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Now reading: Chapter 117: Starting from SSS Evolution: Upgrading My Trash Grade Skeleton to Godhood, a Fantasy novel by NoNameEntity.

The skinning was efficient and without ceremony.

The dark shadow leopard’s colossal fra submitted to the process with the specific, patient quality of sothing that has no further opinions about what happens to it — the blade moving through the hide with the particular, practiced ease of advanced sword mastery applied to a task that did not require advanced sword mastery but was improved by it anyway, the edge finding the correct lines with the intuitive, effortless quality of a hand that has stopped thinking about cutting and simply cuts.

The fire ca next — small, deliberate, the specific size of sothing that has been calibrated for function rather than comfort, built to cook rather than to announce. The at went over it with the dense, rich sll of a second-sequence creature’s star-energy-saturated flesh beginning the process of becoming sothing the body could absorb rather than simply contain.

He ate.

The specific, honest eating of soone who has been running on cultivation efficiency and deferred nutritional debt for longer than the efficient accounting of the body had preferred, the star-energy-fused at going down with the particular, satisfying quality of a resource eting a genuine deficit rather than a preference. He did not eat with the asured, cautious quality of soone monitoring their intake — he ate with the straightforward, committed quality of soone whose body had provided the arithtic and whose mind had decided to trust the arithtic.

Tommy and the Astral Bone Vanguard received the bones.

The division had the specific, natural quality of an arrangent that has been practiced enough to have stopped requiring deliberate execution — Lukas eating, the two summons receiving what remained, the monster’s colossal fra reducing under the collective, efficient attention of three entities who had each identified their portion of the available resource and were converting it without waste or competition.

In a matter of monts, nothing remained.

Not scraps. Not the residual evidence of a al. Nothing — the specific, total quality of consumption carried to its logical completion by the particular, complentary efficiency of a cultivator with the Star Devouring Body Refining thod and two summons with their own assimilation capabilities, each one extracting from the sa source in the specific, non-overlapping way of things that have found their respective lanes and are staying in them.

Lukas sat.

The cross-legged position arrived with the specific, practiced ease of sothing that has been perford enough tis in enough different conditions to have beco imdiate — the body knowing what the position ans and beginning the relevant internal preparations before the mind has consciously initiated them.

The Star Devouring Body Refining thod activated.

He felt the tons of at — the specific, compressed weight of a second-sequence creature’s star-energy-saturated substance beginning its conversion from consud mass into usable cultivation material — begin their processing at the molecular level with the particular, thorough quality of a technique that has been designed to extract maximum value from exactly this category of input. The useless fractions burned first — the fats and waste that the cultivation process had no use for, converted to the specific, white smoke that erged from his form in thin, quiet wisps with the unhurried patience of sothing that is completing a natural process rather than performing a forced one.

What remained after the burning was the distilled, essential quality of a second-sequence creature’s cultivation density, reduced to its most absorbable form and presented to the body’s cultivation infrastructure with the specific, ready quality of material that has been prepared rather than raw.

He pushed.

The relentless quality of the effort was not dramatic — not the strained, visually intense cultivation of soone who is forcing a breakthrough they are not ready for, but the specific, sustained quality of soone who is applying consistent, focused pressure to a process that has been building toward its conclusion across the entire afternoon and needs, now, only the final, committed push to complete the journey the day has been making.

His muscles strengthened in real ti.

The sensation was the specific, vivid quality of advancent that the body refining realm produced — not the abstract, internal cultivation shift of other breakthrough categories but the particular, imdiate physicality of a body being built rather than simply being cultivated, the muscles communicating their progress directly through the sensory channels that muscles communicate through, the strengthening present as sensation rather than inference.

Half an hour.

The smoke erged and thinned and erged again with the patient, rhythmic quality of a process completing its cycles without hurry.

Then —

Bam.

Not loud. The sound had the specific, soft quality of sothing internal reaching a threshold and releasing it — the particular, internal register of a barrier that has been approached from one side long enough and has finally yielded. Not an explosion. Not the dramatic, atmospheric disturbance that the word breakthrough implied when encountered in cultivation texts. Just the clean, imdiate quality of sothing giving way and the specific, imdiate quality of what occupied the space it had been occupying before it gave way.

Body refining rank eight.

I actually reached rank eight.

The ecstasy in his eyes was honest and unguarded — the specific, genuine quality of soone who has arrived at a result that their effort has been moving toward and has felt, in the arrival, the particular satisfaction of a distance asured and covered. Not the surprised ecstasy of soone who did not expect the result but the specific, full, confird ecstasy of soone who worked for the result and received it and is feeling the full weight of both the working and the receiving simultaneously.

He thought about the tiline.

The specific, honest accounting of how long it had been since the Star Domain’s first day — the cave, the sealed chamber, the rank four star energy gathering technique, the first ice dagger, the rank seven that the afternoon had built toward and achieved, and now this, rank eight, standing at the specific, proximity-of-peak quality of soone who is close enough to the second sequence to have the second sequence as a real rather than theoretical destination.

Most new awakeners at this tiline would still be negotiating survival at the settlent’s periter. The specific, docunted reality of the Star Domain’s attrition — ninety percent of new arrivals not making it past the first aningful threshold, the remaining ten percent spending weeks consolidating what the first days had cost them — was the baseline against which his progression existed.

He was on the verge of the second sequence.

If anyone knew.

The thought arrived with the specific, sobering quality of soone who has just catalogued their own anomaly and has imdiately recognized the social and strategic implications of the anomaly being catalogued by soone else. The Star Domain’s economy ran on capability assessnts. The value of an unexpected capability was the specific, compounding product of the capability’s actual power and the gap between its actual power and what others believed its actual power to be.

The gap was currently very large.

He intended to keep it that way.

The white smoke thinned and dissipated with the final, quiet quality of a process that has concluded cleanly — no residual, no remainder, just the specific, clean ending of sothing that has been completed rather than interrupted.

Body refining rank eight.

Tommy’s runes, sowhere in the peripheral shadows, continued their patient, elaborate developnt.

The Death God All Heavens Mandate waited with the specific, patient urgency of sothing that has been waiting all day and has decided that today is the day it stops waiting.

He breathed once — the specific, full breath of soone taking honest stock of what they are now that the process has finished making them — and began moving back toward the cleared hilltop where Ambrose and the unanswered questions and the ten-thousand-kiloter road to White Knight Settlent were waiting with the patient, accumulated quality of things that do not resolve themselves in a person’s absence.

The outer forest held its quiet around him.

And Lukas moved through it with the specific, settled quality of soone who has stopped being what they were and has not yet revealed to anyone else what they have beco.

He spent the ti getting acquainted with what rank eight actually ant from the inside.

Not the theoretical aning — the specific, lived aning of a body that has crossed a threshold and is now operating from a different baseline, the muscles carrying a density and responsiveness that rank seven had implied was available and rank eight had delivered. He moved through the forms with the particular, exploratory quality of soone taking inventory rather than performing — testing the new ceiling of what the body would do, the new floor of what it cost, the specific gap between the two that rank eight had opened up relative to what rank seven had provided.

Tommy watched from the periter.

And then, with the specific, patient quality of a creature that has been observing long enough to develop opinions about what it has been observing, Tommy began to imitate.

The movents were shaky..

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