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

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Final tally: Eighty‑six spiritual stones in neatly wrapped bundles. Guan bowed saying goodbye then the van rumbled off.

Nima's grin nearly split her face. "Snacks forever."

"We will reinvest it." Kent corrected, hefting the satchel. "I need these spiritual stones for the surprise."

"But my snacks and house and land for my beasts." Nina asked.

"Don't worry, I will give you one year's worth of snacks money. We don't need to buy land, I have it covered with my new power. Let's go, I will treat you to something good."

They ducked into a street‑market, emerging with skewers, candied haw, fried taro balls. As they walked, Kent felt the rune coin warm against his chest, a heartbeat of possibility.

After a treat they return. Back at the hotel, blueprint spread under lamplight of the hotel lobby, Kent murmured private plans.

"Need a star‑metal, rivets, spirit‑oak ribs, system, Do you have those?" he asked the System.

[Ding! System notifications, System store has many things and better alternatives. Host can buy all the things he needs. Check the system store. You can create the needed materials using Spiritual stones.]

Kent waited until the elevator doors slid shut and the muffled echo of Nima's chatter finally vanished down the corridor. Only when he felt the silence settle, when the suite's jasmine‑oil diffuser once again became the loudest presence in the room… did he allow the grin tugging at his cheeks to burst free.

"Right," he muttered, drawing the curtains to leave the balcony drenched in late evening sun. "Time to build a miracle before they blow half the city's snack budget." Nima and Auri took some money from Kent and they didn't come back to the room.

He settled cross‑legged on the tatami, placed the rune coin on the low teak table, and called the System's shop overlay into view.

[SYSTEM STORE INVENTORY OPEN]

A waterfall of catalog lines scrolled down the inside of his skull: metals that never rusted, timbers cut from lightning‑struck child‑trees, airflow ducts woven of spider‑silk talisman thread. Every price blinked in SP.

He unfastened the satchel Mister Guan had paid, eighty‑six spiritual stones, each thrumming like a tiny captive storm and set them beside the coin.

"System," he whispered, "give me an optimal manifest for a small skimmer. Show me which parts need how many spiritual stone for craft a flying boat."

[CALCULATING…]

He drummed fingers on the table while numbers danced. The shop display blurred, re‑assembling itself into a neat invoice:

1 x Dawn‑Alloy keel beam (2 m) — 12 stones

2 x Void‑Steel lattice sheets (1.5 m × 1 m) — 18 stones

Spirit‑Oak rib pack (pre‑shaped set) — 20 stones

Argent‑Lock rune rivets (100 pcs) — 6 stones

Sky‑Glass cockpit canopy blanks — 5 stones

Auxiliary: flux, lacquers, rune ink, talisman cloth — 10 stones

System handling fee (conversion, teleport freight) — 5 stones

Crafting the raw materials: 76 spiritual stones.

SP For buying raw materials: 20 million SP.

Remaining stones: 10

Kent's eyebrows rose. "You left me ten?"

[System notifications: Ten embedded as reserve batteries will provide autonomous power buffering. Recommend embedding in dorsal array to extend passive flight lifespan beyond decade.]

"Sold," he whispered, then authorised the purchase. The suite's lights flickered as spatial seals cracked open on the balcony. Air pressure popped like a champagne cork; crates edged with glowing sigils eased onto the tiles: alloy beam gleaming silver‑rose, timber ribs perfuming the air with verdant life, sky‑glass panes shimmering like frozen waterfalls.

Kent's pulse quickened. He rolled up shirt sleeves and summoned twin fires hellfire to weld, frost‑fire to temper. The System deducted 8,20000 SP for "Architect of Creation: accelerated orchestration," He barely noticed; focus narrowed to a single, perfect goal.

Step one: lay the Dawn‑Alloy keel flush with tatami seams, rune coin at forward end as alignment anchor. Light carved channels along the beam's spine; Weight‑Feather feathers etched first, then Harmony‑Calm knots to keep every forthcoming plate singing the same tune.

Step two: Void‑Steel lattice sheets, thin as parchment, stronger than tank armour. He flexed each around oak ribs, hellfire stitching metal to living wood without a whisper of smoke. Rune rivets flashed white as they locked, flowing like mercury into countersunk sockets.

Step three: Spirit‑Oak ribs slotted, glued by flux powder that crystallised on contact. Each rib bore a pair of runes: Earth‑Stillness squares low to keep yaw steady, Sky‑Lift feathers high to convert qi flow into upward buoyancy.

Step four: canopy. He cushioned the curved sky‑glass panels onto rune posts, sealed edges in talisman cloth soaked with lacquer. Glow‑Way lantern glyphs etched near the rim would light the cockpit at no extra Spiritual energy drain.

Sweat dripped into the seams; hellfire hissed where droplets landed. Two hours vanished; the brazier's coal bed burned white. By the time the final Argent‑Lock rivet cooled, a sleek skimmer eight metres nose to tail rested on the balcony like a silver‑winged dragonfly.

It looked… alive. Sunlight danced along void‑steel veins; runes pulsed faint topaz, awaiting imprint.

Kent stepped back, throat tight. "System, what is the status?"

[Ding! System notifications: INSPECTION COMPLETE.

Prototype: SKY‑SKIMMER ('FIRST LIGHT')

Classification: S‑Grade Flying Boat

Crew: one pilot + five passengers

Baseline speed: 940 km/h (For a Level‑A pilot)

Passive Spiritual energy harvesting array yields 3 stones‑equivalent per year in a metropolitan environment.

Embedded reserve: ten spiritual stones→ projected range: > 10 years without refueling.]

He exhaled a shaky laugh. "Faster than commercial jets and runs on free air." The coin at his collar warmed in agreement.

[NOTE : Blueprints archived. Future copies will cost 60 % fewer SP for materials commission.]

"That's future Kent's blessing," he murmured, wiping grime off his cheeks. He slid open balcony doors wider, letting the hull nose poke into open air above fourth floor level. The craft floated three centimetres off the tiles already, held by nascent lift runes.

A quick rinse in the suite's shower removed ash streaks from arms and face. He changed into clean clothes just as the hallway lock beeped: Nima and Auri returning, voices high on sugar.

SLAM!

The door banged open. Nima staggered in, grocery sacks taller than she was cradled against her chest. "Emergency snack restock!" she declared. Behind her, Auri balanced a paper cone piled with syrup and juice no longer just red but flickering ember back to his real form.

"Careful of the…" Kent began.

Too late. Nima spotted a silver hull sticking halfway into the room and gasped. Bags slipped; noodles, cakes, vacuum‑sealed fish‑chips cascaded across the floor like edible confetti.

Her eyes grew to meteor size. "You… built that while we were gone?"

Kent adopted a casual lean against the canopy rim. "Yes, I did. Surprise?"

Auri's cone toppled; juice pinged against the hull and spilled under furniture. The bird gawked. "Chip‑chip!!" (Translation: That is shinier than the Emperor's crown!)

Nima dropped to the ground, crawled beneath the hull to inspect rune seams, then popped up again and patted Kent's back hard, Pat‑pat‑pat‑PAT, each strike a miniature spiritual energy burst.

PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT!

"My awesome, genius big brother!" PAT. "The best big brother on Earth!" PAT‑PAT. "I said you were hopeless but actually you're awesome."

"OW! Ease up!" Kent winced a Level‑C musculature or not, her Level‑D‑peak enthusiasm felt like jackhammers. He flicked her forehead gently. "Control your strength or you'll snap my spine."

She recoiled, clutching forehead. A small welt had already risen. Tears welled instantly. "Y‑You hit me. I was praising you and you hit me. You'll abandon me for some new sister—"

"Drama queen." Kent sighed, ruffling her hair. "I didn't break you, did I? C'mon. Blood refine this ship before your snacks go stale."

Sniffling morphed to grin in seconds. "Really? It's mine?"

She squealed, snatched a sterilised needle kit from the drawer, because all cultivators kept one for contract rituals and pricked her thumb. Three drops of crimson splashed across the central captain rune Unity‑Node. Veins of light erupted down the keel, swallowing the ship in a rose‑gold glow.

[Ding! System notifications: BOND ESTABLISHED.

Primary Pilot: Nima (User ID #01)

Soul bond is successful. Control key created.]

Only Kent saw the overlay, but Nima felt the resonance. She wobbled, eyes shining. "It's humming inside my chest!"

"That's the control matrix recognising you," Kent explained, guiding her hand to a recessed panel. "Gesture left to float, right to descend. Now Channel your Spiritual energy into this socket and it will trigger the acceleration."

Auri flitted to perch on the stern rail. "Chip! Me too?"

"Phoenix co‑pilot seat under canopy." Kent tapped a rune ring. "Add a drop of blood later."

Nima danced around the hull, forgetting snacks entirely. "Let's take it out now! Please."

"Soon," Kent laughed. "First, collect the groceries before you squish everything on the carpet. If we damaged anything in the room. We have to pay for it."

"Okay! I also want to buy some pilot clothes. I saw a costume store beside the hotel. Let's go big brother." Nima demands.

An hour later… City dusk found them on the balcony again, Nima swaddled in a bomber jacket two sizes larger than her "ace pilot" costume and Auri wearing a tiny leather harness Kent had bought from a doll shop for cockpit safety.