My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 146: Hog Clan!?

Drayken peered out from behind the curtains of the carriage, gazing at the giant city with its long line of waiting.

"We've already waited an hour. How much longer do we have to wait?" Synthia said with a pout.

"Don't worry, not much longer," Drayken replied with a smile, pulling her into a hug.

Synthia squirmed in comfort, hugging him back even tighter.

The two were having the time of their lives, simply enjoying each other's company.

Suddenly, the ground seemed to rumble, and their carriage trembled.

"Hmm?" Drayken raised an eyebrow, his brows knitting together.

"Who's there?"

He was a little annoyed, because someone dared to disturb his time with his wife.

"Don't look, let's just enjoy." Synthia hugged him tightly, almost like a koala clinging close.

"Fine," Drayken shrugged.

Outside the carriage, the rumbling was caused by riders on boars, dressed in clothes only a barbarian would wear, rough and primitive.

They showed utter disregard as they shot through the crowd, skipping the line and quickly reaching the gate.

The leader, a bulky man draped in a white wolf's fur with a scar over his left eye, roared:

"Let us through!"

The guards panicked, hesitation flickering in their eyes. They whispered among themselves:

"What are these primitive bastards doing here?"

"They're probably here for the Dragon Hunting Festival."

"Everyone's a comrade when we're out there slaying those damn dragons. You don't know how our last attack failed because of the cruelty and viciousness of those beasts."

"That's right."

The soldiers echoed the same sentiments and decisively opened the gates.

The people behind them couldn't help but feel annoyed at the favor shown. But when they caught sight of the terrifying hogs, radiating a murderous aura, they quickly stepped back, unwilling to get anywhere near them.

The Hog Clan was notorious, known as a tribe of brutes, infamous for their brutal nature and simple minds.

Nobody wanted to mess with them.

Drayken watched the scene out of the corner of his eye through the curtains, a grin tugging at his lips.

This will definitely be a festival, but a festival of massacre, not of dragons.

They waited patiently before entering the city the formal way.

Afterward, Pierce led them to his residence: a huge mansion surrounded by sprawling gardens, with servants bowing respectfully as they passed.

I gotta say, Pierce is one hell of a rich man.

As they entered, Pierce immediately guided them toward the master bedroom, his smile fawning and eager.

After Drayken and Synthia settled into the bed, Rowena stood silently behind him. Confusion flickered in her eyes, but she didn't dare speak.

Pierce smiled and spoke with utmost respect:

"What else can I do for you, master?"

"For now, gather all the information about everyone who's come to join the hunt. Leave no detail uncovered, I want every single piece of it. Got it?"

"Yes, master," Pierce replied, then hurriedly stood and left the room.

Now, in this luxurious chamber, only three beings remained, bound by their quiet, complicated affection.

Drayken took Synthia's hand, and together they sank into the comfortable bed, kissing and playfully wrestling with one another.

Rowena stood in silence, but she couldn't help the faintest blush rising to her cheeks.

In the carriage, they had been lovey-dovey, and now here, they were the same. Couldn't this couple get any rest?

She thought quietly but didn't dare voice it.

Drayken noticed her and smiled with amusement.

She still needs a bit of training. But I can use her hatred toward humans as fuel to drive her.

With that thought, he turned his attention back to his beloved Synthia.

The more they embraced, the more it felt like never enough, so they cuddled even closer.

A few hours later, Pierce returned, carrying a thick document, and handed it to Drayken.

Drayken finally stopped and reluctantly parted from Synthia. Taking the document handed to him, he opened it and began flipping through its pages.

Thanks to the incredible comprehension skill Eryke had acquired for him, Drayken was able to skim through the dense information effortlessly, absorbing nearly every detail about the humans listed within.

After a few moments, he closed the book and set it aside, lowering his gaze as deep thoughts settled in his heart.

He needed to craft a flawless plan, one that would unleash a bloody massacre without revealing their identities.

This was no ordinary mission.

Among their targets were no Level 9 Telekinetic humans. But even more daunting, there were two Telekinetic Masters.

Beings comparable in power to a Level Seven Dragon, the same level as Eleanor.

Though their strength paled in comparison to a Level Seven Dragon, facing them head-on would still be an unimaginable challenge for Drayken.

I need to increase my power and find a way to turn the tide.

His eyes gleamed with determination. He was deep in human territory, where even the smallest mistake could lead to devastating consequences. He had to find a solution—fast.

Drayken's gaze shifted to the tube containing the Serum. Without hesitation, he reached out and contacted the main body.

***

Eryke sat cross-legged atop the hill, a torrent of water crashing relentlessly over him, drenching his entire body.

His skin burned sharply, as if pierced by countless needles but his expression remained calm and serene.

His mind was locked in unwavering focus, centered entirely on his Sword Will.

With each measured breath, his Sword Will grew sharper, edging closer to perfection, no longer a vague, blurry illusion, but something solid, complete, and whole.

Suddenly, a streak of golden light flashed within the Sword Will, swirling gracefully around it.

Eryke's eyes snapped open.

An incredible sharpness ignited in his eyes, so intense that a leaf drifting through the air sliced cleanly in two by his mere gaze.

Slowly, he parted his lips and spoke in a cold, steady voice:

"I have finally become a Second-stage Martial Artist."

The special symbol on his Sword Will signified this achievement of his.

A person without a dantian reaching the Second-stage Martial realm was definitely amusing.