My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 35: End of the Tournament! Schemes of Eleanor!?

That’s right, every match after Ceciline ended with his opponents surrendering one by one, all the way to the final round. Even his last opponent gave up without a fight.

The final challenger even bowed deeply, a hint of fanaticism gleaming in his eyes as he murmured:

"Dragon Saint."

Then he slammed his head onto the ground, over and over, until blood spurted across the floor, staining the stadium.

Drayken felt a strange discomfort stir in his heart. There was nothing pleasant about this.

In fact, he sensed there had been some kind of misunderstanding.

There was no way he could be anything like that. He wasn’t even a native of this world, how could he possibly be some so-called "destined one"?

And the system had told him as much—it wasn’t that he was the one, but that he had simply taken the opportunity.

"Seeing the future?" Drayken quickly shook his head. If they truly had that ability, they wouldn’t have treated him like a prisoner. Not if they’d known he would bear a grudge... and later take the opportunity from their savior.

His thoughts drifted back to the skill he’d used, the one that had made all their expressions change.

"It really is the case."

Drayken felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment well up in his chest.

The classic tale of a lone hero saving an entire race...

It was the kind of story that used to be wildly popular online, back before the gates descended upon Earth.

Now, it was even more popular, but only Awakeners could monopolize it, their lives turned into serialized stories for the world to consume.

No one knew if the awakeners were lying or not, but the government had created an official app just for these stories and banned all others.

But the truth was, he wasn’t their saviour!

"Sigh... Power is everything," Drayken muttered. "Even if they don’t admit it. Ordinary people are all afraid of Awakeners... even the government."

Soon, the match came to an end.

In truth, Ceciline had been the strongest of them all. She was the only Rank-4 Dragon in the entire competition. Once she was defeated, it had basically marked the conclusion of everything.

"That woman I fought, Yukia, was a solid Rank-2 Dragon. Strong. And that guy, Valen... he was even stronger. Probably one of the top Rank-3s."

Drayken muttered inwardly as he walked off the stage, surrounded by the cheers and excitement of the crowd. He was guided away by a familiar face—the maid with a personality disorder: Lilia. As usual, she was blushing... wait, blushing?

He glanced at her reddened ears, feeling a little speechless inside.

’Has she gone back to that shy personality she had when we first met?’

Soon, he was brought to his room and it was easily the most luxurious place he had ever seen. From the carpets to the bed, everything glittered with gold. Not a single corner was spared. It was the embodiment of wealth and indulgence.

Drayken couldn’t help but compare it to the demoness Eleanor’s room. Honestly, it didn’t fall short in the slightest.

"Time really changes everything."

As he stepped into the room, Drayken threw himself onto the bed, rolling across its bouncy surface.

It was the softest, most luxurious material he’d ever felt—like there was no resistance at all. He sank into it, surrounded by peace and comfort, letting his thoughts drift.

Then his ears twitched at the soft click of a door locking.

He raised his head with a puzzled expression. "What?"

Lilia had entered behind him and locked the door.

Now, she was... slowly undressing.

Right in front of him.

"Wait, what are you even doing?" Drayken frowned.

"I am undressing, young master," Lilia replied, her hands reaching behind her to untie the rope that held her dress tight against her body.

With the release of the first string, the fabric loosened slightly. Then came the second—and the upper half of her dress slipped, revealing soft, milky skin.

"No, don’t undress! Why are you even doing this?" Drayken stood up abruptly, grabbing her hand to stop her.

"Please understand... this is Madam Eleanor’s order," Lilia said, bowing slightly as she tried to pull her hand free.

But Drayken’s gaze turned cold:

"Your master might agree. But I don’t."

"But... but..." Her eyes widened, shimmering with unshed tears.

"It’s fine," he said gently, his tone softening. "You don’t have to be afraid of Eleanor."

Drayken let out a quiet sigh as he spoke. He retied the loosened strings of her dress with care, then gently patted her head.

"No, what if she—?"

Before she could finish, her eyes widened in surprise.

Drayken had pulled her into a tight embrace.

For a moment, she froze—then slowly, she hugged him back, her eyes shutting tight as she began to sob uncontrollably.

"There, there." Drayken softly patted her back, comforting her as they stayed like that for a while.

It was a pure moment. He had no other intentions, just a quiet desire to offer comfort, like a counselor easing someone’s pain.

When he had a lesser dragon bloodline, he had to admit the impure thoughts appeared all over his mind.

But after it had changed, there were no impure thoughts, and he could actually control his emotions.

When they were hugging each other, Eleanor was in the next room, silent:

"I underestimated you, Drayken." The corner of her mouth curved upward.

"Now I have only made hatred for me, but at the same time, I also made a door that will keep you attached."

She sipped on her coffee with closed eyes:

"I will have to carefully plan again." Her left brow twitched ever so slightly.

"What was that vision earlier? It completely disrupted my plans! Everyone saw it, and now all eyes are on Drayken. I won’t be able to move as freely as before to control him, I need to think of a solution."

The day soon passed, and night came. Drayken was sitting on his bed, calming his thoughts to absorb mana from the surroundings. Lilia had already left the place after some consolation.

His mana control skill had reached level 9!

And with it, his absorption rate had also significantly increased. With every breath he took, Drayken felt a surge of mana enter his mana core, gradually filling it up bit by bit.

It took only a mere moment before his core was completely filled with mana molecules, and he could use the magic sigils to inscribe another circle in it and reach the Third Circle.

"Maybe I could even reach the Fourth Circle?" Drayken felt excited. With every other spell stacked together, the power of each individual spell also increased with it.

It was like when he used Aura, it was weaker. But when he used "Aura spell: SoulMark," the power of the Aura spell increased.

When he reached the Third Circle, he could very well enhance his Aura even further, and also the SoulMark would increase with it.

That SoulMark was really useless in the fight with Ceciline because the difference was just too big. The vitality of a Rank-4 Dragon is obviously off the charts, and there was no opportunity to fight a long battle like when he fought with Valen.

"My only regret is that I didn’t choose a lightning spell."

He sighed. His bloodline had evolved into the Lightning Saint Dragon, he didn’t know which rank it was, but if it was paired with a lightning spell, then the effect would be even more astonishing.

Ceciline could create such a terrifying meteorite because of all these advantages stacked together.

But he wasn’t to blame; there was no lightning spell to choose from, heck, there wasn’t even an attribute spell for him to use.

While lamenting, he heard a knock from outside.

"Who is it?"

"The Dragon King has called you."