SSS-Class Profession: The Path to Mastery-Chapter 351: Moving Forward

The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity after my declaration. I stood there, waiting for someone to speak, to object, to tell me I was insane for asking them to follow me deeper into this abyss of danger and uncertainty.

Instead, Camille was the first to break the quiet, her voice steady and resolute. "We’re with you."

The words were simple, but they carried the weight of absolute commitment. Alexis nodded in agreement and even Evelyn, hidden behind her blindfold, gave a small nod of acknowledgment.

But it was Sienna who surprised me most. After everything she’d said earlier, after laying out every rational reason why we should walk away, she looked me directly in the eyes and said, "I meant what I said about the risks. But I also meant what I said about supporting you no matter what."

The relief that washed over me was almost overwhelming. I’d prepared myself for the possibility that they might choose safety over loyalty, and I wouldn’t have blamed them. Instead, they were choosing to trust me with their lives, even after I’d made it clear that I might not be worthy of that trust.

"Thank you," I said, my voice rougher than I’d intended. "All of you. I know what I’m asking, and I know what it might cost. I won’t forget that."

Sienna stood up and walked over to me, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "We know who you are, Rey. The real you, not the public figure or the political candidate. We’ve seen you at your worst and your best, and we’re still here."

The moment was interrupted by my Strategist skill activating, my mind suddenly shifting into tactical mode as I began processing our current situation and immediate needs. The emotional weight of the conversation didn’t disappear, but it took a backseat to the analytical framework that had kept us alive through countless crises.

Priority one: Security. We needed to stay inside until Anthony gave us the all-clear. The assassination attempt had been professional, which meant there might be follow-up attacks or surveillance teams still in position. Moving prematurely could expose us to additional risks.

Priority two: Public perception. The failed assassination attempt could be spun as either a sign of our vulnerability or proof of our resilience. We needed to control that narrative before our enemies had a chance to shape it.

"Camille," I said, turning to face her as my Strategist skill continued organizing priorities and contingencies. "I need you to post something about today’s attack. The platform is yours to choose, after all people trust you in a way they don’t trust politicians."

She nodded, understanding immediately. This wasn’t the first time I’ve used her influence to my advantage. Her posts regularly reached millions of people, and her influence extended far beyond the fashion world. If anyone could help us control the narrative around today’s events, it was her.

"What angle do you want me to take?" she asked, already pulling out her phone and opening her social media management app.

"Hope," I said without hesitation. "The fact that someone tried to kill me and failed proves that what we’re fighting for can’t be extinguished. That the people who benefit from the current system are getting desperate enough to resort to violence, which means we’re winning."

Camille’s expression shifted as she began processing the message, her mind working through the nuances of tone and presentation that would make the biggest impact. "I can work with that. Give me a few minutes to craft something that doesn’t sound too political but still gets the point across."

She moved to the far side of the couch, settling into her usual spot by the TV. I could see her fingers already moving across her phone screen, drafting and redrafting until she found the perfect words.

"Alexis," I said, turning to the woman who’d become our personal doctor by now. "I need you to examine Evelyn. The Cain Protocol. I want to understand exactly what it did to her and whether it can be undone."

"I’ll need to run some tests," Alexis said, her medical training taking over. "Neural scans, blood work, psychological evaluation. It might take some time to get a complete picture."

"Take all the time you need," I replied. "We’re not going anywhere until Anthony gives us the signal anyway."

She nodded and walked over to Evelyn, speaking in low, gentle tones as she explained what she wanted to do. Evelyn agreed without hesitation, trusting Alexis completely despite the potential discomfort of the examination process.

"Come on," Alexis said, helping Evelyn to her feet. "Let’s go to my office. I’ve got most of the equipment we’ll need there."

They disappeared down the hallway, leaving me alone with Sienna, who was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

"So what now?" she asked. "You’ve made your decision, we’ve all committed to supporting you, and you’ve got everyone working on immediate priorities. What’s your next move?"

The question was simpler than she probably realized, but the answer was more complex than I wanted to admit. What did I do now? How did I prepare for a future that seemed to promise nothing but escalating violence and increasingly desperate enemies?

"I become stronger," I said finally. "More capable. Better prepared for whatever comes next."

It wasn’t a complete answer, but it was the only one I had. Every challenge we’d faced so far had been met with a combination of strategy, teamwork, and raw determination. But today’s assassination attempt had shown me that our enemies were getting more sophisticated, more willing to take extreme measures. If we were going to survive what was coming, I needed to push myself beyond my current limitations.

Sienna studied my face for a moment, then nodded with understanding. "You’re talking about training? Really training, not just maintaining your getting new skills via Copy or Absorb."

"Among other things," I confirmed. "I need to explore the limits of what the System allows. I need to understand how far I can push my abilities, what new skills I can develop on my own, what combinations and synergies I haven’t discovered yet."

She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the lingering stress-sweat from today’s events. "Just remember that you’re not doing this alone. Whatever you’re planning, whatever you’re preparing for, we’re part of it too."

Before I could respond, she stood on her toes and kissed my cheek, a gesture that was both intimate and reassuring. The warmth of her lips lingered on my skin as she pulled back with a small smile.

"I’m going to make dinner," she said. "Something substantial. If we’re going to be stuck inside for the next several hours, we might as well eat well."

She headed toward the kitchen, leaving me standing in the living room with the phantom sensation of her kiss still warming my cheek. The simple gesture had somehow managed to ground me, reminding me that despite all the political maneuvering and life-or-death struggles, there were still moments of human connection that made everything else worthwhile.

From across the room, I could hear Camille muttering to herself as she worked on her post, occasionally typing furiously and then deleting everything to start over. The perfectionist in her wouldn’t settle for anything less than exactly the right message delivered in exactly the right way.

I made my way down the hallway toward our home gym. The space wasn’t large, but it was efficient—free weights, resistance bands, a pull-up bar, and enough floor space for bodyweight exercises and stretching routines.

More importantly, it was private. A place where I could push myself without worrying about appearances or the need to project confidence for the others. Here, I could acknowledge my limitations and work systematically to overcome them.

I changed into workout clothes and began with basic stretching, feeling the tension in my muscles from today’s stress gradually beginning to release.

As I moved through a series of dynamic stretches, I found myself thinking about the System itself. For most people, skills were fixed limitations. They cannot physically enhance individuals unless they have a job title. Thankfully I have the JobMaster job title which allowed me to get skills like Jab and Hook.

The question was: how much further could I push it?

I’d already demonstrated abilities that defied conventional understanding of how the System worked. My combination of skills from different Jobs, my ability to level them at an abnormal rate, the synergies I’d discovered between seemingly unrelated abilities. All of it suggested that there were hidden depths to the System that most people can never access.

But today’s assassination attempt had reminded me that there were still people out there who were stronger, better trained, more experienced than I was. If I was going to face increasingly sophisticated enemies, I needed to find ways to evolve beyond my current capabilities.

I transitioned from stretching into a series of bodyweight exercises, pushing myself through push-ups, squats, and planks while my mind continued working through the possibilities. Could I develop new skills? Combine existing skills in unexpected ways? Find entirely new applications for abilities I already possessed?

The Strategist skill was already suggesting dozens of potential training regimens and development paths, each one designed to address specific weaknesses or enhance particular strengths. But beyond the tactical considerations, there was something else driving my determination to improve.

I thought about my mother, working herself to death in a system that refused to recognize her worth. I thought about all four women who’d just committed to following me into an increasingly dangerous future.

The rage that had originally motivated me was still there, burning as hot as ever. But it had evolved into something more focused, more purposeful.

And if that meant pushing the System beyond its intended boundaries, if it meant exploring dangerous combinations of skills and abilities, if it meant risking everything on the possibility that I could become something more than what I was supposed to be—then that’s what I would do.

I moved into a plank position, feeling the burn in my core muscles as I held the position longer than usual. How far could I push myself? How much could the System accommodate before it reached some kind of breaking point?

There was only one way to find out.

As I held the plank, sweat beginning to drip onto the exercise mat beneath me, I smiled grimly at the thought of what lay ahead. My enemies had tried to kill me today and failed. They’d shown their hand, revealed their desperation, and proven that they considered me enough of a threat to resort to assassination.

Good. That meant I was doing something right.

The question now was whether I could become dangerous enough to make their desperation irrelevant. Whether I could push myself and my abilities far enough to make their conventional weapons and tactics obsolete.

I had a feeling I was about to find out just how flexible the System’s rules really were. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

After about half an hour, the plank was beginning to burn, my muscles shaking with the effort of maintaining the position.

But that didn’t matter...I was planning to push my body to its physical limits.

The only question was whether the System could handle what I was planning to become.