My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Eeny, meeny, miny, moe: who has the most broken talent of them all?

Eryke silently observed the people around him. Despite his injuries, they weren't as severe as they appeared, thanks to his regeneration skill.

He was recovering rapidly.

Yet, confusion flickered in his eyes as he studied them. How could they be so weak?

Even if their awakening talents in the other world were subpar, they should have gained at least some benefits.

They shouldn't be this frail—physically or mentally.

Eryke pondered for a long time, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

He understood the peril of the otherworld, and if these individuals became nearly defenseless against the Unordinary beasts, how would they ever hope to survive in the other world?

Those worlds were truly filled with danger, even the lowest ranking one, not to mention the SSS-Rank difficulty in his own gate.

"It's fine," Eryke remarked, observing the bowed head of the woman before him.

Belle's complexion was pale, yet she remained in a submissive position, as if paralyzed by fear...

"Me?"

A wave of doubt washed over him, followed by a chilling realization.

There had always been reports of Awakeners vanishing in the gates they frequented, even when no new dangers surfaced that would warrant such losses.

'Fight to get loot.' Eryke's expression grew weary for a fleeting moment before he managed to mask it once more.

Since time immemorial, humans had perpetually clashed with one another over resources—an act rooted in folly, yet one that never ceased. And now, the stakes were even higher...

Eryke swiftly turned his attention to the fallen orc, looting its tusk, chainmail armor, sword, and a bit of its blood before calmly making his way from the site.

Only moments had slipped by since Eryke had went away when the others finally caught up to him. Luna called out with a cry:

"Belle!"

She rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Belle's heart swelled with warmth at the sight. Having watched this young woman grow from infancy, she felt that it was natural to sacrifice herself but in this moment, a wave of happiness washed over Belle; her lady had not betrayed or abandoned her.

This was the instinct of every living being—an innate desire to survive. No one truly wishes for death, even if that longing is buried deep within.

"Where did that boy go, milady?" one of the burly men asked, his expression serious.

"Eh, why?" Luna frowned, confused.

"Should we...?" He made a slicing gesture across his neck.

"Can you even take him on?"

"It might not be possible under normal circumstances," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "But I don't believe he emerged from that fight unscathed."

"Idiot," Luna snapped: "Did you not see how he fights?"

"Clones?"

The brawny man replied, "It's not uncommon for Awakeners to possess Clone talents, but typically, they're ranked below B-Rank. From the way he fights, it seems unlikely he's stronger than that; he survived in the otherworld, but his strength doesn't match."

"What if he awakened like us?" Luna pressed.

The brawny man's eyes widened in realization, and he lowered his head:

"I am sorry, milady."

"What did you do wrong?" Luna asked coldly, focusing on healing Belle's wound with all her strength. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}