SSS Awakening: I Can Create Skills By Will-Chapter 92: Flame Takes Form

Arthur barely finished reading through it.

Excitement surged through him.

Testing it himself felt far more appealing than staring at descriptions.

"Enough reading."

He muttered as he rose to his feet and walked toward the training section of the private hall. Rows of reinforced dummies stood in formation, along with advanced testing equipment built to endure high-level attacks.

Perfect.

Arthur rolled his shoulders and flexed his fingers.

"Let’s see what you can do."

He raised his hand and gathered his intent.

A familiar pressure formed in his palm, but this time it carried heat. The mana condensed into a dense construct, and flames flickered around its surface like a living shell.

Arthur’s eyes lit up.

The control felt natural and effortless.

He thrust his hand forward.

A wave of intent burst outward, but now it carried scorching force. Heat spread through the air as the suppression pressure slammed into the nearest training dummy.

Boom.

The impact pushed the dummy back slightly, its surface blackened by burn marks.

Arthur blinked.

"That’s cool."

Previously his attacks relied on pure force. Now they carried weight and heat together. The pressure alone was stronger, and the burning effect lingered afterward.

He laughed.

"Again."

This time he focused on compression.

He condensed his intent into a thin shape, forcing the energy into a narrow point. A small blade of flame formed above his palm, sharp and steady.

He flicked his wrist.

The blade shot forward and pierced cleanly through the dummy’s reinforced surface before dissolving.

Arthur whistled.

"That penetration..."

He continued experimenting.

Spears of condensed fire intent.

Rotating discs that cut through the air.

Chains of flaming constructs that extended from his hand before snapping back.

Each form responded instantly to his thoughts. His control allowed smooth shifts between wide attacks and precise strikes.

The versatility thrilled him.

He moved faster, letting instinct guide him.

A curved flaming blade formed along his arm as he slashed through multiple targets. A burst of thermal pressure followed, pushing the surrounding dummies back.

The hall filled with heat.

Arthur felt no strain.

Instead, he felt sharper.

Stronger.

More complete.

"Alright," he said, breathing faster, "let’s try contact release."

He drew his dagger.

Focusing carefully, he layered Manifest Intent over the weapon. Fire wrapped around the blade like flowing silk, clinging to its surface without dispersing.

The weapon hummed faintly.

Arthur stepped forward and struck a dummy.

The moment the blade made contact, the element detonated.

A concentrated burst of heat erupted from the impact point, scorching deep into the material.

Arthur’s eyes widened.

"That’s insane."

The release was controlled, precise, and devastating at close range.

He tested again.

And again.

Each strike produced localized explosions of heat that penetrated deeper than ordinary force ever could.

The growth in power was undeniable.

But more than power, it was adaptability that amazed him.

Wide suppression.

Precision constructs.

Weapon enhancement.

Thermal pressure.

Ignition impact.

All flowing seamlessly from the same skill.

Arthur laughed as he continued moving through the hall, switching between applications, experimenting freely like a child given a new toy.

He launched bursts of suppression to push multiple targets back.

He formed rotating shields of heated intent to block incoming training projectiles.

He shaped a spinning spear of fire and hurled it across the hall.

He even attempted shaping small floating flames that followed his movement, reacting to his intent like extensions of his will.

Not all attempts succeeded.

Some collapsed mid-formation.

Some burned out too quickly.

But each failure taught him something new.

Hours seemed to pass without him noticing.

His control improved steadily. His movements grew smoother. His understanding deepened.

The training equipment bore the proof.

Scorch marks.

Deep cuts.

Burned surfaces.

Even the reinforced materials showed damage.

Arthur finally slowed, breathing heavily but smiling widely.

"This... this changes everything."

His strength had not just increased.

His options had multiplied.

His intent now carried an element that could overwhelm defenses, disrupt enemies, and reshape battlefields.

And this was only the beginning.

Arthur stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by the marks of his progress, and let out a satisfied breath.

His growth felt clearer this time.

And as the remaining flames faded from his hands, one thought echoed quietly in his mind.

He had only just started understanding his true potential.

Arthur finally stopped.

His chest rose and fell slowly as he stood in the middle of the private hall, surrounded by scorched training dummies and faint heat still hanging in the air. The excitement from testing his new power had faded, leaving behind pure exhaustion.

His arms felt heavy.

His legs ached.

Even gathering a little mana now felt like lifting a mountain.

"Yeah... that’s enough," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

The training had pushed him far beyond his limit. The fire attribute made his skill stronger, but the cost was clear. His already tired body and small mana pool had taken a serious hit.

He stretched slowly, joints popping as the tension eased from his muscles. Every movement reminded him how much he had done today.

Dungeon run.

Commander’s test.

Fire seed integration.

Training.

He laughed weakly. "Anyone else would’ve died halfway."

After resting for a while on the training floor, Arthur finally stood up. He rolled his shoulders and prepared to leave. What he needed now was food, sleep, and maybe not seeing fire for the next few hours.

But just as he turned toward the exit, he noticed a figure entering the hall.

Arthur paused.

A man walked in with steady, confident steps. His posture was straight, movements controlled, and the quiet pressure around him showed clear strength and experience.

Arthur didn’t recognize him.

But something about the man’s presence demanded attention.

As he came closer, Arthur’s eyes landed on the badge fixed to his armor.

Gold.

Arthur’s brows lifted slightly.

Gold rank.

Before he could think further, the man stopped in front of him and spoke first.

"I am Theo Virex, Fire Mage of the Crimson Arc Division."