My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: An Anomaly!

The more they wait here, the more the monster will come out of the gates, and the more chance of them breaking the encirclement of the hunters there and harming innocent citizens.

But these people were still here, arguing like little rats on who gets more benefits.

"How much time would it take?"

Eryke asked, taking a deep breath to calm his surging thoughts.

"It would usually take about an hour or so, but these gates seemed to be a little more rewarding, so there is a chance that they will still need to wait for a while to make a proper decision."

"How much time? Tell me."

"Umm, I don’t know," Rold said with a helpless sigh.

As the two were talking, the man wearing the wolf mask stood up from his seat. He walked toward them in large strides, quietly but purposefully, until he arrived right in front of them.

His eyes locked intently onto Eryke.

Eryke turned toward the man and tilted his head: "Do I know you?"

"Keke," the wolf-masked Awakener snickered disdainfully. He pointed at Eryke. "You’re nothing but a weakling. How dare you boss others around?"

"...How do you know?"

"I am the vice-captain of the White Wolf Guild, Randolph," Randolph said, pointing to himself and closing his eyes, as if expecting a reaction.

But to Eryke, watching this scene felt like witnessing a furry guy with a strange fetish going insane in front of him.

He glanced at Rolf for an explanation. Rolf looked confused for a moment, then leaned in and whispered to Eryke:

"He can smell the levels of Awakeners. You haven’t been to any dungeons yet, so your level is probably low... sorry."

At the end, Rolf’s expression was filled with deep apology and sadness.

"Would you like to back out? I can still offer you compensation if you want."

Eryke turned to Rolf with a chuckle.

"No."

Then he shifted his gaze back to Randolph, silently staring at him.

’Something feels off about this guy. Even though he’s angry at me, there’s no bubble from him... it’s as if—’

"Shut up, Randolph."

Another man stood up. He was a little lean, wearing a pair of sunglasses, a high-collared black jacket, matching black pants, and dark boots.

Just by looking at him, Eryke felt a sense of familiarity, though he couldn’t quite place it.

"Randolph, it doesn’t matter whether he’s weak or not. Our White Tiger Sect will be taking 20% of the loot this time," the man said coolly. "Since we have the most C-Ranked Awakeners on the team."

Randolph turned away from Eryke, his eyes bloodshot as he roared,

"Those little twerps are nothing more than decoration! I could kill all of them in minutes!"

"...And could you clear the dungeon in minutes too?" the man in sunglasses asked casually.

"This—!?"

"The gate is likely a high-ranking one. It would take several high-ranking Awakeners just to have a chance of surviving. If you want, we can let you go alone. If you manage to clear it by yourself, all the loot will be yours. What do you think?"

"This..." Randolph clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "No," he muttered, his mind inevitably overtaking his madness.

"Haha! Then shut up," the man said, laughing. He turned to the others. "Anyone else want to go alone? If you do, all the rewards will be yours."