My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 142: City of Dragon Slayers! Slaves!?

Chapter 142: City of Dragon Slayers! Slaves!?

Dragon Slayer, this was the term used for telekinetic humans who specialised in hunting dragons.

Although everyone possessed the human bloodline and could use telekinetic powers, the strength of this ability varied.

Some had thicker, purer bloodlines, granting them greater power, while others had diluted bloodlines, making them barely stronger than ordinary humans.

Still, even the most diluted among them were stronger than humans from Earth.

’So this is the case, huh...’ Drayken listened intently to the conversation happening outside the carriage, his ears perked.

He was inside one of the metal carriages, surrounded by numerous goods, with Synthia quietly leaning against his shoulder. She hummed a soft tune, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips.

Drayken quite enjoyed the moment, but for now, he focused on gathering information.

He had already obtained most of the details from the Dragon King before they set out.

Still, it was important to verify everything. While their cult had already infiltrated the inner circles of human society, making such verification seemingly unnecessary, it was a good habit to maintain to confirm information.

’Humans, like dragons, have nine levels. However, even a ninth-level telekinetic human is barely comparable to a Level 6 dragon.’

’But humans have invented new heights, after the ninth level comes the Telekinetic Master, the Grandmaster, and finally, the Paragon, believed to stand nearly on par with a Level 9 dragon.’

Drayken recalled the words of the Dragon King.

This cargo is transporting slaves from Flame City, the capital of the Falcon Empire, to Nightangel City, the city of Dragon Slayers.

His thoughts remained clear and composed, silently and calmly calculating in his heart.

These slaves were usually made up of other unique creatures. Dragons and humans weren’t the only beings in this world, there were many others, but they were weak and thus considered insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

Drayken peered through the curtains, narrowing his eyes at another carriage.

That was where the slaves were kept. Honestly, he was quite curious about these other creatures.

But for now, their destination was Nightangel City.

’The city of Dragon Slayers...’ he repeated the nickname silently.

Drayken clenched his fist. For some reason, even thinking those words made his bloodline boil with rage but only for the briefest moment, before he returned to his usual calm.

’This bloodline only goes out of control when something opposes dragons... hmm, and my mind is subtly changing,’ Drayken thought silently. Although the bloodline’s evolution into Lightning Saint had granted him unimaginable benefits, there was a catch.

’Fortunately, my hive mind almost completely nullifies the effects, and my Mental Resistance helps block the influence on my thoughts.’

As they traveled through the forest, the sun slowly fell, and they eventually stopped to rest.

Drayken and Synthia stepped out of the carriage, their hands intertwined.

A campfire had already been set up. Nearby, a round-bellied man gnawed on short ribs from some unknown animal, while a woman sat giggling in his lap, her cheeks flushed with a rosy blush.

The soldiers sat around a separate fire, eating their meals quietly.

Drayken and Synthia were just about to join the soldiers when the round-bellied man called out:

"Saviors, come and sit here! How could I treat the people who saved my life so poorly?"

"Alright," Drayken replied in a deep, calm tone, giving a casual shrug. He took a seat opposite the man, with Synthia settling beside him.

The woman who had been sitting in the round-bellied man’s lap stood up, took out plates and forks, and handed a pair of short ribs to both Drayken and Synthia. Some jerky was still cooking nearby, but it hadn’t been prepared yet.

Drayken subtly pinched Synthia’s hand, a silent signal not to eat yet. She gave the faintest nod in response.

He took a bite of the short ribs first.

Luckily, there’s no poison, he thought with a quiet sigh of relief. He gave her another small pinch, and Synthia began eating slowly.

Both of them ate with care and restraint.

Their movements were so restrained beneath their cloaks that barely a glimpse of their skin could be seen as they ate.

"Um, respected Dragon Slayers, are you here for the hunt as well?" the round-bellied man asked with an awkward smile.

Drayken’s pupils flickered beneath his hood, but he said nothing and continued eating. If one didn’t know something, it was best to stay silent, talking needlessly only increased the risk of revealing too much.

"Haha," the man chuckled, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "I wanted to offer you one of the slaves, to show how grateful I am." He smiled and clapped his hands.

One of the soldiers immediately walked over to one of the cargo carriages, opened the door, and stepped inside.

Moments later, he emerged with a line of chained individuals following behind, neatly arranged and moving in silence. However, they weren’t entirely human. Some had tails protruding from their backs, others bore animal ears.

’Furries,’ Drayken thought, his expression briefly turning strange hidden under his cloak.

There were also a few beast-like creatures, though they were fewer in number. Most of the group had humanoid forms with scattered animal features.

Their condition wasn’t ideal, but they were at least clean, tidy, and dressed in proper clothing.

"I can confidently say I have the finest quality slaves, esteemed Dragon Slayers," the round-bellied man said, thumping his chest with pride. "You can choose anyone you like, the tab’s on me."

"Okay," Drayken replied as he stood up and walked toward the line of slaves, inspecting them one by one with curious eyes.

If someone was offering him something for free, he had no reason to refuse.

From a modern mindset, he knew he should be disgusted by the very idea of slavery, even Eryke is completely repulsed.

But his bloodline helped him remain cool and composed, suppressing those conflicted thoughts.

His gaze swept across the group until it landed on a woman with brown hair, fluffy dog ears, and a drooping tail. It wasn’t her appearance that caught his attention, but the fire hidden deep within her broken eyes.

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