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

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The morning buzzed with life: sparrows darting from the rooftops, the low hum of distant merchant wagons came from far far away. Nima giggling as Auri tried to chase his own shadow.

Kent turned slightly, eyes drifting toward the horizon. In three days, the first piece of his new empire would arrive. Not gold, not weapons, but a glass vessel of a future only for collecting SP. The system had already taken care of trade system.

He whispered by himself, "Let's grow a world no one ever dreamed of."

Nima rattled on about her newest obsession, almond biscuits stuffed with melon jam and the stray gray kitten she'd seen by the canal. Kent answered in half‑phrases, content to let her chatter fill the air while a larger melody hummed in his chest: the whistle warm against his palm, the SP counter ticking upward, the promise of realm‑glass spheres.

He tipped his can, sending a gentle shower over the emerald shoots. Water struck the leaf, rolled, fell, and disappeared into dark soil rich with promise. Each tiny splash gleamed like a coin tossed into a wishing fountain, and Kent, alias Money Immortal, felt certain those were only the first layer of fortune waiting to be unearthed.

Kent sat at the kitchen table right after breakfast, a plastic lunch box open in front of him. Inside lay neat stacks of dollar bills, crisp hundred-dollar notes on one side, rumpled twenties on the other. Auri perched on the rim, pecking at each bundle as though checking for worms.

CHIRP CHIRP! "This money thing is food."

"Stop that," Kent laughed, shooing the bird away. "Paper isn't food."

Auri fluttered to the back of a chair, giving a wounded chirp that clearly meant "I am not stupid… I mean with this money I can buy many Juice and food. You own us money. You didn't give me and Nima our share of the money."

Nima strolled in, still brushing her hair. "Whoa, Auri is right. Where's our share? That's a lot of green notes. Did you bring it out to give our share?"

Kent rolled his eyes. "I sold three spare (monthly allowance) spirit stones at the watcher exchange. Had to convert part of the payment into mortal cash."

He thumbed a list:

Buy some bacteria – $10,000

Spare change for fertilizer – $1,200.

Emergency snack budget (Nima and Auri's snacks) – $300.

"Everything fits," he said, satisfied. "Now I need to order some bacteria. I need many types."

Nima stretched. "Great, you are giving our share, because I saw mochi ice bars at the corner store. They have a limited time offer. Give us the money. Otherwise all will be sold out. It's an emergency, big brother. Don't waste time."

Kent sighed. "Don't add food to the emergency list. We will buy some. I know that uncle from the market. I will tell him to keep some for you two."

Outside, Grandpa Xian Yu marked new rows. He glanced up as Kent walked over with a fresh watering can.

"Disciple, your eyes carry a scheme," the old man said, half joking but half serious. "What have you planned? Don't cause any trouble."

Kent debated honesty, then chose a half-truth: "Meeting a craftsman. Buying glass jars for some research. Might be late."

Xian Yu frowned. "Glass jar! What research? You are sword cultivator. Take a blade and practice with me."

Kent patted the Soul Slasher dagger at his belt. "I am ready, old man."

The old man nodded, though lines of worry folded his brow. " Let's practice."

Three days later…

Mid-afternoon, Kent check on the ten Forsaken disciples. They knelt in meditative silence, but their eyes burned bright.

"Tonight I'm out," Kent told them, voice low. "My sister and grandpa will stay home. If any thief or bully approaches this property, scare them stiff. No killing. Clear?"

Nine heads bowed. The leader, elite disciple 01, asked, "Permission to also punish the pickpocket gang on South Canal? They beat an old woman yesterday."

Kent's lips curved. "Approved. Just pain, fear, and regret nothing lethal."

He blew the whistle's low note, releasing the chains. Ten shadows vanished into the city's alley network.

Kent thinks, "That should build a nice SP buffer while I travel."

Sunset painted the sky blood-orange. Kent changed into dark field pants and a charcoal jacket, clothes sturdy enough for climbing but plain enough to blend in. He strapped a sword across his back, tucked a flashlight in one pocket, and slipped some cola inside pouch.

Nima blocked the door. "Where are you going? Can I come with you? We can zoom over with Silver Muse."

Kent smiled. "I have some official duty. You can't come with me. Keep watering schedule. Plants first. I ordered some things online. You need to receive them."

She saluted, then shoved two energy bars into his hand. "Eat those if you are hungry. I will take care of the garden."

Auri leapt to Kent's shoulder, claws tight.

"Not tonight, buddy," Kent said gently. "I need you guarding the house with Nima."

The Emberling phoenix-sparrow puffed in protest, but Nima bribed him with a packet of dried banana chip. He relented.

Kent left the residential streets, following the tram line east until the rails crossed old factory lots. Rusted cranes poked at the sky like bent fingers. The watch-tower, a brick cylinder four stories tall rose beyond a fence of chain link and weeds. System had mark this location for trade. This place is perfect choice.

A half-moon hung above, shining silver on broken windows. Kent checked his wristwatch: 23:04. The deal time was twenty-three thirty.

He circled the fence, found a gap, and slipped through. Inside the lot, grass whispered under his boots. He kept one hand on the dagger hilt, senses wide.

At twenty-three twenty-five a faint cloud spilled from the tower's dark doorway, mist cold and gray, carrying the metallic tang of pocket-space. Kent stepped closer.

A deep voice echoed from the fog: "Money Immortal?"

Kent answered, "Yes. I brought some mortal gift for you. Don't refuse it. You will definitely enjoy it."

The fog parted to reveal a broad-shouldered man in rough work robes, clearly Gold-Core Carpenter in a mortal shell. He carried a wooden crate under one arm.

"One sphere, forged from realm-glass, triple-sealed."

Kent showed his gift (cola). Carpenter snapped a finger; the bag floated, spinning into the fog. A moment later the crate levitated toward Kent.

He opened it: inside nestled one clear sphere the size of grapefruit. Its surfaces shimmered like soap bubbles yet felt sturdy as steel.

Kent bowed. "Pleasure trading with you."

Carpenter dipped his head. "May your fortune grow, Money Immortal." The fog rolled back, doorway empty.

Kent exhaled. "Deal complete."

Kent jogged home under streetlights, crate strapped tight. But as he reached his gate, he stopped short.

Two men in black hoodies knelt on the path, trembling. Behind them stood Disciple 04, hands glowing red with pain seal energy.

One burglar whimpered, "We were only scouting!"

Disciple 04 intoned, "Theft intent: confirmed. Punishment: agony for thirty minutes."

Kent nodded approval. System beeps arrived:

+180, +99, +77, +90 SP copied from xxx (Fear)

+220, +66, +88, +55 SP copied from xxx (Pain)

He tapped Disciple 04's shoulder. "Good work. Reset them outside the district after echo fades."

The disciple bowed and vanished with the groaning burglars.

Kent smiled grimly. "Security system working."

Inside, Kent set the crate on his desk. He lifted the sphere against the lamplight. Micro-runes flowed just beneath the glass like tiny fish, opening channels for spiritual energy but nothing larger than dust.

Kent thinks, "Perfect. Now, bacteria."

He needed a culture… sterile, easy to feed. University labs sold teaching kits; he could visit tomorrow.

Next problem: emotions. He opened a new notebook page:

He underlined Distress, Relief Loop twice.

Kent re-entered the Immortal Assembly chat group. He posted:

Money Immortal: Seniors, which micro-life forms show strongest feeling waves?

Moss-Roof Granny replied first: Plants react slowly. Try soil microbes, very lively. Mix mushroom spores to amplify bliss.

Thousand-Petal Fairy added: Add trace dream-sand; microbes learn faster, produce richer fear/joy spectrum.

Kent thanked them, then asked:

Money Immortal: How to prevent micro-realm from cracking?

Gold-Core Carpenter: My spheres are safe to ten times mortal core pressure. Just modulate heat slowly.

Kent relaxed. Plan looked solid.

Before bed he checked the disciple map. More pings lit up:

Loan shark forced to refund fees, +250 SP copied from xxx (Shame).

Drunk gang terrified by shadow illusions +300 SP copied from xxx (Fear, Regret).

Total daily gain: 350 thousand SP.

Total SP: 50 million.

His total SP is enough to cover experiment costs in system-store reagents.

He closed his eyes, a grin on his lips, and slept.

Dawn, Kent left Auri and Nima planting leek seeds and caught the tram to the city college. In the biology supply window he bought:

Universal nutrient gel packs (x4).

Dormant soil-bacteria spores (mixed culture delivered to his house).

Packet of luminescent dye (to observe activity).