My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Necromancer!

With his small body, he quickly reached the eyes of the statue. Gazing into the gleaming obsidian orbs, he let out a sigh.

"Will this really work?"

A black haze formed in the air, solidifying into a sword that he gripped tightly before casually slashing forward.

The statue’s eyes were instantly severed, revealing a pearl embedded within, gleaming with a dark light.

"Hmm?"

Just by looking at it, he could sense the pearl’s details, its presence whispering to him like a ghost.

For a moment, his gaze turned hollow, devoid of life.

Only after two minutes did he regain consciousness. He hurriedly shook his head and bit into his flesh to regain clarity.

"It still puts me in that trance-like state."

The first time he looked at the statue, he had also fallen into a trance, though it lasted much longer than now.

That was why Eryke the Third hadn’t been able to stop the tragedy. And from the looks of it, this was a daily occurrence. The only thing different this time was that the eldest disciple had died.

"Forget it. Let’s see if I can do it."

He removed the obsidian pearl from one eye of the statue, then did the same with the other.

Holding both pearls in his hands, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, focusing his mind.

Then, slowly, he released the death energy within his body, allowing it to merge with the pearl.

It was something he did instinctively.

Faintly, he could sense a shift in his surroundings.

The next moment, Eryke the Second snapped open his eyes—only to find himself staring into an endless abyss.

There was nothing.

An absolute void.

No air.

No energy.

He looked around, but his vision remained pitch-black. Whether his eyes were open or closed made no difference, it was all the same.

And yet...

"This world feels so familiar," he murmured, moving his hand through the emptiness. Though he had never seen this place before, it felt inexplicably known to him.

Suddenly, he sensed a black mass, a shadow, moving through the void, heading straight toward him.

"Hmm?"

He raised an eyebrow as a blue prompt appeared in front of him:

[You have entered the Abyss of Death in the Martial World]

[The souls you have killed will hold resentment toward you]

"The only person I’ve killed in this world is that senior disciple..." he muttered, a flicker of uncertainty in his heart. Does Chun Ma’s kill count too?

But as he sensed only a single soul drifting rapidly toward him, his doubts were dispelled.

"Hmph." Eryke the Third sneered and extended his hand, yanking the resentful soul straight toward him.

The soul tried to resist, but in the face of his outstretched palm, it was utterly helpless.

In mere seconds, it was completely trapped.

Beneath his hand, the soul was like a bug—insignificant and powerless.

Eryke the Third was a ghoul, a devourer of souls—a predator to all spirits in existence.

How could he possibly lose?

To him, the soul was nothing.

"But what can I even do with it?"

He shook his head, a trace of pity in his expression.

For now, even though he had captured the soul, he had no way to make use of it.

But as he stared at it for a moment, a flicker of inspiration lit up in his mind.

"Hmm... maybe that could work."