My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world

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With a flick of restrained spiritual energy, a small pocket-sized non-lethal explosion of frostfire erupted at the cocky cultivator's feet. The burst sent ice shards scattering across the old stone floor. With startled disbelief, the man jumped back, his face twisting into a mix of shock and awe. In the background, a few students exchanged nervous giggles and whispered exclamations.

Kent's internal system chimed with its familiar digital notifications:

+199 SP copied from xxx (Shock).

+399 SP copied from xxx (Shock).

+699 SP copied from xxx (Shock).

+599 SP copied from xxx, xxx, xxx (Laughter).

+999 SP copied from xxx, xxx, xxx (Anger). flashed discreetly in his mind.

Acting with genuine concern, Kent stepped up beside the trembling cultivator. "Hey, you alright? Looks like the floor doesn't appreciate all that hot air you were blowing earlier," he said softly, his tone warm yet laced with mischievous undertones.

The young cultivator mumbled a sheepish apology while a nearby student whispered, "Man, that was epic."

Kent merely grinned to himself, pleased with the perfectly timed prank that had boosted his SP balance without drawing suspicion.

Later that afternoon, while the group gathered in a secluded clearing beneath a crumbling, ivy-draped building, Kent seized another opportunity. A guy was going to the washroom. He discreetly moved a few paces away and activated his SSS-Rank Architect of Creation ability, he used his mobile phone as a catalyst.

In an instant, a tiny, neon-lit holographic projection materialized on the base of a fallen column—a chibi dragon performing a series of comical flips and breakdance moves. Its digital sound effects, audible only to Kent's internal system, punctuated the brief spectacle before it vanished.

The student near the projection yelled, "ahh! A dragon… A dragon is dancing!" He ran out of the corner, his body covered with shit smell and butt full of poop.

Another replied with a disgusting face, "yes, dragons are dancing inside your stomach. Damn, what did you eat last night? That smell!"

Kent's system promptly recorded the reaction:

+777 SP copied from xxx (shame).

+888 SP copied from xxxx(amusement),

+999 SP copied from xxx (disgust).

"Why did you poop here? Why didn't you go into the forest?" one of them barked at him, and Kent simply offered a barely perceptible nod, keeping his amusement secret.

"I… I was scared to go alone. What if I get attacked by a monster?" the shitty guy replied in embarrassment.

As night approached, the group set up camp in a relatively open area among the ruins. While soft conversations and hushed exchanges filled the air, Kent's mind was already buzzing with new ideas. He decided it was time to craft a tool that could generate widespread emotional reactions—all completely covert.

In a secluded corner near a cluster of broken stone fragments, Kent gathered a few discarded items: a piece of scorched moss, a scrap of withered vine, and a fragment of an old, empty spiritual stone casing he found on the campsite before entering.

Muttering softly to himself, he combined these with a pinch of moist, fine soil to bind the ingredients. Using the scorched moss as the base, he shredded the vine into thin, fibrous strands to serve as an enhancer, and pressed the stone fragment into the center as an ignition catalyst.

Working quickly and silently, he wrapped the mixture in a small, durable cloth and secured it with a makeshift binding.

When he finished, Kent held up the small, lumpy object and took a cautious sniff. A faint, unpleasant odor emanated from it—a perfect modern "bad Odor bomb" designed to trigger covert emotional eruptions. "Perfect," he murmured, a sly smile tugging at his lips as his system flashed:

Ding! Bad Odor Bomb constructed.

He then pocketed the device, planning its deployment for the right moment.

The next day, as the group ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the Azure Forest Ruin, Kent continued his covert campaign. During a short break near a moss-covered small pond, he activated a minor vibration spell under a cluster of small, round stones.

In seconds, the stones vibrated and tumbled gently over the pond's bank. One cultivator jumped and blurted, "What the—?" before glancing around in confusion.

Ding! +400 SP copied from xxx (Amusement).

Kent watched from a safe distance, barely containing his chuckle as his internal system ticked silently.

Later, while the group debated the best route through a narrow passage, Kent slipped away behind a dense grass. With a few whispered words and a subtle gesture, he released a short burst of synthesized "boing" sound—a modern digital echo that resonated just long enough to startle one student into clutching his chest and exclaiming, "Did you hear that?!"

Ding! +600 SP copied from xxx (Fear).

+400 SP copied from xxx (Entertainment).

Kent smirked privately, satisfied with the efficiency of his secret prank.

That evening, as the group huddled around a crackling campfire amid the ruins, Kent excused himself briefly. Hidden behind a cluster of ivy-clad stones, he retrieved his freshly crafted bad Odor bomb.

With a few quick words of concentration and a discreet activation gesture, he triggered it remotely. No one saw him, within moments a faint, acrid odor began to drift toward a small cluster of meditating students near a trickling stream.

One student's eyes widened as he whispered, "What is that smell?!"

A murmur of collective disgust followed.

Ding! +150 SP (Collective Disgust).

Another muttered, "It smells like rotten eggs mixed with burnt plastic…"

Ding! +120 SP (Frustration).

A third couldn't help but hold his breath amidst the revulsion.

Ding! +100 SP (Breathless).

From his hidden vantage point, Kent allowed himself a satisfied smile. His bad Odor bomb had done exactly what he intended—eliciting a precise cascade of reactions without anyone suspecting his involvement. Later, he discreetly retrieved the device and stashed it for future mischief.

Throughout their trek, the group's journey was punctuated by spontaneous, long dialogues that blended nervous tension with humor. At one point, as they navigated a narrow path lined with faded murals of ancient battles, one nervous student piped up, "I swear, these ruins are haunted. I heard one of the legends say that if you step on the wrong stone, a vengeful spirit appears!"

Another student added, "Yeah, and my cousin told me that the spirits here have a wicked sense of humor—they like to play pranks on unwary travelers!"

A third, more skeptical voice interjected, "Come on, you guys, it's just old stone and moss. There's no way ghosts are setting off firework shows in ancient ruins."

Kent, overhearing the conversation, couldn't resist a quiet aside as he blended into the background. "If only they knew how much free entertainment we're getting," he murmured, internally tallying SP from their reactions without drawing attention.

Later, as they rested near a dimly lit courtyard scattered with debris and patches of bioluminescent moss, another conversation erupted. "I'm telling you," the Cultivator who shit earlier said emphatically, "I can smell the power of the ancients here—like the very air is alive with history!"

"History or your shit from earlier?" joked a nearby student, earning a round of amused snorts.

Kent quietly smiled at the exchange, secretly delighted by their banter. His internal system noted: Ding! +250 SP (Confusion) and +150 SP (Mild Fright)

He mused to himself, Such raw emotion—so easy to harvest.

As night deepened further, the group's focus shifted back to their mission. They knew that beyond the ornate, vine-shrouded gateway lay the monster of the Azure Forest Ruin—a place that might hold the key to its ancient power. While some students whispered anxiously about the dangers lurking inside, others traded humorous quips to lighten the mood.

One student remarked, "If this ruin really holds the power of the ancients, I hope it's as strong as my grandma's spicy stew!"

Another shot back, "Your grandma's stew? That's nothing compared to the fire I almost set myself on last week!"

They all laughed, the tension momentarily eased by their levity.

Finally, the group reached the outer sanctum—a vast chamber where gigantic stone tablets bore cryptic symbols, and the floor was a mosaic of intricate patterns that hinted at ancient rituals. In the center, a faint blue glow pulsed like a heartbeat.

Here, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. One nervous student whispered, "Do you really think we can find treasure in this place?"

Another replied, "If we stick together and keep laughing at our misfortune, maybe the ruin will find something."

As the group advanced, Kent continued his secret pranks. In one narrow hall adorned with faded murals, he activated a subtle holographic projection—a mischievous sprite that winked and mimicked the expressions of passersby. A student nearby said, "Is that thing... is it winking at me?"

Kent's system recorded:

Ding! +300 SP copied.

Shortly after, while ascending a crumbling staircase cloaked in moss, Kent triggered a quiet vibration that dislodged a small stone. One student jumped in surprise, exclaiming, "Whoa, did that stone just come alive?"

Ding! +200 SP (Surprise) and +150 SP (Mild Annoyance)