My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: A Promise! Dumbfounding the Supreme Dragon King!?

The old man looked at his granddaughter with a tremble on his left brow.

"How many times have I told you this already?" His face flared with fuming anger.

"Hehe." Synthia stuck out her tongue. "Sorry, sorry, Grandpa. I’ll pay attention this time."

She felt much lighter at heart when she realized Drayken had only been in a trance and wasn’t in any real danger. It was as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her chest.

"You stinky girl..." He shook his head, his face filled with disappointment. "Your talent is among the best, but you’re too lazy to practice. If not for that, you’d be a Rank-4 Dragon by now and leave that competition in the dust, even stronger than the brat from the Frost Clan, Ceciline."

"I just don’t feel like it. Too lazy, hehe," Synthia said with a chuckle.

"Hmph, you need to train harder, girl." The old man flicked her forehead, making her wince in pain.

"Today, you’re not leaving this place until you’ve at least understood ten pages."

"No!" Synthia’s face turned pale. "You can’t do this to me, Grandpa!"

"I can, stinky girl. Look at Drayken and learn from him, got it? He could finish a whole book in a moment. Now he’s fallen into a trance, it’s likely that when he comes out of it, he’ll have fully grasped Intent."

"But Drayken’s a whole different breed of monster. He’s just... different," she whined in complaint.

"Also, when you were young, how long did it take you to finish a single book?"

Synthia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Umm... cough, cough." Her grandfather’s pupils went dazed for a moment.

He still remembered his embarrassing youth—when he thought he was the strongest, the most gifted, and had never even stepped into the royal library. That was, until the day he got his ass handed to him by a genius from the human race.

Though he was rescued that day, the humiliation left a mark. From then on, he learned his lesson and walked a path filled with hardship and struggle.

The old man looked down at his hand. For a moment, it felt like he was seeing an illusion, blood flowing everywhere, and he, standing alone atop the corpses of billions.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, what happened?" Synthia asked, tugging at his sleeve with a frown.

"Nothing," he replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Just reminiscing about my glorious days of hard work, using my blood and sweat to climb the path of the Dragon King since the day I was born."

"I call bullshit," Synthia grumbled, pouting. "There’s no way you were working hard straight out of the womb."

"You can’t deny the truth, stinky girl. Otherwise, how do you think I became the Supreme Dragon King?"

"Hmph."

She turned her gaze to Drayken, worry slowly flickering in her eyes.

’Will he really be alright?’

Even though it was basically confirmed that Drayken was gaining an opportunity, anxiety still lingered in Synthia’s heart.

What if something went wrong? What if there was a hidden danger? Maybe Grandpa understood...?

It wasn’t until the very moment Drayken opened his eyes that her worry finally melted away and tears welled up in her eyes.

Tears of happiness.

She sprinted forward and hugged him tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I thought you wouldn’t be alright..."

"Silly girl, why wouldn’t I be?" Drayken chuckled, patting her head with a gentle smile.