The SSS class adventurer is a divine cleric-Chapter 63: Ascension tree trial [3]

Kaelen didn’t speak.

For a long moment, he just stood there, staring at the tree, his expression unreadable. Then—

<Sanctified Wrath>

A pillar of divine light erupted from the heavens, slamming into him with the force of a falling star. His body ignited, wreathed in blinding radiance, his very presence humming with celestial authority. The ground beneath his feet crackled, not with heat, but with raw, sanctified power.

Derek’s eyes widened. "What kind of skill is this? What is this kid trying to cook?"

The pulse given out by the skill was just too intense. More intense than any skills he ever knew.

Neal, watching the divine radiance, couldn’t help but smirk. It reminded him of their fight—back when he’d learned the hard way that Kaelen was not just a healer.

Then, Kaelen moved.

He pulled out potions.

Not one. Not two.

Dozens. Then he emptied his storage.

High-grade healing potions. Mana restorers. Elixirs of stamina. Ironblood tinctures. He chugged them like a possessed alcoholic, his throat working furiously as liquid power flooded his system. His body swelled, veins bulging with regenerative energy, his skin flushing as his cells screamed under the overload.

But he wasn’t done.

<Infinite Stack>

—his passive, allowing buffs to compound beyond normal limits.

<Glutton> x5

—digesting the elixirs at 15 times the normal rate, converting healing into raw power.

<Life Bloom> x5

—layered regeneration stacking upon itself.

<Blessed Conduit> x5

—instant healing, cycling through his body in waves.

<Divine Choir> x5

—another HoT, harmonizing with the others, turning his flesh into a reactor of divine energy.

His class, [Divine Cleric], amplified all healing and support effects by 500%.

The air dimmed..The light bent toward him. His aura surged, trembling with barely contained power.

Then— he frowned.

The others tensed, thinking it was from potion overdose.

But Kaelen just turned to them, eyes blazing.

"More. I need more."

Neal blinked. "You’re joking."

"Give me whatever you have. Now."

Derek folded his arms. "Nope."

Kaelen’s face twisted into something between desperation and madness. "Come on, Dad. Give it to me."

He knew his father would for sure have high grade healing potions as a seasoned, old Awakener.

"No. These are too precious."

"Ahh, please! Don’t you trust your own son?"

"Used to. Not anymore."

Kaelen waited exactly one second.before his patience evaporated. He won’t be Kaelen if he could wait.

"Please please please! Time’s running out! Pretty please?"

Derek’s eye twitched. "We’re still in a dungeon. We need reserves."

"Lame excuse. I am a cleric. A Divine Cleric. We have me for healing."

"And I’ll heal us better if you just GIVE ME THE DAMN POTIONS!"

With a groan, Derek relented, tossing him two Epic-grade healing potions, each one worth a king’s ransom.

Kaelen smiled like a thief who’d just won the heist of the century.

Then downed them both in one go making Derek’s heart bled. Each potion had cost him more than 50 million XPs each.

Kaelen waited for Twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes of stacking HoTs, of his body ascending into a state of near-mythical overclocking. His muscles thrummed. His speed blurred. His strength swelled beyond Gold Rank limits.

Then, when <Sanctified Wrath> was about to expire.

3 seconds left.

He dashed, a golden comet streaking toward the tree. His fingers grazed the bark, and the entire structure flared gold once more.

2 seconds.

And then—

He activated

<Divine Judgement>

A buff type holy skill making any skill deal holy damage.

<Final Benediction>

Creates a holy phantom of the user’s attack or defence

And finally he used a skill he had never revealed.

<Instant Burst>

(Epic Rank. Multiplies user’s STR stat x2 (can scale up to x5, currently limited by rank). Converts 30% of mana reserves into physical force for one attack.)

1 second.

His fist cocked back.

"Surprise, motherfucker."

BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

The tree screamed.

The entire plane trembled. The golden leaves detonated into a storm of light, the shockwave ripping through the air like a god’s hammer.

A torrent of fruit.

Too many to count at first—then the System tallied it.

More than Alira.More than Neal. More than Derek. More than any of them and by a large margin.

Kaelen stood there, breathing lightly, as if he’d just taken a stroll.

Derek’s jaw dropped. His eyes, wide with disbelief, locked onto Kaelen like he was staring at some impossible anomaly.

"That’s... not a cleric skill, is it?" His voice was low, almost wary, as if the answer might shatter his understanding of the world.

Kaelen blinked, feigning innocence. "Which one?"

Derek’s composure snapped. "That glowing thing that makes you shine like some holy demigod! What the hell is that?! Tell me!" His voice boomed, echoing across the shattered clearing.

He hadn’t known.

He hadn’t known his own son had been hiding a Legendary Skill this entire time.

Kaelen waved a hand dismissively, as if discussing the weather. "Ah, you mean Sanctified Wrath?" A lazy grin curled his lips. "Yeah, that was a reward from the Black Card during my Awakening. A one-in-a-billion pull."

He paused, savoring the moment. "And of course, it’s a cleric skill—well, technically a rare conditional berserk skill. Oh, and did I mention? Legendary."

Derek’s face twitched. "How in the name of the gods did you get a legendary class skill—a berserk skill—from a random draw?!"

Kaelen’s smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Guess I got lucky."

He threw his arms wide, laughing. "Or maybe I’m just the fated son of this world!" His laughter rang out, bright and unrepentant, as if the sheer absurdity of his fortune was the funniest joke in existence.

Neal, still wheezing from the aftershock of Kaelen’s monstrous strike, forced a grin through gritted teeth. "I swear, if I’d gotten something like that, I’d be king of the damn world by now."

Kaelen’s grin turned feral, his gaze sharpening like a blade. "You still wouldn’t beat me."

The rewards vanished in a shimmer of light, automatically stored away by the unseen hand of the System.

Then—

The Ascension Tree shimmered, its golden leaves trembling as if stirred by an unfelt wind.

And spoke, its voice resonating through their bones:

"Next Trial: The Labyrinth of Truth."

Before anyone could react—

The ground beneath them yawned open, a sudden, gaping maw of darkness.

"SHIT—"

And they fell.

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