SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 47: Lin Fang The Man of Culture
Chapter 47: Lin Fang The Man of Culture
Chapter 47: Lin Fang The Man of Culture
Leon knew he couldn’t waste time contemplating this tragedy any longer. He had the causality now—finally. That meant he could purchase the book that might hold the information he desperately needed.
#. Self-Biography of the Great Master Longstaff _(Rare – Book)_
An autobiographical disaster penned by a self-proclaimed genius who claims to have seduced a dragon, outdueled a sword saint, and dated a fairy. Contains way too many shirtless illustrations and footnotes about "techniques" that definitely aren’t martial. _My journey from Lowest of the Low Ascendant Realm to Divine Realm._
Price:100 casualties
Vendor: _Master Longstaff the Endlessly Accomplished_
It was suspiciously cheap, which made it easier for Leon to gamble on. Still, from the description alone, he already knew it would contain... questionable content.
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In his previous world, he’d died at the tender age of sixteen. Young. Far too young.
He hadn’t even finished high school. Hadn’t traveled. Hadn’t really lived. But somehow, against all odds, he had managed to have a girlfriend—briefly.
One week.
Seven days of awkward hand-holding, clammy palms, and bashful smiles traded between classes. It was clumsy and innocent, the kind of relationship that barely qualified as real by adult standards—but to him, back then, it had meant everything.
And then Devon happened.
His obnoxious, loud, effortlessly magnetic stepbrother who couldn’t, for the life of him, mind his own damn business.
A single joke. A badly timed comment. One smile too many in the wrong direction. That was all it took to shatter the fragile thing Leon had barely begun to build.
She left him the very next day—convinced he was using her to mask a secret crush on Devon. Not angry. Just... confused. Hurt.
He’d tried to explain. Told her it was all a misunderstanding. But nothing worked.
Leon still remembered standing in the school courtyard, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the pavement, his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. He’d watched her walk away without a word. Tears in her eyes. No explanation. No confrontation. Just silence that screamed louder than any goodbye.
The ache he’d felt then hadn’t vanished. It had only buried itself deeper.
It had been the first time he’d genuinely wanted to kill Devon—his infuriating, smug, impossibly obnoxious gay stepbrother.
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Thinking about the past still made his jaw tighten, but he’d moved on.
’That girl wasn’t right for me. If she left just because of some weird misunderstanding and the delusions she had in her head, then it was never going to last.’
Leon shoved those dead old feelings aside and focused. He thought about buying the book. Instantly, a translucent golden message appeared in front of him on the shimmering interface.
[Are you sure you want to use 100 Causality to buy _Self-Biography of the Great Master Longstaff_ _(Rare – Book)_?]
’Yes.’
He answered in his mind.
The moment his intent was confirmed, the balance in the upper corner of the interface changed.
[Causality: 288,900]
A thick book glitched into existence before him, much like the golden treasure chest had disappeared—reality bending, then snapping back.
Leon caught the hefty tome before it could hit the ground.
Just from the cover—featuring a naked woman with cat ears—he already understood the kind of journey he was in for. The title and author’s name, _Master Longstaff the Endlessly Accomplished_, had been a red flag, but the art? The art removed all doubt.
He stared at the cover for a moment longer. It was his first time seeing a true catwoman. Curiosity warred with secondhand embarrassment.
Shaking his head, Leon walked to the carved mahogany study table, pulled out a plush cushioned chair, and took a comfortable seat. But the moment his eyes drifted back to the sheer _thickness_ of the book, something clicked in his mind.
’Why didn’t I think of it earlier?’
He could materialize things inside his Time Dimension—if they were already stored in his soul-bound inventory. Which meant... he could read this inside. It wouldn’t cost him any time at all.
With a thought, he stored the book and immediately activated the Dimensional Hourglass. Or rather, its ability—he no longer needed the artifact itself.
The world shimmered around him. In an instant, he was inside.
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The Time Dimension appeared once more—vast, silent, endless. Smooth stone ground stretched into a pale horizon, the air saturated with a sense of stillness.
The book materialized in his hand the moment he thought of it. He took a seat on the warm, flat floor and opened it with cautious fingers. It had been a long time since he’d read anything for pleasure.
Within minutes, his face turned red.
He blushed. More than once. There were moments when his brows rose in shock, his eyes widened, his mouth even hung open.
The contents were... graphic. Brazen. Utterly shameless.
But also fascinating.
After six continuous hours of reading, Leon finally closed the book and let out a long breath.
There was a hint of respect in his expression.
Not because Lin Fang had reached the Lesser Divinity rank—practically an immortal with limitless lifespan. That wasn’t what impressed Leon.
It was the _way_ he had done it.
In the story, Lin Fang wasn’t the most talented. Others were born with higher affinities, better backgrounds, stronger destinies. He never even tried to outpace them. He simply carved out a strange, unexpected path—and stuck to it.
Lin Fang had been born in the Ascendant Realm on a planet called Blue Star. His journey began when his fiancée broke off their engagement. He had failed to awaken an affinity—even at age eighteen.
After being kicked out of his house, Lin Fang nearly died saving a voluptuous woman from thugs. He expected gratitude. Instead, she fled, leaving him to fight alone.
But in that moment, something triggered. He awakened a Rank 5 Illusion Affinity. Not as impressive as the geniuses with Rank 6 and multiple affinities—but rare enough. If used well, it could still make him strong. Strong enough to teach a few lessons. Especially to his former fiancée. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Lin Fang wasn’t handsome, but he was decently above average. Since childhood, he had dreamed of building his own harem. Not one filled with impossibly beautiful genius women—those were too much trouble—but with warm, loyal, quietly attractive girls who wouldn’t drag him into chaos.
During his Class Awakening Trial, he received a Unique S-ranked class: _Illusionary Playboy._
And that was the start of it.
He joined a sect to gain strength, made it into the inner circle, and there met the voluptuous library mistress—his first real teacher and his first true love.
She taught him everything.
Not about cultivation.
About sex.
Big breasts. A round ass as soft as sponge. She didn’t go easy on him.
Leon didn’t even try to hide his expression at this point. The scenes were vivid. The writing... a little too descriptive.
According to the book, Lin Fang hadn’t used tricks. Well—maybe a few. His class had its perks. But in the end, the library mistress spared him because, as she said, he had the biggest cock she had ever seen.
And so began Lin Fang’s unconventional journey. He stayed far from prodigies and entanglements, built a harem of curvy, cheerful women, and focused on safety, comfort, and longevity.
They weren’t the most talented girls. But they had soft personalities, big hearts, and—as the book kept emphasizing—amazing boobs and asses.
That, apparently, had been enough for Lin Fang.
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