The SSS class adventurer is a divine cleric-Chapter 83: Superior stats

Derek was speechless.

Just as the final hints of golden light faded from their skin and their senses began to settle.

DING!

A cold, mechanical voice echoed inside their minds.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]:

Origin Plant Consumed: UNKNOWN

Consumption Status: INCOMPLETE

+100 Superior Stats Granted.

Kaelen froze mid-stretch.

Neal’s jaw dropped.

Alira blinked rapidly, the euphoria in her face replaced by a creeping realization.

"...Did the system just said one hundred?!" Kaelen asked slowly, voice rising in disbelief.

"Yes," Derek said quietly, his expression unreadable. "But... incomplete?"

For a few seconds, the world itself felt frozen.

Then the weight of that message hit all at once. Like a meteor had crashed into their understanding of reality.

"This is insane!," Alira said out of character, almost screaming. "superior stats OMG! that’s one stats per ten levels. That’s a thousand levels worth of growth..."

"And superior stats at that," Neal added, still staring at the system window as if it might change.

Kaelen was silent. Which was rare.

Because even he knew this wasn’t just big, it was world-breaking.

Superior Stats.

Most people only gained one every Ten levels.

Even low system-awakeners rarely pushed past 150 in total during their entire careers. That’s like 1500 levels.

But now?

In just one bite, they’d gained +100 superior stats just like that.

Superior stats didn’t increase raw strength like normal stats.

But they did something better.

They sharpened the user. Refined them. Polished the soul into something closer to perfection.

Every breath felt lighter.

Every blink, faster.

Every shift of the muscle more clean, fluid and graceful.

Even without skills, without buffs, they could now dodge arrows mid-flight, read an opponent’s intent before they moved, and react before danger even arrived.

Kaelen slowly stood up, staring at his own hand like it was a new tool he hadn’t noticed before.

"My mana threads..." he murmured. "They feel... alive."

Neal flexed his fingers. "I can feel my own blood flowing."

"I can hear my own heartbeat," Alira said, stunned. "And... it doesn’t sound like it used to."

Derek let out a slow breath. "What did we just eat? This was not just a treasure. It must be a relic of divine origin. Something older than the systems because the system have never been this generous. Possibly something left behind by the Creator."

Kaelen turned toward the horizon, smirking with that old playful arrogance returning. "Hey... what if I go back and find another one?"

"Don’t," Derek and Neal said at the same time.

Alira just gave him a wierd stare. She had been out of character lately, more talkative than usually and more active.

And it was creeping him out.

And in the end they decided to let Kaelen keep on grinding as he have the highest efficiency while the rest goes for treasure hunting.

Kaelen was left behind.

With a sigh and a dramatic wave goodbye, Neal, Alira, and Derek left him to grind the pristine white floor alone.

"Enjoy," Neal said with a smirk.

Kaelen grumbled, sitting cross-legged as he started slowly shaving another layer of floor into dust. "Slave labor. This is illegal somewhere, I’m sure of it."

But the others didn’t return empty-handed.

Because they didn’t return at all.

They decided to meet outside the trial to save time searching for divine origin items.

Two full days passed in the blink of an eye.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped.

The world shifted.

A soft sound, like glass cracking underwater.

The white expanse disappeared.

All four of them stumbled. Right back into the same place where they had left behind.

The crumbling dungeon.

The exact same broken chamber, the walls still falling in, the floor unstable. Even the corrupted mana in the air hadn’t cleared.

"What the fuck?" Kaelen blinked. "Why are we here again?!"

"I thought... the trial would end with us outside," Neal said, scanning the unstable ruins.

They looked around. The cracked stone, the twisted roots, the fading energy, all unchanged.

It was like time had been frozen while they were inside the origin trial.

"Then how do we escape," Alira muttered.

Then at that same moment.

"Wait," Derek pointed. "Look."

In the corner of the collapsing room, a shimmering portal had appeared. Silent. Stable. It hadn’t been there before.

"That’s new," Kaelen muttered. "Let’s go."

No hesitation.

No second guesses.

No unnecessary words.

All four of them moved at once, bursting toward the portal with sharp precision. No wasted motion, no panic. Just cold, practiced instinct. In one smooth step,

They exited.the dungeon

The moment they emerged from the portal, they felt it.

Fresh air. Blue sky. The scent of the wilds.

They were back on the surface.

The dungeon behind them vanished in a burst of silver light marking the collapse of silver rank dungeon that crumbled for good.

They stood in silence, still catching their breath.

And then the weight of the last three days hit them.

Or rather the lack of weight.

"...It’s still the same day," Alira whispered, checking the position of the sun.

"No," Neal said slowly. "Same hour."

Kaelen asked his voice full of skeptikism. "How are you so sure?"

" Its one of my unique class traits."

Kaelen blinked. "You’re telling me... all that stuff fighting clones, almost dying, Alira’s.... grinding the floor like slaves...all of that... was just a moment in the real world?"

Derek sighed. "Time flows differently inside the origin trial. Three days in there might be seconds here."

Kaelen slumped forward dramatically. "We were basically gods for a moment... and now we’re back to this?"

They all laughed.

A few hours later, they returned to civilization to the quiet comfort of The Ashen Boar, Derek’s tavern.

No dungeons.

No evil spirits.

No clone trials.

Just warmth, food, and the promise of soft beds.

They decided as a group,

No dungeon diving for at least a few weeks.

Even heroes needed a break.

And though only seconds had passed in the outside world—

Inside, they had each walked through hell and come back stronger than ever.

And when they gathered up for reports that night, they realised that all their efforts, every search, every lead in the origin land turned to nothing.

No more glowing plants. No saplings. Not even another speck of radiant powder outside the ground itself.

Kaelen snorted expressing his disapproval. "Hmmph should have let me search for it instead."

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