SSS Level Talent :This Assasin Is Bit Strong

"Cheng Gang, shut your mouth!"

The warm smile on Sister Chen's face vanished in an instant. She spun around and glared at the armored warrior with fierce authority.

Her voice was sharp, firm—completely different from the gentle tone she'd used just moments ago. She was the captain of this team, and no one was allowed to question her decisions in public.

Cheng Gang—still fuming with jealousy—tensed at the scolding but bit his tongue. Even though his face was still full of resentment, he knew better than to argue back in front of everyone.

The other two teammates stood silently behind him. They didn't speak up, but it was clear they shared his doubts. Letting a just-promoted Level 20 rookie join them on a difficult dungeon run seemed... risky.

Sister Chen turned back to Lucas with her charming smile already restored, as if nothing had happened.

The speed at which her expression changed stunned Lucas.

"Is this gentle priest really the same person who was just ready to start a brawl?"

"Handsome, are you really only Level 20?" she asked again, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Lucas nodded. "Yup. Brand new. But I promise—I'm solid."

He smiled calmly. He was curious to see what she would decide.

Sister Chen hesitated. "And... have you completed your class advancement yet? You know—passed the job advancement dungeon?"

Lucas shook his head. "Not yet. That's why I'm here. I wanted to run some dungeons first, grab some gear before attempting the class test."

Sister Chen exhaled softly, her hopes deflating.

"So he really is a total newbie..."

She had thought maybe she'd stumbled upon a hidden expert pretending to be low-level. But no—this was just a good-looking, fresh Level 20 rookie.

"Well, there's not much we can do then." She sighed.

Her eyes lingered on Lucas's youthful face, glowing under the sunlight, full of energy and promise.

She hesitated, clearly reluctant. But as the party leader, she had a responsibility to the others.

"The difficult-level dungeon can be tough. If your damage output isn't high enough, it'll slow everyone down or worse..." she trailed off, before adding with regret: "I'm sorry, but we'll have to pass."

Lucas simply nodded, unsurprised and not remotely offended.

He understood the decision perfectly. At Level 20, without high-level gear or a demonstrated skillset, there was no reason anyone should gamble on him. In fact, if it weren't for his SSS-level Talent and overpowered awakening skill, he himself wouldn't believe his damage output was good enough.

He didn't fault her for it at all.

Besides, he never intended to join their team in the first place.

The job advancement dungeon he would face next was a solo challenge—he couldn't take anyone with him, even if he wanted to.

But before that, he had decided to test himself.

"Let's solo a Level 20 dungeon on difficult difficulty."

If it turned out to be easy, he'd crank up the challenge to Nightmare difficulty next.

Lucas had already done his homework. Dungeons were categorized into four difficulty levels:

Normal

Difficult

Nightmare

Hell

The Level 20 dungeons only supported the first three—Normal, Difficult, and Nightmare.

Hell difficulty didn't unlock until the Level 60+ range, and it was meant for the absolute top-tier professionals.

Lucas glanced down at the purple-edged ticket in his hand.

"Let's start with Difficult mode. If it's too easy… we'll crank it up tomorrow."

He approached the portal entrance, its swirling starlight glowing steadily.

A system prompt appeared before him:

> "Level 20 Dungeon Ticket detected. Confirm entry?"

Lucas tapped [Confirm], and the portal reacted instantly.

The starlight began to spin faster, glowing from blue to a deep, glowing purple. Energy surged like a whirlpool of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, Lucas stepped forward—and disappeared.

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"What the hell? Did he just go in?" Cheng Gang yelled in disbelief, rubbing his eyes.

Sister Chen turned quickly. She hadn't expected it either.

She and her team watched in stunned silence as the portal's light dimmed—meaning someone had just entered.

They all looked at each other.

"…That was Lucas, right?" she asked quietly.

"I saw it too," one of her teammates confirmed. "He entered the difficult mode dungeon."

They all froze.

Normal difficulty gave off a plain white glow.

Difficult difficulty was purple.

Nightmare was red.

Hell… black.

The swirling violet light that had just faded?

Definitely Difficult.

"Wait... he's going in solo?" Sister Chen gasped.

Her eyes widened in alarm.

"Why would he do that?!"

What if he was upset after being rejected? Was he trying to prove something? Was his pride that fragile?

No sane solo player tried a difficult dungeon alone. Not at Level 20.

He was an assassin too—lightly armored, close-combat based. That class didn't have the bulk to soak damage or the healing to recover mid-battle. Going in solo was suicide.

Sister Chen frowned, worried.

"…He couldn't have taken that personally, right?"

"Maybe," another teammate said. "Or maybe he's just... inexperienced."

"He could die in there!" she exclaimed. "All just to prove he's strong enough?"

"I think..." the female cleric in the team muttered, squinting in thought. "...maybe he's just using the dungeon as a way to return to the city quickly?"

Everyone looked at her.

"Think about it. He's a rich newbie. Maybe he didn't want to walk all the way back to the main city, so he bought a cheap ticket, jumped into the dungeon, and figured the monsters would kill him. Then he'd just respawn in the city."

"…That's insane." Cheng Gang shook his head. "Who would waste 50,000 yuan on resurrection fees just to skip a walk?"

Silence.

None of them could believe it. None of it made sense.

But no other explanation seemed to fit.

Why else would a rookie assassin go into a Difficult-level dungeon alone?

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Meanwhile, inside the dungeon…

Lucas stood silently in a dark cavern, letting his eyes adjust.

The environment around him shimmered with danger.

Tangled vines. Crumbling stone walls. Shadows flitting across torchlit paths.

"Let's see what you've got." Lucas muttered, drawing his dagger with a metallic snikt.

His confidence wasn't arrogance—it was calculation.

He'd tested his damage output already. His SSS-rank skill didn't just boost damage—it multiplied it. His attack speed, critical rate, and burst combo potential were already monstrous.

Even without upgraded gear, he was stronger than most Level 30 players.

He took a step forward as a pair of glowing red eyes flickered to life in the distance.

The first mob had spawned.

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Back outside, Sister Chen and her team were still debating.

"...No way he survives more than five minutes," Cheng Gang muttered. "He'll be respawning at the city any moment now."

But just then—a message pinged on the dungeon board next to the portal.

The system tracked who entered and how long they lasted.

The screen flashed:

> Lucas – Dungeon In Progress – Time Elapsed: 4 minutes 59 seconds

Then...

> Time Elapsed: 6 minutes.

Cheng Gang's brow furrowed.

"...He's still alive?"

> 7 minutes.

> 10 minutes.

The longer the timer ran, the more the group's confidence cracked.

Sister Chen bit her lip, her concern growing into curiosity.

"Just who is this kid... really?"

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