SSS Awakening: I Can Create Skills By Will-Chapter 74: The Division of Misfits

Back inside, Arthur continued his hunt, unaware of the reinforcements or the growing urgency beyond the dungeon walls.

He moved through the thickening mana with steady focus, his senses locked onto the next distortion ahead.

The dungeon had begun to fight back.

And Arthur welcomed the challenge.

Meanwhile, the moment the Bronze Squad stepped into the dungeon, they knew something was wrong.

The air itself felt heavy.

Mana flowed like thick smoke, unstable and restless. The pressure clung to their skin, sharp and uncomfortable.

And the goblins.

They were everywhere.

Groups moved through the pathways in numbers far beyond what an E rank dungeon should produce. Some roamed without pattern, others gathered in clusters, and more kept appearing from deeper areas.

One of the squad members clicked his tongue. "That’s not normal."

Captain Ryn didn’t respond immediately. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, already measuring the situation.

The numbers.

The frequency.

The rate of movement.

They needed to act fast.

"Split into assigned routes," Ryn ordered calmly. "Priority is rescue. Engage only when necessary. Signal when you locate survivors. And lead them back to his spot"

The squad moved instantly.

There was no hesitation, no wasted motion. They had trained together long enough to understand each other without explanation.

As they departed, Ryn watched them go in silence.

Then, almost unconsciously, a certain face crossed his mind.

Arthur.

He frowned slightly but quickly pushed the thought aside.

Focus.

He had to focus on the mission instead of worry.

Tracking the new explorers was not difficult.

The dungeon told its own story.

Broken structures.

Disturbed soil.

Fresh blood.

Weapons marks carved into stone.

The Bronze Squad followed the signs with practiced ease. Years of experience had sharpened their instincts. They could read the battlefield like a map.

Sometimes they heard them before they saw them.

Shouts.

Desperate cries.

The sound of steel clashing against crude weapons.

And the unmistakable panic of people struggling to survive.

One group of new explorers was cornered near a collapsed structure.

They fought desperately against a growing wave of goblins. Their formation had long since broken, replaced by scattered resistance.

A young explorer swung wildly, breathing heavily. "They just keep coming!"

Another shouted, "We cleared this area already! How are there more?!"

As if answering the question, another pack of goblins emerged from the shadows behind them.

The dungeon was respawning monsters at an alarming speed.

Their danger scaled faster than they could handle.

Fatigue slowed their reactions. Their attacks lost precision. And fear crept into their movements.

They were reaching their limit.

And in that moment, when hope was fading, the miracle they silently wished for arrived.

A blur of movement cut through the goblin ranks.

One reinforcement member stepped forward, his body twisting unnaturally as he slipped between enemies like flowing water. His joints bent at strange angles, his movements unpredictable yet controlled. A curved blade traced silent arcs, dropping goblins before they understood what happened.

Another support class squad member followed, releasing threads of condensed mana from her fingertips. The glowing strands wrapped around goblins, binding their limbs before tightening sharply.

The creatures collapsed instantly.

A third walked calmly through the battlefield while small floating earth constructs circled around him like loyal beasts. The constructs struck independently, intercepting attacks and crushing enemies with mechanical precision.

The new explorers froze in shock.

These abilities looked strange.

Unusual.

Almost wrong.

Yet terrifyingly effective.

"They’re... weird," one of the rescued explorers whispered.

"Yeah," another muttered, watching the battlefield. "But they’re strong."

The goblins were cleared with careful coordination. Every movement had purpose. No energy was wasted.

Within minutes, silence returned.

The rescued explorers collapsed to the ground, breathing in relief.

One of the reinforcement members approached them casually. "You all alive? Can you still move?"

They nodded repeatedly.

Relief flooded their faces.

Medical treatment was given quickly. Minor wounds were stabilized, formation was reorganized, and clear instructions were delivered.

"Stay together," the squad member said. "We’re heading to the regroup point. Follow our pace and don’t act alone."

Some of the new explorers were even encouraged to join the formation and assist where possible. This was not only a rescue.

It was also training.

A chance to learn.

A chance to survive.

The same scene repeated across the dungeon.

In multiple locations, reinforcement teams located struggling groups and pulled them from overwhelming danger.

Each rescue followed the same pattern.

Track.

Engage.

Neutralize.

Regroup.

The efficiency was frightening.

Where the new explorers fought with desperation, the Bronze Squad fought with control. Their strange talents, their unconventional methods, and their precise teamwork gave them an overwhelming advantage.

It was clear why they were called the Division of Misfits.

They did not fight like ordinary explorers.

But they won.

Meanwhile, deeper within the dungeon, Captain Ryn advanced through a wide corridor with his unit.

They followed heavy battle traces that suggested a large gathering of explorers ahead.

Ryn raised a hand.

"Stop."

Voices echoed from the distance. The sound of an ongoing battle.

With that they moved forward even faster in the direction of the sound they heard.

What they found was chaos.

A large group of new explorers had gathered together under a single command. At the center stood Kael, directing movements while holding the frontline.

"Hold formation!" Kael shouted, cutting down a goblin. "Don’t let them surround us!"

Despite his leadership and strength, the situation remained grim. Goblins gathered endlessly from multiple directions, their numbers growing faster than the group could eliminate them.

Exhaustion showed clearly.

Their escape routes had been sealed.

The pressure was crushing them slowly.

Then Ryn’s group stepped forward.

Ryn himself remained still.

He didn’t draw his weapon.

He didn’t need to.

As his squad members moved in.

One member slammed a fist into the ground, releasing a spreading shockwave that destabilized the charging goblins. Another dashed forward with overwhelming speed, striking precise weak points with clean efficiency.

A support specialist released a pulse of energy that disrupted the monsters’ coordination, turning their formation into disorder.

Within moments, the tide shifted.

The goblins fell rapidly.

The battlefield that once overwhelmed Kael’s group was cleared with controlled ease.