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

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Kent eased the suite's door shut with his heel and let the latch click home. Room 1207 smelled of orange‑blossom diffuser and the salt‑butter haze of the hotel's breakfast buffet that still clung to their clothes. On the twin futons, now stripped of sheets and a knee‑high hill of ruin‑loot glimmered in the sunlight pouring through the balcony glass.

Nima marched straight to it, still licking sugar glaze from her fingertips. "All right, big brother, no more delays. Find out what's useful to us. Then we will sell the rest of the useless treasure, buy land, raise my beasts, and the end." She folded her arms with the finality of a general issuing an ultimatum.

Auri, wings newly edged in sunset red since last night's phoenix‑blood infusion, fluttered to the bed‑rail and chirped once, chip! "Let's see the haul."

Kent rubbed the heel of his palm across gritty eyelids thinking, "Twenty hours ago I was bleeding on ruins stones," he thought. "Now I'm chief appraiser for a miniature warlord and her phoenix sidekick." Aloud he said, "Deal, but sit tight. It takes focus to sort treasure from trash. I have to use all my powers. You both should give me some fee's." He was acting with a serious face. In reality, He only needs to order his system to find out everything.

Nima's eyes narrowed. "I pay in snacks for the fee. Get on with it."

Kent knelt, flattened a space on the tatami, and touched two fingers to the first relic, a cracked bronze prayer wheel sticky with moss. A cool cascade of ghost‑letters unfurled across the back of his mind like pale ink pouring into water. He ordered, "System use appraisal on every treasure."

[Ding! System Notifications: Appraisal Flair activated.

Cost: 50 thousand SP.

Batch scan: 17 discrete objects detected.]

He kept his face blank. Nima and Auri never saw the neon glyphs that only he could read.

Object #1 – Bronzed Prayer Wheel

Era: Meridi‑period (common)

Spiritual conductivity: 12 % (warped spindle)

Market value: negligible

"Door‑stop," Kent muttered, and slid it toward the 'sell cheap' pile. Item after item passed beneath his fingers, the System issuing silent verdicts that he translated to mundane shorthand for Nima.

"Serpent scale, pulverise for antidote powder, keep it. …Obsidian tiger fang, forge ornament, keep. …Spiritual compass? Cracked beyond repair, junk." Nima grunted approval or disappointment depending on each call, her toe tapping a restless cadence on the tatami.

Auri leaned over his shoulder, head cocked. Every so often he pecked a pebble of loose jade off the futon and flicked it into the rubbish bowl with lethal accuracy.

Half the mound dwindled under Kent's triage. A battered yak‑dung alchemy cube passed his palms; the System flashed a skull icon along with Odour: catastrophic. Kent grimaced and flung it into the waste sack. "That one we burn outside."

At the bottom, half‑buried beneath torn silk, lay a dull silver coin about the size of his thumbprint. The instant skin met metal, static tingled up his wrist and the System's font flared brilliant white.

Object #17 – Rune Coin Fragment

Sigils active: 16 / 33 (incomplete)

Crafter info: Meridian Dynasty Arbiter Core

Compatibility with User skill (Architect of Creation): 100 %

Status: repairable

Advisory: Restoring missing glyphs may trigger major design epiphany.

Kent's breath caught. Sixteen of thirty‑three… that's half a formation matrix.

Auri chirped sharply, Chip! "That! The one I almost died for!" ...and hopped onto Kent's knee, wounded wing twitching in remembered pain.

Nima squinted at the tarnished disc. "Looks boring. Is it cursed?"

"Not cursed," Kent murmured, heart thudding. "It's… potential." He rolled the coin between finger and thumb, feeling the half‑etched grooves like tiny dry riverbeds. Seventeen blank sockets waited to be filled.

[System notifications: Architect of creation skill can engrave missing sigils.

Estimated time: 18–22 minutes.

Success chance: 100 %.]

He inhaled thinking, "If the System promised certainty, only a fool hesitated." Okay," he said aloud. "I need a privacy bubble. Twenty minutes, no questions."

Nima raised a brow. "Twenty minutes…, then give us some snacks to pass the time. We will watch TV and eat snacks."

"Deal."

Without a word she snapped her fingers. Raka, her shadow‑bound soul servant oozed from the floorboards like living dusk and unfurled a circular veil of smoky silence around Kent's corner of the room. The world outside was muffled; even distant street horns vanished.

Kent laid the coin on the tatami, set three mid‑grade spiritual stones in a triangular brace, and called forth his dual flame thread: hellfire black on his left forefinger, frostfire blue on the right. Twisted together, the two fires formed a needle‑thin chisel of violet light.

He closed his eyes and let the missing sigils blossom across inner vision: spirals, feathers, petals, zig‑zags—all pieces of a greater mandala that promised motion without friction and power without waste. One by one he etched them, silver sizzling under each microscopic stroke.

He whispered each name as he worked, a litany only the System and the sleeping walls heard.

"Flow‑Convergence, guides turbulence into laminar streams."

"Pulse‑Equaliser, bleeds surges, prevents overload."

"Sky‑Lift, feather in a ring, converts spiritual energy to upward thrust."

"Earth‑Stillness, square round, cancels drift."

"Spirit‑Drift, vent line, safe qi exhaust."

"Heaven‑Sight, horizon eye, magnifies detection arrays."

"Weight‑Feather, slanted bar over dot, halves apparent mass."

"Harmony‑Calm, four‑petal knots, stops rune resonance fights."

"Shock‑Baffle, jagged shield, drink impact."

"Glow‑Way, lantern glyph, free low‑level light."

"Wind‑Shear, curved blade, cleaves air drag."

"Unity‑Node, single haloed point, locks all others in synergy."

When the Unity‑Node dot sank, a white pulse raced through every line. The fracture that had bisected the coin knitted shut like reverse lightning.

Metal chimed a clear, bell‑pure tone that resonated in Kent's bones. Behind his eyelids floodgates opened: weight ratios, tensor curves, energy feedback maps poured into cognition. It felt like watching a hundred‑layer blueprint unravel and knit back together around a central axis of perfect balance.

[Ding! System notifications: Rune Coin is restored.

EPIPHANY triggered.

Skill New Skill: Rune Matrix Design. Level: Intermediate

New conceptual blueprint: Modular Sky Skimmer, Class one. ]

Kent's eyes snapped open inside the veil. The coin now glowed soft pearls instead of dull pewter. "Now, I can create a flying boat," he thought, the blueprint hovering crystalline behind his brow: ribbed keel, tri‑fin foils, lift runes nested in weight‑feather arrays. And he saw how Wind‑Shear turbines could feed Spirit‑Drift vents to sustain motion with minimal spiritual stone drain.

"First things first," he replied silently, pocketing the coin in a jade slip case. "I need materials for a flying boat."

He exhaled and signalled Raka to drop the veil. The hotel room's noise returned: distant pipes, city traffic hum, Nima and Auri were watching TV while eating bags of chips. Seeing Kent was finished with his work. She leaned forward. "Well?"

Kent laid the shining coin on the table. "Fully repaired. Think of it as…the ignition key to our future sky‑deck."

Auri trilled awe. Tiny sparks danced along his new crimson tail feathers. Nima, after a low whistle, squinted. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. What a sky deck!."

"Its a secret you will know later. You wanted this for a long time. Just wait, I will give you a big surprise.," Kent said and kept a mysterious look on his face.

" Huh! It's better to be a good surprise, big brother." Nima squatted beside him as he unrolled blank vellum and, charcoal flying, sketched hull lines while epiphany still blazed hot. Auri hopped from page edge to page edge, careful not to smudge wet strokes.

"What's that fin thing?" Nima asked.

"Wind‑Shear blade and slices airflow, reduces drag."

"And those dots?"

"Weight‑Feather runes. They make something feel half its real mass to gravity."

She flashed thumbs‑up. "Approved. But what are we going to use it on?"

"It's a mystery. Now, don't disturb me. I have more work to do." He worked another ten minutes, labelling each rune cluster, Sky‑Lift under the keel, Shock‑Baffles at prow and stern, Harmony‑Calms woven through every joint.

At last he sat back, charcoal‑smeared and exhilarated. "Blueprint v‑0.1 is complete." Now he only needed the materials.

Nima rested her chin on the futon edge, half‑smile tugging. "You look happier."

"Of course, I am happy. I finally finished my work." Kent replied. Then he rose up, wiped hands on a towel. "Phase one done. Phase two, convert trash to cash."

Auri chirped agreement. Nima bounced up. "Shopping spree time."

Within the hour they stood in the back alley of the Jade‑Lantern, two duffel bags bulging. Kent had coaxed the sleepy Ethan, still nursing ruin bruises, onto video call for a discreet fence contact. Ten minutes later a silver van slid up. A balding cultivator in lavender robes stepped out, introduced himself as Mister Guan, and produced a portable appraisal lens.

Nima watched hawkishly as each relic was scanned. Kent supplied cover stories: "Estate salvage, can't trace exact ruin, friend's property." Guan cared only for purity percentages and signature curves. He will pay with spiritual stones.