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

"Of course, it would work," Drayken said, sighing inwardly.

This once untouchable and powerful woman, someone he had once believed to be far beyond his reach, now felt like a child compared to him.

He was smarter, stronger, and simply superior.

In status or strength, she could no longer compare.

He used to find her charm rooted in her strength, but now that he had become strong himself, that feeling had faded. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he shook his head urgently.

'What am I thinking? Drayken, you have a wife at home.'

His heart steadied, firm and unshakable. How could he even entertain thoughts of another when he had Synthia?

"Alright. I'll trust you," Eleanor finally spoke.

"Oh, you trust me now?" Drayken said, as if he'd just heard the sun was rising from the west.

"..." Eleanor didn't respond. She simply followed his lead without a word.

Behind them, the Telekinetic Grandmaster was gaining ground, the distance between them rapidly closing.

Meanwhile, Drayken was muttering something under his breath as they moved through the air.

"What are you mumbling about?" Eleanor asked.

"I'm communicating," Drayken replied.

"Communicating? How?"

"Ever heard of Spirits? The Spirit Realm?"

"You have a spirit?" Eleanor asked, her voice laced with surprise.

"No," Drayken said, still muttering, "but one of my… companions does. And one of her spirits lets me communicate this way."

Eleanor's eyes narrowed. "Are you saying there's a trap, one strong enough to hurt a Telekinetic Grandmaster?"

"Yeah," Drayken shrugged. "How else do you think I'd kill him?"

"I think you have it wrong or you truly underestimate a Telekinetic Grandmaster," Eleanor said again, her voice sharp with doubt.

"No, I've got it exactly right," Drayken replied firmly. "Trust me."

Eleanor didn't answer, but her silence and the way she continued to follow his lead through the sky was proof enough of her agreement.

With every passing breath, the Telekinetic Grandmaster drew closer, his intent to kill practically radiating from him.

If eyes could kill, then the old man's bloodshot gaze would have shredded Drayken like the cheese you'd grate for breakfast, thin, merciless.

Time slipped by in the blink of an eye.

An hour had passed, and the Grandmaster was very close behind them already.

"Haha… brat, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you…"

The Telekinetic Grandmaster muttered over and over, his deep voice dripping with madness.

It was as if he had already lost his mind.

His immense telekinetic pressure bore down on Eleanor, slowing her flight with each passing moment.

But despite his crazed appearance, the old man's mind wasn't clouded.

In truth, his mind had complete clarity.

This display of madness was a calculated act, a tactic to make his enemy lower their guard.

He had seen enough of Drayken's terrifying power and unpredictable tricks to know better than to be careless.

One thing, however, was clear to him now:

Today, either the little monster would die by his hand or he would die trying.

He could already envision it, the downfall of the entire human race.

If this little monster was allowed to grow any further, it could truly spell their end. That possibility alone was enough to seal the Grandmaster's resolve.

"How long do we have to wait?" Eleanor finally asked, her voice filled with impatience.

The moment she spoke, a wide grin spread across Drayken's face.

"It's done. Swoop down to the ground," he said, pointing downward and Eleanor obeyed.

"Hmph."

The Telekinetic Grandmaster didn't hesitate. Even if there were traps, so what? With absolute strength, he could crush anything beneath him. Why should he care?

But as he descended, a chill crept up his spine. Cold sweat broke across his forehead.

Still, he pressed on.

To him, none of it mattered, as long as he killed Drayken.

Finally, after some time, the Telekinetic Grandmaster touched down.

Before him stood the entrance to a cave and right outside it were two figures.

One was a hulking man with long crimson hair.

The other, a woman with golden hair and piercing crimson pupils.

They stood there without a shred of fear, gazing at him calmly, as if they had been waiting for his arrival.

The old man didn't speak.

Instead, the ground began to tremble violently as he unleashed his Telekinetic power, directing it toward Drayken with the intent to crush him completely.

"Now," Eleanor said, raising a single finger toward him.

Mana surged like a storm.

"Ice Magic: Ice Age!"

In an instant, the world turned white.

A freezing hue engulfed the land, blanketing everything in snow and frost.

Nothing could be seen—only endless white.

The world itself seemed frozen in time.

The man, standing before them, however, remained completely untouched.

The icy mist and snow couldn't even settle on his body, they slid off the surface of an invisible force.

"When one reaches the pinnacle of Telekinetic power," the old man spoke, his voice calm and resolute, "they can compress it to form a Telekinetic Barrier, invulnerable to all attacks. So no matter what tricks you've prepared… None of them can hurt me."

His gaze never wavered, his bloodshot eyes locked onto Drayken.

A crushing pressure fell upon Drayken like a collapsing mountain.

His body trembled. Blood began to seep from his nose and mouth. He felt as if his lungs were being squeezed shut.

But even through the pain, Drayken stared back at the Grandmaster, with mocking eyes, a grin tugging at his lips.

"Die."

The old man gave no chance. Drayken's body was about to literally burst from the overwhelming pressure.

Just then, a purple light shone from behind the cave.

"Eh?"

A wave of dread surged through the old man. His instincts screamed in terror as he caught sight of the light, "This… this… how could the Naga—" he stammered, trying to flee with all his might.

But it was too late.

He had focused too much on Drayken.

The purple lightning struck.

His body froze mid-motion, locked in time itself.

Then, with a cold thud, he collapsed to the ground.

Motionless.

Just like that, a Telekinetic Grandmaster was dead.

No resistance. No miracle. No escape.

Drayken coughed up a mouthful of blood, barely standing, supported by Eleanor.

From the shadows of the cave, the Naga Princess slithered forth, her face pale and breath unsteady.