My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! Chapter 43 43: A Promise! Dumbfounding the Supreme Dragon Ki

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

"How many tis 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 ti."

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 disappointnt. "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 , Grandpa!"

"I can, stinky girl. Look at Drayken and learn from him, got it? He could finish a whole book in a mont. Now he's fallen into a trance, it's likely that when he cos 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 mont.

He still rembered 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 mont, 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 beca the Supre 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 confird that Drayken was gaining an opportunity, anxiety still lingered in Synthia's heart.

What if sothing went wrong? What if there was a hidden danger? Maybe Grandpa understood…?

It wasn't until the very mont Drayken opened his eyes that her worry finally lted 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.

"Were you worried about ?"

"I was worried that my sworn vengeance wouldn't be fulfilled if you died," she sniffled.

"Haha, sure, sure." Drayken stood up, and Synthia reluctantly let go of him.

"Can you promise sothing, Drayken?"

"Sure," Drayken chuckled. "As long as it's sothing I can actually do, I'll give it my all."

"Promise … that you'll never die before I get my vengeance on you!"

"You might never accomplish that, though…" Drayken paused, then looked into Synthia's determined eyes and slowly closed his own. "Alright, I promise. I won't die before you've had your chance."

At that mont, nothing seed to change. But this single promise might one day alter the course of fate itself.

Perhaps destiny had already begun to shift, quietly, subtly: rewinding, reweaving. But who could truly know what the future held?

"You two lovebirds gonna be alright over there?"

"Umm, Grandpa," she separated from Drayken with a blush, as if she had done sothing wrong. "This is not what it looks like…"

"Silly girl, we are going to be married." Drayken patted her head and bowed his head.

"I greet the Supre Dragon King."

A little cringe in his heart, but he was, after all, a man of respect, so Drayken should respect him.

"You were listening, right?" the old man laughed off. "Raise your head and look at ."

Drayken looked at him with a firm gaze.

"Good, good. How much have you accomplished?"

When Drayken heard this, he closed his eyes and, for a mont, just stood there in silence. Then he opened his eyes and slowly muttered:

"Everything."

"Hmm?" Raising an eyebrow in a quiver of disbelief, doubt, confusion, joy, envy, and everything possible, the old man felt a whirlpool of emotion surging in his mind.

"Show ." He spoke with his parched lips.

"Okay." Drayken nodded and got a pen and a paper from thin air in his palm from the old man,

The mont his hand lifted, mana surged, swirling around him before gathering at the tip of the pen:

"No matter what one does, as long as you have the intent behind it, with the mana as the fuel…"

Before he could even finish, the old man fell to the ground on his knees as if he was seeing a miracle and this was true. He truly felt like he was seeing a miracle:

A true miracle in the making!

"…then you are able to make the spell."

Drayken jotted down a simple black dot on the paper with a calmness.

But this simple black dot contained a hidden aning behind it.

It might look simple at first, but there was a complex mana structure hidden in this seemingly simple thing!

The old man rubbed his eyes:

"Is this really one of the Aura Spells, Aura Projection?"

"That's correct." Drayken simply nodded his head.