My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Grandpa, <<Accelerated Comprehension>>

The sky was clear and cloudless, with golden rays of sunlight gracing the earth.

Two enormous shadows loomed over the thron-covered ground, slowly drifting farther and farther away.

They were dragons, two magnificent beasts soaring through the sky.

The one in the lead was a sky-blue dragon, its majestic wingspan stretching wide, its tails curled elegantly behind it, almost blending into the skies.

It exuded an air of regality and grace.

Following behind was another dragon, larger by at least five meters.

A true colossus of the skies, its scales were a striking blend of crimson and shadowy black.

Lightning shimmered across its body, and its slitted, majestic pupils seemed to hold a divine power.

Its wings, immense and powerful, nearly matched the entire size of the blue dragon ahead.

"Drayken, I didn’t expect you to be so big."

"Haha, it seems my dragon form has evolved after reaching Rank-3 and gaining the new bloodline."

Drayken smirked, his dragon teeth showing.

Of course, the two dragons were Drayken and Synthia, who were flying in the sky.

"Hmph, I am also a Rank-3 Dragon. Why am I smaller? You have at least the height of twenty meters, while I only barely have fifteen meters, even though I have one of the purest bloodlines and also countless resources that aided my growth since I was a child."

"Haha." Drayken’s speed quickened, and he appeared right in front of her, his claws raised to pat her dragon head:

"It’s because I am built differently, my princess."

"Hmph," she grumbled and didn’t speak.

Soon, they reached a metal building right at the heart of this throne-filled hill.

"Stop. State your identity before you can advance further."

A loud sound came from every direction one could possibly imagine. Drayken’s ears twitched; it felt like it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Synthia flew forward, her neck elongated as she looked down at the metal building.

Her sky-blue pupils started to grow gradually as she opened her snout:

"I am Synthia, the princess of the dragon clan."

Her voice shook the surroundings.

There was a silence for a moment before an old voice came:

"What do you want from here, stinking girl?"

"Grandpa, I want to study," she shouted.

"...Are you sure you have come to study, stinking girl?"

"Yes," she replied with a firm nod.

"Then who is behind you?" The old voice’s tone seemed to contain a slight hint of anger.

"Umm, Grandpa," she looked back at Drayken, who was looking at her with his slitted pupils, amusement in his eyes.

"He is my fiancé that Father assigned me."

"That little brat did what?"

A roar resounded. An eyeball popped out from the sky, then looked at the two:

"This kid is your husband, and the little brat decided this on his own?"

The roar was frightening, and Drayken felt a shiver down his spine. He looked at the eyeball and gulped hard. He felt like this power seemed familiar, but he didn’t have any recollection of it, which made him confused.

The pupils moved, looking at Drayken like they were going to swallow him whole.

"Yes," Synthia smirked, looking at Drayken.

"Hahaha, good, good."

The roar turned into laughter—a pure joy of laughter.

"Huh?" Synthia tilted her dragon head, filled with confusion.