crude weapons, parts of their fallen kin, fragments of equipment, and scattered resources lay inside the rough structures. Without hesitation, he swept everything into his storage device.

His movements became a blur.

Using Intent Step, he dashed from one structure to another, appearing and disappearing like a flicker of light. His body moved with a speed he had never displayed before, driven entirely by urgency.

He didn’t dare to pause.

Not even when he began hearing distant voices.

Footsteps.

Shouts.

The explorers had entered the outer edges of the camp.

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