SSS Ranked Awakening: Starting With My Limitless Cosmic Shadow System Chapter 0001: GAME CLEAR {PROLOGUE}

"I fucking did it!"

The words erupted from Modret’s mouth as his arms shot into the air in pure triumph.

The word CLEAR burned across the center of the computer screen in front of him, glowing like a divine stamp of victory.

He had conquered the ultimate challenge.

"Damn right! I fucking did it! I crushed this goddamn ga!"

His chest heaved, breath short, adrenaline still roaring in his blood. A single tear slid down his cheek.

After six agonizing months of relentless effort, failures, and retries, the taste of victory was overwhelming.

The ga was called Celestial Descent.

The ga existed as a legendary turn-based strategy RPG which maintained its popularity throughout more than ten years of existence.

The ga required players to protect their enormous empire while fighting through nightmarish dungeons that harbored beasts and monsters and ancient dangers.

Players needed to direct their units while developing heroes and organizing formations and taking dangerous choices that resulted in lasting effects.

What made it infamous was its brutal design.

When a hero died, they were gone forever. There were no revives. No second chances.

Once hailed as a global sensation, the ga had long since faded into obscurity.

So why was Modret celebrating its completion now?

Because no one had ever beaten it on the highest difficulty level.

The hardest mode in the ga was nad Hell, and when combined with Sage Mode, which forced automatic saving after every decision, it beca a nightmare known as Hell’s Sage.

While so had completed Legendary difficulty using Sage Mode, and others had beaten Hell without it, no player in the world had ever managed to clear Hell’s Sage since the ga’s release.

Until today.

Ten years after the ga launched, a true champion had finally erged.

That champion was Modret.

Conquering the impossible was hardwired into human instinct.

Like ascending a forbidden mountain, it had beckoned to him from the mont he first launched the ga.

And now, his success was lighting up his second monitor.

’Damn, GaFanatic finally did it.’

’Congrats!!’

’Lmao, gotta respect the persistence of the GaFanatic.’

’First in the world, well done.’

’Thanks for the grind these past six months.’

The chat exploded like a fireworks display. Thousands of viewers flooded the screen with ssages, celebrating the impossible.

GaFanatic, or Modret as his close friends knew him, was a popular strear known for his streams of classic gas that were so hard, they caused players to rage quit.

He had a pretty dedicated following, pulling in about three thousand viewers or so.

But as he neared the final battle, his viewership had surged past ten thousand.

And now, even more were tuning in to witness history being made.

"I fucking told you all, didn’t I? No matter how damn hard it is, gas are made to be beaten!"

He grinned wildly, the glow from the monitor reflecting in his eyes.

Viewers who had made bets and pledges now followed through with their promises.

[MissionFairy has donated 1,000 dollars!]

’You can brag all you want today. As promised, I’m sending the donation.’

[ShittyGaConnoisseur has gifted 500 dollars.]

’Damn, now what am I supposed to watch for the next six months?’

[BlackBox has gifted 10,000 dollars!]

’Thought I was betting on a sure loss. You proved wrong.’

[DogBarksAtBoringStreams has gifted 3,000 dollars!]

’No barking today. Respect earned.’

Modret let out a laugh, his heart warm with gratitude. "Thanks so much, everyone. I’ll keep giving it my all!"

As he read the ssages aloud, the chat room transford into a festival.

Comnts ricocheted off each other like excited shouts in a crowded stadium.

For the first ti in ten years, soone had conquered the ga’s most brutal challenge.

There was no greater honor for a gar.

The viewers who had stuck with him through every rage-filled wipe and failed attempt were now celebrating as if they had cleared it themselves.

"In the end... they all fell," Modret murmured with a bittersweet smile, rembering the dozens of in-ga heroes who had sacrificed their lives on the path to victory.

The ga allowed no rcy. Even with ticulous strategy, the final battle had demanded everything. Only one hero had survived.

But survival had never been the goal. Victory had.

’Hey, you freaking did it! You saved the empire!’

’Here’s the clip where Lucas took down the boss solo >>link