My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Eryke the First gains a New Name!

She laughed out loud.

"Milady, are you really willing to incorporate Eryke into our Dragon Family and use him as a breeding tool?"

"What do you think?" Eleanor looked at the white-haired old man.

"This... wouldn't it cause chaos?" _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

She shook her head with pity.

"Do you know why we have not crushed every single head of those humans until now, even though we should be stronger than them?"

"Population." The old man bowed, then his eyes immediately widened.

"Milady, are you truly going to do that?"

"Haha, that's right. A human body but the complete bloodline of our Dragons—not to mention, he also has excellent talent and is not a native of this world."

"Will he agree?"

"Can he disagree?" She sneered with disdain.

The old man still wanted to say something, but Eleanor frowned in displeasure, causing him to shut up almost immediately.

The painful scream finally stopped, and Eleanor entered the room again.

She looked at Eryke as he remained seated in the chair, his hair disheveled and his body weak.

But at the same time, his vertical pupils had completely turned crimson red.

His hand had transformed into a claw, and his mouth had elongated into a snout... a dragon's snout.

From now on, Eryke the First no longer exists. Instead, he was Dragon Eryke the First!

"What was your name previously?"

Eryke the First looked at her with drooping eyes.

"Eryke."

"You will be called Drayken from now on."

Drayken only heard this soft whisper through the blur of voices before his world turned completely blank.

The next moment, he woke up, groggily opening his eyes, still feeling tired.

Then, he sighed before sitting cross-legged and began exploring the molecules inside his core.

"This is supposed to be mana, right? Something I can control freely."

Rubbing his chin, he extended his hand. Some of the molecules gradually gathered from his core, accumulating in his palm.

Then, Drayken began to imagine.

It couldn't be something as simple as fire—it needed to have a feel to it, like a... fireplace. The warm heat from it would chase away all the cold.

Gradually, a small globe of fire appeared, hovering in his hand.

Then, he threw it at the concrete wall.

Bang!

A trail of scorching smoke lingered in the air, and the wall was slightly burned.

Drayken was dumbfounded as he carefully examined the damage.

"This small fire... shouldn't have caused such damage."

He was confused.

Magic could be described in three simple steps: first, the accumulation of molecules; second, imagining and forming a mental image with a distinct feel; and finally, execution.

This knowledge came from the main body. However, such a small fire shouldn't have been able to damage this wall, which was likely reinforced.

Even with his current strength, it was hard to even dent it.