My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 91: Chaos in Earth, Arriving at "Paradise"!?

In front of the chief was a man covered in bandages throughout his body.

With short blue hair and casual clothes, and a skinny body on top of it all.

At first glance, he looked like an ordinary, unremarkable guy.

But those crimson pupils contained a deep disdain and an utter lack of interest, as if everything was underneath him.

"I heard a newly SSS-Rank Awakener entered this Anomaly dungeon."

"Th- that’s right," the chief stuttered, struggling to maintain his composure.

The Water Emperor walked up to the position where the gate once stood and looked at it with a careful thought in his heart.

He weakly punched the place.

Nothing.

"It looks like I can’t break it." He took out some walnuts from his pocket and started to eat them with relish as the crunchy sound resounded.

The chief looked at this and thought to himself: ’This psycho, what do you think would have happened?’

However, he didn’t dare to utter these words, because this Water Emperor was inevitably an S-rank Awakener who was one of the "originals."

Originals were those who returned from the world the fastest, and they leveled up the most in gates.

However, even so—

"Water Emperor, it is no time to joke around. What if the other two SSS-Rank Awakeners find out about this?" the chief spoke sternly.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I am not, just reminding you."

"Unfortunately, you are too naive, Chief. There is no value in fighting a dead SSS-Rank Awakener."

The Water Emperor hmphed and walked away.

His secretary approached and whispered, "Sir, your son is already in the warehouse. He’s being protected around the clock by our best men."

"That boy is not my son," the Water Emperor snapped. "How dare he bring such trouble upon me."

He took a few walnuts and crushed them between his teeth. "Once this is over, he’ll no longer be my son."

A strange tension hung in the air, each person lost in their own thoughts but this atmosphere was captured perfectly by a journalist standing outside.

When the footage was posted online, the world erupted in chaos, and countless theories sprang up about what had just occurred.

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<Ice Monarch>: I’m 100% sure the Water Monarch is connected to him entering that dungeon, whether directly or through someone close to him.

<Emptyvoid>: Obviously. That bastard has a terrible reputation. There are rumours he lets gates break out just to maximize his profits.

<Kanthos>: Brother, are you sure about this? It’s hard to believe, it sounds unimaginable.

<Jokkier>: I bet there’s at least some truth to it.

<Void_Argus>: Let’s spread this everywhere.

...

Conversations like this erupted everywhere. While many accused him, others rose to his defense. The story made headlines not just in America, but across the globe, the same news echoed in every corner of the world.

But as we all know, arguments on the internet are often the most meaningless, rarely holding any real value in our lives. freёnovelkiss.com

Everyone wanted to uncover the secret behind the mysterious Awakener, but the branch head remained tight-lipped, refusing to reveal a single detail. Unless it was confirmed that Eryke was dead, he would not jump the gun so easily.

"Every SSS-Rank Awakener has performed miracles, who knows what he’s capable of?"

Put simply, it was a rank so far beyond Rolf’s grasp that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend it.

Meanwhile, as the world spiraled into chaos, Eryke was training, his sword slicing through the air, sweat pouring down his face.

His mind was in turmoil, struggling to find a path forward.

Chun Ma had the Martial Space to aid his cultivation, but Eryke had no such luxury. He was alone.

Eryke tried to feel each swing of his sword.

The blistering hot wind rustled his hair.

"The most optimal way to fight with a sword..." he murmured.

He swung his blade in a straight line.

"It’s just cutting: whether horizontal, vertical, diagonal, or even a stab. In the end, it’s all just moving the sword. No matter what fancy technique they use, they’re still swinging it."

Eryke stared at his weapon, thoughtful.

"When you learn to wield a sword, you’re learning the most efficient way to kill. Whether by style or angle, it’s all the same. Every weapon is made for that purpose."

He and the two dragons journeyed far and wide across the desert.

A day slipped by, lost in the haze of time.

At that moment, the dragon soared through the skies, its sharp eyes gleaming as they reflected the image of a lush forest stretching out before it.

Unlike the one Eryke the Third had once visited, this forest pulsed with vibrant life.

Two tall mountains in the distance, with a crystal-clear river winding between them. Butterflies danced through the air, and the chirping of birds echoed throughout the valley.

It was a place so breathtakingly beautiful, it could only be described as paradise.

Eryke didn’t stop swinging his sword:

"Is this the place?"

"That’s right," the dragon replied, its tone casual, almost humming with ease.

"This is the only place left in this fallen world where life still thrives. And it’s where the core of the world is located."

"...Are you coming with me?" Eryke asked.

"Maybe it’s time I visited some old friends," the dragon said with a smile. "So yes, I’ll come with you."

"Would one of those friends happen to be named ’Leviathan’?" Eryke asked.

The dragon let out a hearty laugh. "No, no need to worry. The friends I’m speaking of aren’t the ones you’re about to meet."

"Very well, then," Eryke said, pausing for a moment. "Where is the place?"

The dragon raised a claw and pointed toward the two mountains.

"If you go there, you should find him, standing guard over the core, like a good watchdog."

"Okay," Eryke nodded.

He picked up the baby dragon, tossed it gently into the air, and dashed forward without looking back.

The baby dragon flailed for a moment before being caught by the dragon’s claws. Stunned, it blinked, then burst into tears, its eyes welling up and cries echoing through the forest.

The dragon sighed softly:

"Don’t cry, little one."