My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 139: Everyone is the main character of their own story!

Chapter 139: Everyone is the main character of their own story!

He could faintly see it, the giant dragon was still circling the space. However, only four paragons remained now, and one of them had vanished.

"Did one of them die?" Drayken wondered.

At that moment, a drop of red blood fell onto Drayken’s head.

He looked up.

The cloudless sky had begun to rain... blood.

The humans who witnessed this scene widened their eyes in horror.

"A paragon has died."

"Nooo!"

Some humans began to wail and cry.

Others started to bang their heads against the ground.

Drayken looked on, his brow twitching.

’You speak as if you’re the victims,’ he thought, shaking his head with a look of disappointment. ’You had the nerve to attack me during my wedding, came at me with full force and now, when I defend myself, you paint us as the villains.’

But he didn’t stop there. Lightning surged in his core, and with a blast, he struck the humans, reducing several to smithereens before they could regain their footing.

And when they finally did, they unleashed their strongest attacks, drowning him in a storm of power.

Even Drayken would be forced to retreat if he took those attacks head-on.

But he had a trump card.

The dragons behind Drayken launched their attacks in unison, targeting the humans.

With that, Drayken caught a brief moment of respite. He shifted back into his dragon form and unleashed an electrically charged beam, less powerful than before, but still strong enough to force the humans back.

Bit by bit, they began to retreat.

As Drayken attacked, he glanced upward. Strangely, the shadows above remained still, until the four Paragons suddenly vanished from the sky.

One of them waved a hand, and in an instant, all the humans were lifted into the air and disappeared.

From the edge of space, the old dragon slowly descended. Stretching his back, he looked at his descendant and muttered:

"I’m too old for these things."

Then he landed on the ground.

Eleanor, Duke Igris, Kaizer, and the other dragon race experts landed on the ground in unison.

Only two of the elder dragons had fallen, while the human experts had suffered hundreds of casualties.

Among the dragons, none others had died, most were either seriously injured or had escaped with barely a scratch. But a heavy gloom hung over every face as they looked at the corpses of the two old dragons.

Synthia stepped forward, one step at a time, and knelt before them, her expression icy and solemn.

"May your souls live forever. May the Dragon God bless you."

She bowed deeply, tears welling in her eyes and soaking the earth beneath her.

The moment she bowed, the skies responded.

Clouds gathered in the skies, and a single drop of water fell, followed gradually by a heavy rain.

Synthia looked up with a hollow gaze, her face lined with grief.

The atmosphere grew heavy, suffocating, as a quiet oppression settled over the land.

The dragons said nothing. Their bodies trembled, and tears welled in their eyes, silent, unsung tears.

Drayken remained still as well, paying his respects to the fallen elders.

Unlike humans, where death often draws tears only from family and relatives who only seemed to be pretending to care, the dragon race shared an unbreakable bond.

It was a sacred connection.

The death of one dragon was a loss mourned by all.

And now, two had fallen.

For a long time, there was only silence, broken only by the steady sound of falling rain.

Synthia slowly rose to her feet and began to move her hands with elegant precision. The rain around her started to shimmer, resonating with her rhythm, syncing with her.

The two elderly dragon corpses began to levitate, slowly circling her, drawn into her harmony.

Then, in the blink of an eye, they began to dissolve, turning to dust.

Synthia clapped her hands twice, her eyes closed.

Bang!

The ashes rose gently into the sky, drifting upward until they vanished completely.

She dropped to her knees, head bowed.

"May the Demon God grant your souls mercy and peace."

Every dragon, including the Supreme Dragon Emperor, knelt to the ground, their voices echoing in unison:

"May the Demon God grant their souls mercy and peace."

With that, the ceremonial cremation of the two elder dragons came to an end. Synthia quietly returned to Drayken’s side, her mood visibly heavier than before. She spoke little.

Drayken, understanding her sorrow, remained silent as well. Their marriage, which had been meant to take place during this gathering, would likely be postponed.

But Drayken didn’t complain. Instead, he simply stayed close, offering her his silent, steady support.

"Listen up," the old dragon said, coughing slightly to draw everyone’s attention. "I know you’re shaken by the deaths of our two elders but this is not the time for grief. This is the time for vengeance."

"We must sharpen our claws... and end the human race."

The dragons were instantly ignited, their eyes blazing with fury as they roared in unison:

"End them!"

"End them!"

Their voices shook the skies, the very ground rumbling beneath their wrath.

Drayken watched silently, saying nothing. From the outside, it was almost... fascinating.

From the dragons’ eyes, humans were the villains.

From the humans’ eyes, dragons were the villains.

But in the end...

Who truly was the villain?

’Everyone is the main character of their own story. The only difference is, some stories are interesting, while others are boring.’

Drayken nodded to himself, a faintly enlightened expression on his face.

The next day, he sat sipping tea, freshly ground and prepared by his two twin dragon maids, who worked diligently by his side.

A red-haired woman sat at the table nearby, staring out the window with a dazed, distant look in her eyes.

Just then, Synthia entered the room and glanced at Drayken.

"Our wedding has been postponed again... for almost a month."

"Hmm." Drayken gave a casual nod, then looked up at her.

"Do you want to travel the world?"

"Eh?" Synthia tilted her head, confused.

"I’ve been contemplating what my fifth spell should be. I’ve almost formed a coherent idea, but I can’t quite decide how to proceed. Will you help me?"

"By traveling the world?" Synthia asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.

"That’s right. My fifth spell is connected to nature, but it feels like I’m missing a crucial piece of the puzzle," Drayken said without hesitation.

"Wouldn’t it be dangerous?"

"We’ll hide our identities and travel incognito. Honestly, it’ll be incredibly helpful for me."

"I’m coming with you, then." Synthia’s tone was firm.

"As I said," Drayken shrugged, "you can come along... but how do I ask for permission?"

"You don’t have to, grandson."

Drayken spun around at the sudden appearance of the old dragon behind him, almost frightened out of his heart.

The old dragon placed a steady hand on his shoulder. "I’ve already given you permission. No one can stop you."

"Grandpa," Synthia muttered from the side, cheeks puffed like a balloon, "when I asked you for permission to leave, you never gave it."

"You stubborn brat," the old dragon grumbled. "What would have happened if you’d been caught by the humans? But with my grandson, I can absolutely rely on him."

Synthia huffed in response.