My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world-Chapter 54: Kent’s Mischief Among Thousands

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Ethan says we are here. We are finally at the graveyard mountains. The bus driver pushed the break hard.

Whoosh!

Break!

Kent says this is impressive. The area is covered with multiple army vehicles and hundreds of army officers guarding the entrance. The area is continuously observed by the army helicopter.

WHIRL!

PAAT!

🚁

Kent says to himself. Looks like I will make a fortune here. This place is covered with very thick spiritual energy.

Ethan comes closer to Kent, saying. What are you waiting for? Hurry up, find a good place, and start cultivating now. Otherwise, you won’t find a good spot.

Kent says. Don’t you want to enter the ruins? You guys go ahead. I will wander around a bit, and then I will join you guys.

The graveyard mountains were alive with spiritual energy. Thousands of students from all corners of Dragon County had gathered, their conversations creating a symphony of excitement, nerves, and anticipation.

They stood in groups, some chatting animatedly while others meditated, sitting cross-legged, mentally preparing for the cultivation.

Kent stepped out of the bus, taking in the sight before him. It was a sea of people, all here for the same reason: the cultivation boost. But Kent’s mind worked differently. He can’t cultivate like others.

"Thousands of students, all emotionally charged... If I play my cards right, I can rake in hundreds of thousands of SP in one go!" He smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Now, one spiritual fruit cost is One Million SP. Now, If I want to level up my cultivation. I need FIVE MILLIONS of SP points. I must take this opportunity to earn as much SP as possible.

Kent’s first idea came to him as his stomach growled. He pulled out his famous stinky momos from system storage, wrapped neatly in a cloth. The moment he unwrapped them, the pungent smell wafted through the air.

Phew!

Sniff! Sniff!

"What is that smell?!" a nearby student shouted, covering their nose. Someone pooped here. What the Fuck, who poop here? We are here for cultivation.

The stench spread quickly, triggering a wave of reactions.

"Ugh, what is that?!"

"Who shit in an open area like this?"

"My nose! My precious nose!"

Kent casually popped a momo into his mouth, chewing with exaggerated delight. "Mmm, delicious," he shouted, earning glares from the students around him.

Ding!

+99 SP from Student A (Disgust).

+88 SP from Student B (Annoyance).

+77 SP from Student C (Confusion).

The system notifications kept rolling in as more students caught a whiff of the infamous slinky momos.

Kent grinned, muttering to himself, "This is too easy."

Spotting a group of students meditating near a small stream, Kent’s mischievous mind sparked another idea. He casually walked to the stream and pretended to slip.

Splash!

Mud and water flew everywhere, drenching the meditating students.

"Hey!" one of them yelled, glaring at Kent. "What’s your problem?!"

Kent stood up, feigning innocence. "Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see the mud there because of the smell. I was distracted. Are you okay?"

The students were too annoyed to believe his apology.

Ding!

+150 SP from Student D (Frustration).

+120 SP from Student E (Anger).

Kent bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.

As Kent wandered through the crowd, he noticed a group of elite students boasting about their cultivation techniques. One of them loudly declared, "My family’s technique is the strongest in all of Dragon County!"

Kent decided to test their patience. With a sly grin, he activated his fire aura and heated a small piece of dried chilli he had in his system storage. He brought some herbs to cook inside the ruins.

Holding it near the ground, he released a burst of air that mimicked a loud farting sound.

PFFFFFFT!

The elite students froze. Their leader, the boastful one, turned red as everyone stared at him.

"W-what was that?!" someone whispered.

"Dude, did you just…?"

"It wasn’t me!" the leader shouted, his face burning with embarrassment.

Ding!

+199 SP from Elite Student (Humiliation).

+89 SP from Bystander (Amusement).

Kent casually walked away, trying not to burst into laughter.

Kent’s next plan involved some sleight of hand. Spotting a group of students who had removed their shoes for meditation, he quietly snuck in and swapped their shoes with mismatched pairs.

Minutes later, chaos erupted.

"Where are my shoes?!"

"These aren’t mine!"

"Who switched them?!"

Kent, pretending to help, handed out random shoes to confused students, earning annoyed glares and amused chuckles from the crowd.

Ding!

+120 SP from Student xxx (Irritation).

+100 SP from Student xxx (Confusion).

+150 SP from Student xxx (Amusement).

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As he schemed, a familiar chime echoed in his mind.

Ding!

System Notification:

"Host is in a densely populated area. Would you like assistance in creating a tool for widespread emotional reaction?"

Kent’s eyes lit up, his curiosity piqued. "You’re suggesting I create something to mess up more with all these people?"

System Response:

"Correct. With the host’s SSS-Rank Architect of Creation, materials in this area can be utilized to design a functional item. Would you like to proceed?"

Kent smirked. "Oh, you know me too well, system. Let’s do this. Guide me."

Ding!

"Analyzing surroundings... Materials identified: leftover stinky momos, spiritual herbs, moist soil, and an empty spiritual stone casing. Combining these can result in a Stinky Bomb."

Kent pulled out his pouch and began gathering the suggested materials. Nearby students glanced at him suspiciously, but he waved them off with an innocent smile.

"Alright, system," Kent muttered. "What’s the recipe?"

System Notification:

Base: Use the momo as the core. The leftover oils and smell will create the primary stink.

Enhancer: Add shredded spiritual herbs to amplify the odour and trigger stronger emotional reactions.

Binding Agent: Mix in moist soil to hold the ingredients together.

Ignition Catalyst: Insert a fragment of an empty spiritual stone casing to create a small, controlled burst.

Kent followed the instructions, his hands working quickly and efficiently. He wrapped the ingredients tightly, then he made a small flame in his finger, his hellfire heating the bomb slightly to seal it together.

When he was done, he held up the small, lumpy object. It looked harmless enough, but the faint whiff of its smell was enough to make Kent wrinkle his nose.

"Ugh," he said, holding it at arm’s length. "This thing is disgusting. Perfect."

Before using it on a crowd, Kent decided to test the stinky bomb in a quieter area. He moved to a less crowded corner of the gathering and lobbed the bomb into a patch of bushes.

BOOM!

💥

The bomb exploded with a muffled pop, releasing a cloud of foul-smelling smoke that wafted through the air.

Nearby students froze, their faces contorting in disgust.

"Ugh, what is that?!"

"Who let a skunk loose here?!"

"I’m going to throw up!"

Ding!

+99 SP from Student xxx (Disgust).

+88 SP from Student xxx (Annoyance).

+77 SP from Student xxx (Confusion).

Kent grinned as the system notifications rolled in. "This is a goldmine," he muttered.

System Notification:

"Host has successfully created the first Stinky Bomb. Would you like to improve its design for future use?"

Kent tilted his head, intrigued. "What kind of improvements are we talking about?"

System Response:

"Possible enhancements include:

Duration Boost: Increase the lingering effect of the smell.

Range Expansion: Cover a wider area with the stench.

Emotion Amplification: Trigger stronger emotional responses."

"Emotion amplification, huh?" Kent says, his grin widening. "That sounds like my kind of upgrade. Let’s do it."

The system guided him to add more spiritual herbs to the mix and refine the ignition catalyst. By the time he finished, he had three improved stinky bombs ready to go.

Armed with his new creations, Kent wandered back into the crowd, looking for the perfect spot to unleash his chaos. He found a large group of students meditating near a quiet stream.

"This’ll be fun," Kent whispered, tossing a bomb into the middle of the group.

BOOM!

💥

A cloud of putrid smoke erupted, sending the meditating students scrambling.

"Ugh, what is that?!"

"My nose!"

"I think I’m going to die!"

Ding!

+150 SP from Group xxx, xxx, xxx (Collective Disgust).

+120 SP from Student xxx (Frustration).

+100 SP from Student xxx (Amusement).