My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 149: Dead!?

Eryke the Fifth calmed down instantly, his composed gaze sweeping over the crowd.

He was certain in his heart that these guards had deliberately delayed dealing with the drunk man to avoid interference. Now that he had dealt with the man himself, they showed up, clearly provoked.

"Scram," he said lightly.

"Brat." One of them drew his bow and aimed an arrow at him.

"Do you want to die? You're under the surveillance of the Hummingbird."

He pointed in a certain direction.

Eryke the Fifth followed his gesture and immediately spotted a bird perched atop the ceiling, silently watching them.

The soldier grinned, then pulled back the string and released, firing directly at Eryke the Fifth.

Swish!

In that instant, Eryke the Fifth vanished.

<Acceleration>

The very next moment, he was already in front of the man, delivering a punch straight to his face.

Bang!

The man's jaw dislocated with a sickening crack. Teeth flew through the air as his body was launched backward.

The arrow, having missed its mark, was about to strike the wall, when the soldier, mid-flight and just about to crash, raised a trembling finger toward Eryke the Fifth.

Instantly, the arrow twisted in midair, curving unnaturally before shooting toward its new target, Eryke's back.

Of course, Eryke the Fifth didn't move.

He simply stood there, taking the hit.

This feeling was familiar. It was exactly what Drayken had experienced when he first arrived in this world, fleeing from an arrow just like this.

But now, everything is different. With his Titles and Skills combined, the arrow couldn't even pierce his skin. It simply bounced off and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Eryke the Fifth turned his gaze to the four remaining soldiers, a grin spreading across his face.

Their expressions turned deathly pale.

They turned to flee, but it was already too late.

Eryke the Fifth caught up in an instant and beat them to a pulp.

Scratching his head in confusion, he let out a sigh and walked away, grumbling inwardly:

"This is trouble. I'll need to find a way to get to that place."

He wandered through the area, unaware and unconcerned about the trouble he had just caused. He already knew that the hummingbirds were surveillance devices in this world, but his mind was focused on only one thing:

Getting to Nightingale City.

…

"Sir, we have eyes on the target. He assaulted the soldiers and is now walking freely down the road."

"Oh? Good… good," an angry voice growled. "Someone dares to beat soldiers of the Ragnorak Empire? Even if they were in the wrong, something that could have been settled quietly, he chose to crush the very face of our empire instead. And now he dares to stroll around like nothing happened?"

There was a pause.

"Call the Valkyries."

"Are we sure, sir?"

"Yes."

…

Eryke the Fifth walked through the slums, casting a helpless sigh at the sight of the famished people and overwhelming poverty.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it.

As he continued on, the darkness gradually gave way to light, and the sounds of quiet despair were replaced by the lively chatter of people.

Their cheerful laughter piqued his curiosity.

Within moments, he stepped into a bustling area where people laughed freely and neat, tidy houses lined the streets.

It was a stark contrast to the slums he had just passed through.

Eryke the Fifth kept moving forward, his eyes occasionally drifting toward the people around him.

This was a hot and humid place, so the locals typically wore light, loose-fitting clothes, perfect for summer.

As he continued his journey, Eryke came across a building that resembled an inn.

People with strong, imposing presences were coming and going, and above the entrance hung a sign that read:

<Dragon-Hunter Branch>

"A branch?" he murmured.

He stepped inside and was immediately met with laughter.

Though it was the middle of the day, patrons were drinking casually, the sharp scent of booze lingering in the air.

Eryke the Fifth was greeted by a smiling woman dressed in professional attire.

"How may I help you?" she asked politely.

"I'm looking for a quest that leads to Nightingale City, the City of Dragon Slayers."

"Eh?" The woman was stunned. She looked him up and down, then gave an apologetic smile.

"If you're not a Dragon Slayer, you'll need to get ranked to verify your Telekinetic level before taking on a travel mission like that."

"I haven't awakened my Telekinetic power yet," Eryke the Fifth replied calmly.

"Umm?" The woman rubbed the side of her head. "Then, it might not be possible for you—"

"But I'm strong, even without it," Eryke interrupted. "I should be able to take down at least a Level 3. That should qualify me for a rank, right?"

"Y-yeah, possibly... but we'd still need to confirm that first—"

Just as she was speaking, a loud sound echoed through the room.

"You, who dared to crush the face of our Ragnarok Empire, come out!"

Feathers drifted from the sky like slow-falling snow.

All movement in the room came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone turned toward the door, their expressions tightening with unease.

"Those feathers… are they Valkyries?"

"What are they doing here?"

Quiet whispers filled the room, rippling through the silence.

Eryke the Fifth stood still, his expression hardening.

"They've come for me," he muttered, then turned and walked toward the door.

Stepping outside, he was met by a group of women hovering in the sky, wings spread wide behind them. They gazed down at him with cold, judgmental eyes, like gods peering at a mere mortal.

Are you the one who beat up those five soldiers?" one of the Valkyries asked coldly.

"I did," Eryke the Fifth replied, his voice utterly calm.

"Alright." In an instant, one of the Valkyries vanished from the sky and reappeared right in front of him, slamming a punch into his gut.

Eryke's mouth formed an "O" as he doubled over, coughing up saliva that splattered onto the ground.

"What? Is that all? So weak," she said, her voice laced with disappointment.

Slowly, he lifted his head, his expression still composed, eerily so.

"No. You're wrong."

With that, he launched a punch in return.

But the Valkyrie moved like a ghost, effortlessly slipping past his fist. A blade appeared in her palm, and with a swift motion, she slashed his throat open.

Blood burst from the wound.

Eryke the Fifth dropped to his knees, eyes wide in shock as crimson spilled onto the earth.

"Every Valkyrie is a level Nine Telekinetic Human."

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