My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: End of the Tournament! Schemes of Eleanor!?

That’s right, every match after Ceciline ended with his opponents surrendering one by one, all the way to the final round. Even his last opponent gave up without a fight.

The final challenger even bowed deeply, a hint of fanaticism gleaming in his eyes as he murmured:

"Dragon Saint."

Then he slammed his head onto the ground, over and over, until blood spurted across the floor, staining the stadium.

Drayken felt a strange discomfort stir in his heart. There was nothing pleasant about this.

In fact, he sensed there had been some kind of misunderstanding.

There was no way he could be anything like that. He wasn’t even a native of this world, how could he possibly be some so-called "destined one"?

And the system had told him as much—it wasn’t that he was the one, but that he had simply taken the opportunity.

"Seeing the future?" Drayken quickly shook his head. If they truly had that ability, they wouldn’t have treated him like a prisoner. Not if they’d known he would bear a grudge... and later take the opportunity from their savior.

His thoughts drifted back to the skill he’d used, the one that had made all their expressions change.

"It really is the case."

Drayken felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment well up in his chest.

The classic tale of a lone hero saving an entire race...

It was the kind of story that used to be wildly popular online, back before the gates descended upon Earth.

Now, it was even more popular, but only Awakeners could monopolize it, their lives turned into serialized stories for the world to consume.

No one knew if the awakeners were lying or not, but the government had created an official app just for these stories and banned all others.

But the truth was, he wasn’t their saviour!

"Sigh... Power is everything," Drayken muttered. "Even if they don’t admit it. Ordinary people are all afraid of Awakeners... even the government."

Soon, the match came to an end.

In truth, Ceciline had been the strongest of them all. She was the only Rank-4 Dragon in the entire competition. Once she was defeated, it had basically marked the conclusion of everything.

"That woman I fought, Yukia, was a solid Rank-2 Dragon. Strong. And that guy, Valen... he was even stronger. Probably one of the top Rank-3s."

Drayken muttered inwardly as he walked off the stage, surrounded by the cheers and excitement of the crowd. He was guided away by a familiar face—the maid with a personality disorder: Lilia. As usual, she was blushing... wait, blushing?

He glanced at her reddened ears, feeling a little speechless inside.

’Has she gone back to that shy personality she had when we first met?’

Soon, he was brought to his room and it was easily the most luxurious place he had ever seen. From the carpets to the bed, everything glittered with gold. Not a single corner was spared. It was the embodiment of wealth and indulgence.

Drayken couldn’t help but compare it to the demoness Eleanor’s room. Honestly, it didn’t fall short in the slightest.

"Time really changes everything."

As he stepped into the room, Drayken threw himself onto the bed, rolling across its bouncy surface.

It was the softest, most luxurious material he’d ever felt—like there was no resistance at all. He sank into it, surrounded by peace and comfort, letting his thoughts drift.

Then his ears twitched at the soft click of a door locking.

He raised his head with a puzzled expression. "What?"

Lilia had entered behind him and locked the door.

Now, she was... slowly undressing.

Right in front of him.

"Wait, what are you even doing?" Drayken frowned.

"I am undressing, young master," Lilia replied, her hands reaching behind her to untie the rope that held her dress tight against her body.

"No, don’t undress! Why are you even doing this?" Drayken stood up abruptly, grabbing her hand to stop her. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}