My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 140:

Chapter 140: <Thunder Mastery>

The sun was high and bright, its yellow rays spilling below as it revealed two figures completely cloaked in robes from head to toe, not a single feature visible to the naked eye.

The two figures gradually approached a massive door and whispered something to the guard stationed there.

The humongous door stood at least five hundred meters tall, with equally colossal walls surrounding it.

With a low creak from an unknown mechanism, the door slowly opened as the guard pressed a button.

Immediately before the two figures, a breathtaking scene unfolded, the chirps and cries of animals filled the air, and the sound of a flowing river soothed the heart.

"Let’s go," Drayken muttered.

To this, Synthia simply nodded, and their figure gradually disappeared into the forest.

Of course, the two cloaked figures were Drayken and Synthia!

In the shadow of a nearby tree, a man sat silently beneath the eaves. His eyes gleamed as he watched the two cloaked figures enter the forest.

"Someone has finally come out from here—"

Swish!

The man collapsed without resistance, though no sound of a thud followed.

Drayken gently laid the man to rest beneath the tree’s shadow.

"Hmm?" A thoughtful frown marred his face.

"We’ve already killed about a dozen of these human spies, and there still seem to be many more. This is really troublesome," Synthia said from the side, calculating silently in her heart.

"Luckily, no form of long-distance communication is possible, so we still have a chance to eliminate them all."

"You’re right," Drayken nodded, still deep in thought.

"I think I have a way."

"Oh? What is it?" Synthia asked, raising her brows.

"Look at this."

Drayken pressed against the ground, launching himself skyward.

Mid-flight, his form began to shift, transforming into his giant, majestic dragon form.

The moment he did, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and he let out a thunderous roar, gazing down from above.

Thunder boomed across the sky, casting the entire area into a dark, oppressive gloom.

Drayken’s slitted pupils scanned his surroundings.

Wherever his gaze fell, lightning struck, followed instantly by a deafening boom.

Ahhhh—!

Sharp screams echoed through the forest before vanishing into silence, the bodies turning to ash.

There had been hundreds of them, but none could escape the terrifying speed of lightning.

As Drayken continued to incinerate each and every one, a glowing blue prompt suddenly appeared before him.

[You have awakened a hidden ability of your bloodline]

[You have gained a new exclusive skill: <Thunder Mastery>]

Drayken paused for a moment, sensing a strange shift within himself.

It wasn’t a physical change, at least not entirely. It felt deeper, more spiritual.

His connection to lightning had reached a new level, syncing with his very essence.

Until now, his bloodline had granted him perfect control over lightning, but it always felt like wielding an external weapon. Now, it had become an extension of his own body, like an arm or a leg.

Drayken slowly closed his eyes.

With Drayken at the epicenter, lightning thundered in every direction, obliterating all the humans with terrifying precision, striking only them and leaving everything else untouched.

"Oh, not bad," Drayken murmured, feeling the overwhelming energy circulating through his body. He nodded to himself in appreciation.

With a graceful motion, he reverted to his human form and landed softly on the ground.

"Let’s go," he said, turning to Synthia, only to see her mouth form an "O" of surprise.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," Synthia replied, though a thoughtful look crossed her face. "I just remembered... you weren’t this powerful when you fought the humans yesterday. And only a single day has passed."

Drayken shrugged, pulling a small vial from his pocket. His eyes glinted as he gazed at the swirling purple liquid:

"You’ve already taken the Potion of Transformation, right?"

"Yeah, this potion lasts for a month," Synthia replied as she lifted her cloak, revealing her beautiful face. Her usual tail and horns were gone.

Drayken uncorked the vial and drank it in one gulp.

Immediately, his horns receded, his tail vanished, and his folded wings withdrew into his back.

In moments, he appeared completely human, a strikingly handsome one, no less than a noble prince.

Without another word, the two turned and left the area.

Some time later, an ancient dragon appeared high in the sky, watching the distant figures of the two as they vanished into the horizon.

"Worthy of being my grandson, haha..." the Supreme Dragon Emperor smiled, then faded into the clouds.

Drayken and Synthia walked slowly along the worn, trodden road.

"Why are we walking so slow?" Synthia asked, frowning.

"No hurry," Drayken shrugged, glancing around. "We have lots of time, so we might as well take it slow."

"..." Synthia pouted in silence.

Drayken smiled wearily and stepped closer, reaching out to pinch her cheeks.

"Why are you so cute, Synthia?"

"I’m cute?" Synthia freed herself from his grasp, tilting her head in genuine confusion.

"Yeah." Drayken nodded firmly.

Just as they were sharing their moment, Drayken’s ears twitched, he heard the distant sound of galloping hooves approaching.

"Who’s there?" Drayken said sharply.

"Where?" Synthia blinked, puzzled.

"Listen carefully."

A moment later, Synthia’s ears perked up. "Oh, I hear them now... Hmm, probably a cart traveling... Wait, why did they suddenly stop?" Her nose twitched. "There’s a smell of blood."

"Let’s check it out," Drayken said sternly, his expression turning vigilant.

Since they were journeying across the world, caution was essential.

Every place they visited carried the risk of exposure, and if their true identities were discovered, the consequences could be catastrophic.

If he were alone, he might take more risks. But with Synthia by his side, he had his responsibilities as well.

She was his wife and Drayken would do anything to protect her.

As they slowly approached the source of the sound, the hungry roars of wolves became clearer, echoing through the trees.

When they finally reached the scene, Drayken spotted a massive pack, nearly a hundred wolves, completely surrounding a cargo-laden cart. At the front of the pack stood a towering wolf with crimson-red fur, its eyes glowing with menace.

Drayken narrowed his eyes, then glanced at Synthia with a smirk.

"Want a pet, Synthia?" he asked, looking towards the giant wolf.