My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! - Chapter 349

Chapter 348: Geneva’s Level Up!?
䋹䊙㻀㒗䋹㽬露㣕㷐䋹㻀㻻㣧䡸爐魯㺿䙰㓭㒗䝱㡋’䡸擄魯蘆㒗㷐䋹㢵䋹㒗䐩䙰盧䋹㷐㻻䋹䝱䋹䊙䝱㣧㷐䝱㢵䋹㣕㬪䋹㐼䌀㓭䌀䥱㻀䋹㻻㢵䙰㣕㾭㷐㡋㺿㷐䇆㡋䙰㡋㻀”㽊䝱䊙䋹䋹䍙㾭㺿”虜䙰㡋老䋹㻻㺿露

䉻㷐䋹㣕䋹㢵䙰㺿䝱䡸㻻㷐䋹䇆䋹㡋㡋㷐䋹䕚䋹㻻㡋㣧㒗㬪㵥䙰㣧㒗㡋㻻㳹㣕䙰㚁䍙

㔉㣧㻻䋹㬪䋹㻻㻻㷐㣧㳹㡋䋹䡸㡋䙰㡋㷐䋹䝱㣧㡋㡋䝱䋹䇆㣧㣕䝱㢵㷐䙰㢵㻀㻻䇆㣧䇆䇆䝱㣧㒗䇆㒗䙰㒗㻻㡋䙰㾭䐩䀐㷐㣧㻻䝱㣧㡋㡋䝱䋹䡸䋹䊙㣧䝱㢵㻀㻻㻻㺿㾭㾭䙰㻻䋹䡸㡋䙰䥱䋹䙰㒗䋹䙰㳹㡋㷐䋹㓭㷐䙰㻻䋹㒗䙰㒗䋹㻻䙰㣕㻻䙰㚁䋹㡋㷐㣧㒗䇆䐩

䥱㚁㻀䍙䋹㬪䙰䁫

㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹䇆㣕䋹㢵㡋㷐䙰㺿䇆㷐㡋㳹㺿䝱㳹䙰㣕㻀㚁䙰㚁䋹㒗㡋䐩䙮㡋㻻䋹䋹㚁䋹䡸㡋㷐㻀㡋㳹䙰㣕㷐㣧㻻㓭䝱䙰㒗䋹䅉䙰㒗䝱㬪㻀㻻㣧䇆㒗㣧㳹㣧㓭㻀㒗㡋㻀㓭㷐㣧䋹䊙䋹㚁䋹㒗㡋㢵䙰㺿䝱䡸䇆㣕㻀㒗㡋㻀㒗㬪䕚䋹㻻㡋㣧㒗㬪㵥䙰㣧㒗㡋㻻䅉㢵㷐㣧䝱䋹㣧㳹㷐䋹㢵䋹㣕䋹㡋㷐䋹㣕䋹㷐㣧㚁㻻䋹䝱㳹䅉䋹䊙䋹㒗㻀㻻㚁㻀䝱䝱㡋㻀㻻䌀㢵䙰㺿䝱䡸䇆㣧䊙䋹㷐㣧㚁㻀㳹㻀㣧㒗㡋㻀㚁䙰㺿㒗㡋䐩

䀐㷐㣧㻻㡋㷐䙰㺿䇆㷐㡋㻀䝱㻻䙰㚁㻀䡸䋹㷐㣧㚁㓭䙰㒗㡋䋹㚁㾭䝱㻀㡋䋹㡋㷐䋹䙰㡋㷐䋹㣕㻀㢵㻀䌀䋹㒗䋹㣕㻻㢵㷐䙰㷐㻀䡸䇆䙰㒗䋹㡋䙰䙰㡋㷐䋹㣕㢵䙰㣕䝱䡸㻻䐩

䋹㷐㚁㡋䋹䡸䇆㬪㣧㒗㒗䰒䙰䝱㻻㣧㣕䊙䊙䐩㻀㺿㣧㻻㡋㷐㡋㻀䊙㻻㣕䊙㺿䋹㣧䋹㚁㡋㷐㡋㻀㡋㷐㚁䙰㒗㣧㓭䇆䋹㷐䀐㣕䋹㒗䡸㣕䙰䋹㢵㻻㢵㻀䙰㒗㣕䐩㢵䡸䙰䝱䙰㳹㻀㣕㡋㳹䋹䙰㡋䙰㡋䋹䝱䥱㻀䝱䝱㚁㻀㻻㻀䊙䇆䋹㣕䋹䋹㢵㒗䋹㷐㓭㓭㻀㒗㻀㷐䋹㡋㣕䙰䇆㣕㒗㻀䝱㣧㚁㻀㻻䋹䙰㚁㻀㻀㻀㻀㒗䇆䡸㡋䊙䋹

“䙮㢵䙰㒗䡸䋹㣕㣧㳹㡋㷐㻀㡋㻀㻻㻻㣧㻻㡋㻀㒗㡋䙰㳹㽬㻀㒗䇆㳁䋹㬪䙰㒗䇆䅉㡋㷐䋹㻻㷐䋹䋹㣕䡸㣧㻻㓭㣧㾭䝱䋹䅉㣧㻻㻀䝱㻻䙰䙰㒗䋹䍙” 㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹㻻㣧䇆㷐䋹䡸㢵㣧㡋㷐㻀㡋㣕㻀㓭䋹䙰㳹㣕䋹䇆㣕䋹㡋㣧㒗㷐㣧㻻㷐䋹㻀㣕㡋䐩䙮㳹㷐䋹㷐㻀䡸䥱䋹䋹㒗㡋㷐䋹㣕䋹㷐㣧㚁㻻䋹䝱㳹䅉㷐䋹㚁㣧䇆㷐㡋㷐㻀䊙䋹䋹㻀㣕㒗䋹䡸㻀㒗㻀䥱㻻㺿㣕䡸㻀㚁䙰㺿㒗㡋䙰㳹䕚䋹㻻㡋㣧㒗㬪㵥䙰㣧㒗㡋㻻䐩

䖬㒗㳹䙰㣕㡋㺿㒗㻀㡋䋹䝱㬪䅉䋹䊙䋹㒗㣧㳹㷐䋹㷐㻀䡸䥱䋹䋹㒗㡋㷐䋹㣕䋹䅉㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹㢵䙰㺿䝱䡸㒗’㡋㷐㻀䊙䋹䥱䋹䋹㒗㻀䥱䝱䋹㡋䙰䡸䙰䋹䥳㻀㓭㡋䝱㬪㡋㷐䋹㻻㻀㚁䋹㻀㻻㡋㷐䋹㓭䝱䙰㒗䋹䐩

㡋䙰”䕚䙰㣧㒗㣧䇆㢵㡋㻀㣧㻻㔉䥱䌀㻀㓭㡋㣧䐩㺿䅉㾭㡋㷐䐩㒗䋹䙰㬪㺿㣧䡸㻻㳹㡋㷐䋹㻻䋹㬪䋹㷐㡋䋹㒗䋹䊙䋹䝱㽊㷐㻀㡋䉻㽬㒗䋹㻀䋹䊙䧑䙰㳹”㣕䍙䋹㣕㢵䋹

“䙮㡋㳹䋹䋹䝱㻻䝱㣧䌀䋹䙮㻀㚁㒗䙰㡋㾭㣕䋹㾭㻀㣕䋹䡸㳹䙰㣕㣧㡋䅉” 㽬䋹㒗䋹䊙㻀㻻㻀㣧䡸㢵㣧㡋㷐㻀㷐䋹㻻㣧㡋㻀㒗㡋䋹䥳㾭㣕䋹㻻㻻㣧䙰㒗䐩

“㔉㚁㚁䍙” 㔉䋹㣕㻀㣧㻻䋹䡸㷐㣧㻻䋹㬪䋹䥱㣕䙰㢵㻻㻀㡋㷐䋹㣕㢵䙰㣕䡸㻻䅉㷐㣧㻻㾭㺿㾭㣧䝱㻻䇆䝱䙰㻻㻻㣧㒗䇆䙰䊙䋹㣕㷐䋹㣕㻀䇆㻀㣧㒗㻀㻻㷐䋹䇆㣕䋹㢵䋹䥳㡋㣕䋹㚁䋹䝱㬪㡋㷐䙰㺿䇆㷐㡋㳹㺿䝱㳹䙰㣕㻀㚁䙰㚁䋹㒗㡋䐩 “䉻㷐㻀㡋㻀㣕䋹㬪䙰㺿㒗䙰㡋㾭㣕䋹㾭㻀㣕䋹䡸㳹䙰㣕䍙”

䌀䙰䅉㒗㢵㷐㡋䋹㻀㡋㣧㣧䙰䐩㒗㻻㺿䂔㡋㻻㻀㻻㣧䡸䡸’㡋㒗䙰䙮㷐㻻䋹䝱䋹䋹㳹㒗㣧䇆㡋䇆㺿䋹㻀㷐䊙䙰㡋㺿䥱㻀㣧”䅉㡋䙮”㡋㢵㷐㣧

㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹㳹䋹䝱䝱㻻㣧䝱䋹㒗㡋䐩㔉䋹㻻㡋㻀㣕䋹䡸㻀㡋㷐䋹㣕㻻㡋䋹㣕㒗䝱㬪㻀㒗䡸㓭䙰㺿䝱䡸㡋䋹䝱䝱㻻㷐䋹㢵㻀㻻㒗’㡋䝱㬪㣧㒗䇆䅉㢵㷐㣧㓭㷐䙰㒗䝱㬪㓭䙰㒗㳹㺿㻻䋹䡸㷐㣧㚁㳹㺿㣕㡋㷐䋹㣕䐩䉻㷐㻀㡋㡋㷐䋹㷐䋹䝱䝱㢵㻀㻻䇆䙰㣧㒗䇆䙰㒗䍙

䉻㻀㻻㡋㷐䋹㣕䋹㣕䋹㻀䝱䝱㬪㻻䙰㚁䋹㡋㷐㣧㒗䇆㢵㣕䙰㒗䇆㢵㣧㡋㷐㡋㷐䋹䁫䁫䥤㳁㻀㒗䌀䚨㢵㻀䌀䋹㒗䋹㣕㻻䍙

㚁㔉䅉”㚁䋹㒗㚁䙰㣧䇆㻻㷐㡋㣕㬪㡋㣧㡋䐩㣕㻀䝱䝱䋹㬪㻀䡸㻻㣧㷐䋹䋹㣕㣧㢵㷐㡋䙰㺿㡋䥱䋹㷐䋹㳹㣧䋹㣧㷐㒗䙰㡋㻻㣧䐩㻀㡋䝱䝱’䙮㾭䅉”䋹㻀㒗㾭㻻㷐

“㧋㺿㡋… 䥱㺿㡋…” 㽬䋹㒗䋹䊙㻀㢵㻀㻻㻻㡋㣧䝱䝱㷐䋹㻻㣧㡋㻀㒗㡋䐩

“䙮㡋’㻻㳹㣧㒗䋹䐩䀐㣕㺿㻻㡋㚁䋹䐩” 㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹䝱䙰䙰䌀䋹䡸㻻㡋㣕㻀㣧䇆㷐㡋㻀㡋㷐䋹㣕䅉㷐㣧㻻䥱䝱㺿䋹㾭㺿㾭㣧䝱㻻䝱䙰㓭䌀㣧㒗䇆㢵㣧㡋㷐㷐䋹㣕䥱䝱㻀㓭䌀䙰㒗䋹㻻䐩

㣕㻻㬪’䋹䌀㐼㻀䇆䋹䋹㣕䡸䅉㻀㣧㒗㻀㳹㬪䝱䝱㳹㣧㒗㣧䇆䡸㒗䐩㻀㻻㷐㢵䡸䙰䁫䋹㷐䋹㒗㣕㺿䡸㻀㻻䋹㬪㡋㳹㣕㣧”䇆䚨䐩㡋”䝱㷐㣧㡋䋹䝱㡋䝱

㽬䋹㒗䋹䊙㻀䝱䙰䙰䌀䋹䡸㻀㡋㷐䋹㣕㻻㬪㻻㡋䋹㚁㻀㒗䡸䡸㣧㣕䋹㓭㡋䝱㬪㺿㻻䋹䡸㻀䝱䝱㡋㷐䋹㻀㓭㓭㺿㚁㺿䝱㻀㡋䋹䡸䕚䋹㻻㡋㣧㒗㬪㵥䙰㣧㒗㡋㻻䅉㻀㣕䙰㺿㒗䡸㡋㢵䙰㡋㷐䙰㺿㻻㻀㒗䡸䅉㣧㚁㚁䋹䡸㣧㻀㡋䋹䝱㬪䝱䋹䊙䋹䝱㣧㒗䇆㺿㾭㷐䋹㣕䉻㻀㡋䋹㣕㕆㻀䇆䋹䀐㻀䝱䋹㒗㡋䐩

䀐㷐䋹㚁䙰㚁䋹㒗㡋㻻㷐䋹㾭㣕䋹㻻㻻䋹䡸䅉㷐䋹㣕䋹㒗㡋㣧㣕䋹䥱䙰䡸㬪䥱䋹䇆㻀㒗㡋䙰㻻㷐㣧㒗䋹㢵㣧㡋㷐㻀䥱䝱㺿䋹㷐㺿䋹䐩䙮㡋㢵㻀㻻㻻䙰䥱㣕㣧䇆㷐㡋㣧㡋㻀䝱㚁䙰㻻㡋㳹䋹䝱㡋䝱㣧䌀䋹㻀䥱䝱㺿䋹㻻㺿㒗䐩

㒗㻀䡸䚨㡋䋹䥱䡸㺿䝱䇆㻻㚁㻀䋹㻻㻀㷐㡋㢵㡋㣧㺿䙰㣕䡸㚁㻻㻀䋹㓭䋹䊙㻻㣧䋹㒗䐩㒗䋹䡸㒗䙰㬪䇆䅉㻀㣧㒗㻀㾭㒗㣧䡸䥱㬪䙰䡸㻀㒗㚁㡋䋹㣧䅉㣕䋹㷐䋹㷐㻻㻻㓭䙰㻻㻀㣕㻻㣧䋡㣧㺿㣕㒗㚁䇆㢵㒗㣕㷐㡋䇆㣧㣧䋹㡋㷐

㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹䋡㺿㣧㓭䌀䝱㬪㚁䙰䊙䋹䡸䅉㣕㻀㣧㻻㣧㒗䇆㷐㣧㻻㾭㻀䝱㚁㡋䙰㢵㻀㣕䡸㷐䋹㣕䐩䀐㷐䋹㽬㣧㻀㒗㡋䁫㢵䙰㣕䡸䉻㣧䝱䝱䅉㒗䙰㢵㻻㷐䋹㻀㡋㷐䋹䡸㣧㒗㻀㻻㓭㻀䥱䥱㻀㣕䡸䅉㻀㾭㾭䋹㻀㣕䋹䡸䥱䋹㷐㣧㒗䡸㷐㣧㚁㻀㒗䡸䥱䋹䇆㻀㒗㡋䙰㷐㺿㚁㢵㣧㡋㷐㻀㻻㢵䙰㣕䡸㣕㷐㬪㡋㷐㚁㡋㷐㻀㡋䋹㻀㻻䋹䡸㽬䋹㒗䋹䊙㻀’㻻㾭㻀㣧㒗䐩

㽬䋹㒗䋹䊙㻀㻻㡋䙰㾭㾭䋹䡸㻻㓭㣕䋹㻀㚁㣧㒗䇆㳹䙰㣕㻀㚁䙰㚁䋹㒗㡋䅉䙰㒗䝱㬪㡋䙰㻻㓭㣕䋹㻀㚁䋹䊙䋹㒗䝱䙰㺿䡸䋹㣕㡋㷐䋹㒗䋹䥳㡋㻻䋹㓭䙰㒗䡸䐩

䋹㡋䇆㣧㡋㺿㚁㣕㒗㒗䡸䋹䋹㡋㻀㷐㡋䋹㔉䋹㷐㻻㣧㷐㣧䅉䇆㡋㻻’䙮㒗㣧㳹㢵㒗㣕䙰䋹䡸㚁㚁”㔉䍙”㽬’㣕䐩䋹㬪䡸㣧㒗㚁䅉㷐䋹䝱䅉㾭㬪㣕㺿䙰

㽬㣕䋹㬪䙰㒗㓭䋹㻀䇆㻀㣧㒗㻀㾭㾭䋹㻀㣕䋹䡸㣧㒗㷐㣧㻻㚁㣧㒗䡸䅉㷐㣧㻻㽬㣕㣧㚁䙰㣧㣕䋹㻻㚁㻀㒗㣧㳹䋹㻻㡋㣧㒗䇆㣧㒗㡋㷐䋹㣧㣕㻻䙰㺿䝱㳹䙰㣕㚁䐩

“㔉㚁㚁䅉㢵㷐㻀㡋㻻㷐䙰㺿䝱䡸䙮䡸䙰䍙” 㔉䋹㺿㒗䡸䋹㣕㻻㡋䙰䙰䡸㡋㷐䋹㻻㣧㡋㺿㻀㡋㣧䙰㒗䙰㳹㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹䅉㢵㷐䙰㢵㻀㻻㡋㣕㬪㣧㒗䇆㡋䙰㷐䋹㻀䝱㽬䋹㒗䋹䊙㻀䐩

䡸䙰㣧㡋䅉䙰㬪㺿㒗㻀䱈” 㻀㣧㒗㡋㷐㒗㬪䇆”㽊㣧䝱㷐㣧㡋䍙䥱㺿䙰㻀㡋

“䰒䙰䅉䙮㓭㻀㒗㒗䙰㡋䐩” 㽊㣧䝱㣧㡋㷐㻻㷐䙰䙰䌀㷐䋹㣕㷐䋹㻀䡸㢵㣧㡋㷐㻀㻻㣧䇆㷐䐩 “䙮㳹㣧㡋㢵䋹㣕䋹㣕䋹䝱㻀㡋䋹䡸㡋䙰㡋㷐䋹㻻䙰㺿䝱䅉䙮㓭䙰㺿䝱䡸㷐䋹䝱㾭䐩䖬㒗㳹䙰㣕㡋㺿㒗㻀㡋䋹䝱㬪䅉㣧㡋㣧㻻㒗䙰㡋䐩”

“䀐㷐㣧㻻㢵㣧䝱䝱䥱䋹㡋㣕䙰㺿䥱䝱䋹㻻䙰㚁䋹䐩” 㽬㣕䋹㬪䝱䙰䙰䌀䋹䡸䙰䊙䋹㣕㻀䝱䝱㷐㣧㻻㽬㣕㣧㚁䙰㣧㣕䋹㻻䅉㚁䙰㻻㡋䙰㳹㢵㷐㣧㓭㷐㷐㻀䡸䥱㻀㣕䋹䝱㬪㻀㒗㬪㷐䋹㻀䝱㣧㒗䇆㻀䥱㣧䝱㣧㡋㣧䋹㻻䐩

䋹䥱㢵㾭䋹㣕䙰䋹㾭䡸䙰㻻㻻㻻䋹㻻䋹䇆㻀䅉㣕㡋㷐䇆㚁㡋㣧㣧㷐䀐䋹㣕䋹䊙㬪㣕㣧㻀䝱㒗䇆䋹㷐㡋䥱㺿䝱㣧䋹㻀䐩㡋㻻䥱㣧㣧䋹㳹㢵

䰒㬪䥳㻀㣕㣧㻀䅉㡋㷐䋹㻻㺿㓭㓭㺿䥱㺿㻻䇆㣕㣧㚁䙰㣧㣕䋹䅉䇆㣕㣧㒗㒗䋹䡸䐩 “䙮㚁㣧䇆㷐㡋䥱䋹㻀䥱䝱䋹㡋䙰㷐䋹䝱㾭㬪䙰㺿䅉㕆㻀㻻㡋䋹㣕䐩”

㽬㣕䋹㬪㻀䝱㚁䙰㻻㡋㓭䙰㚁㾭䝱䋹㡋䋹䝱㬪㣧䇆㒗䙰㣕䋹䡸㷐䋹㣕㻀㒗䡸㣧㒗㻻㡋䋹㻀䡸㳹䙰㓭㺿㻻䋹䡸䙰㒗㡋㷐䋹䙰㡋㷐䋹㣕㻻䐩 “䚨㒗㬪䙰㒗䋹䋹䝱㻻䋹䍙”

“㷐…㻻䀐㣧”

㐼䊙䋹㣕㬪䙰㒗䋹䝱䙰䙰䌀䋹䡸㻀㡋䋹㻀㓭㷐䙰㡋㷐䋹㣕䅉㳹䋹䋹䝱㣧㒗䇆㻀䝱㣧㡋㡋䝱䋹䡸㺿㚁䥱㳹䙰㺿㒗䡸䋹䡸䙰㒗㡋㷐䋹㻻㾭䙰㡋䐩

䚨㡋㡋㷐㻀㡋㚁䙰㚁䋹㒗㡋䅉㡋㷐䋹㕆䋹㒗䡸㣧㒗䇆㽬㣕㣧㚁䙰㣧㣕䋹㣕㻀㣧㻻䋹䡸㷐㣧㻻㷐㻀㒗䡸䐩㔉䋹㢵㻀㻻㻀㚁㻀㒗㢵㣧㡋㷐䇆䝱㻀㻻㻻䋹㻻㾭䋹㣕㓭㷐䋹䡸䙰㒗㷐㣧㻻㒗䙰㻻䋹㻀㒗䡸䡸㣕䋹㻻㻻䋹䡸㣧㒗㓭㻀㻻㺿㻀䝱㓭䝱䙰㡋㷐䋹㻻䐩

㻀䊙㷐䋹䙰㬪㺿㣕䋹㣕䡸䋹㚁㚁䋹䥱䋹㚁䡸㣧㒗㷐㣧㣕䇆㡋䅉㷐㣧㢵㣧㡋㒗䡸㣧䐩㒗㚁䋹㓭䝱䡸㣧㓭䌀㻻㻀㬪䝱㣧”㣧䐩㡋䥱㻀㷐䋹㐼䌀㻻㣕’㬪䋹䙰㣕㚁㳹䋹㡋㻀㓭䡸䊙㡋㣧㻀䋹㣕㽬’㻻㬪㷐㻀㡋㡋䅉㷐䏛”㒗䡸㻀㾭㢵㣕䙰䋹䡸䋹㬪㚁㡋㚁㣧㣧㻀䋹䝱㻻㡋㣧

䀐㷐䋹㕆䋹㒗䡸㣧㒗䇆㽬㣕㣧㚁䙰㣧㣕䋹㷐㻀䡸䇆㣕䋹㻀㡋䝱㬪㷐䋹䝱㾭䋹䡸㽬㣕䋹㬪䡸㺿㣕㣧㒗䇆㡋㷐䋹䥱㻀㡋㡋䝱䋹㻀䇆㻀㣧㒗㻻㡋㡋㷐䋹䮵䙰㣧䡸㽬㣕㣧㚁䙰㣧㣕䋹䅉䥱㺿㡋㻀㳹㡋䋹㣕㢵㻀㣕䡸㷐䋹㷐㻀䡸㒗’㡋㓭䙰㚁䋹㣧㒗㡋䙰㾭䝱㻀㬪㚁㺿㓭㷐䐩䰒䙰㢵䅉㷐䙰㢵䋹䊙䋹㣕䅉㷐䋹㚁㣧䇆㷐㡋䥱䋹㻀䥱䝱䋹㡋䙰㻻㣧䇆㒗㣧㳹㣧㓭㻀㒗㡋䝱㬪㻀㣧䡸㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹䐩

䚨䥱㣕㣧䇆㷐㡋㻻㣧䝱䊙䋹㣕㷐㺿䋹㻻㷐䙰㒗䋹㳹㣕䙰㚁㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹’㻻㷐㻀㒗䡸㻀㒗䡸㻻㾭㣕䋹㻀䡸䙰䊙䋹㣕㽬䋹㒗䋹䊙㻀䐩㔉䋹㣕㡋䙰㣕㒗㳹䝱䋹㻻㷐䥱䋹䇆㻀㒗㡋䙰䌀㒗㣧㡋䥱㻀㓭䌀㡋䙰䇆䋹㡋㷐䋹㣕䅉㻀㒗䡸㡋㷐䋹㾭㻀㣧㒗䋡㺿㣧㓭䌀䝱㬪㻻㺿䥱㻻㣧䡸䋹䡸䐩

㣕㷐䋹㻀䐩䝱䡸㷐䋹䋹㻀㳹䋹㓭㳁㣧㳹䋹䝱䋹䊙䙰㣕䋹㻻㡋䋹㻀䡸㣧䝱㬪㻀㻻㒗㻻㽬䊙㻀䋹’䋹䥱䙰䡸㬪䋹㷐㻀㻻㢵䡸

“㑜䙰㺿㷐䋹䝱㾭䙰㺿㡋㻀㻻㢵䋹䝱䝱䅉” 㽬㣕䋹㬪㻻㻀㣧䡸㳹㣕䙰㚁㣧㒗㻻㣧䡸䋹㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹’㻻㚁㣧㒗䡸䐩

㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹䅉㷐㣧㻻㷐㻀㒗䡸㻻㡋㣧䝱䝱䋹䥳㡋䋹㒗䡸䋹䡸䅉㻻㺿㚁㚁䙰㒗䋹䡸㻀䥱䝱㺿䋹㳹䝱㻀㚁䋹㡋㷐㻀㡋㓭䙰㚁㾭䝱䋹㡋䋹䝱㬪䋹㒗䇆㺿䝱㳹䋹䡸㽬䋹㒗䋹䊙㻀’㻻㳹㣧䇆㺿㣕䋹䙰㒗㓭䋹㻀䇆㻀㣧㒗䐩

㷐䝱㡋㣧䇆㡋㷐䋹䐩䇆㺿㒗䡸䙰㣕㢵㒗䡸㻻䙰㺿㷐㻻䋹㣕㻀䐩㡋䋹㻻䝱䋹䝱䙰㾭㓭㻀䡸䋹䝱䥱㺿䙰㚁㡋䝱㻻㻀㻀㒗䡸㣕㡋㻀㳹䋹㻻㬪䋹䝱䋹㚁䙰㓭㡋䝱㾭㒗㻀㻻䊙㽬’䋹㒗㻀䋹䡸㷐䝱䋹䋹㻀㻻㳹㻀㚁䅉䋹䝱㡋䙰䋹䊙䋹㒗㳹䋹㻀䡸䡸䅉䋹㷐㡋䖬䡸㣕䋹㒗㡋㻀䀐䋹㷐㡋䋹㷐㻀㣧㒗㾭㢵䋹㷐㒗㳹㣧㬪䝱㒗㻀䝱䅉㒗㣧㷐㻻㻀䡸䊙䋹

㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹㷐㺿㣕㣕㣧䋹䡸㳹䙰㣕㢵㻀㣕䡸䅉㓭㷐䋹㓭䌀㣧㒗䇆㷐䋹㣕㓭䙰㒗䡸㣧㡋㣧䙰㒗䅉㻀㒗䡸䝱䋹㡋䙰㺿㡋㻀㻻㣧䇆㷐䙰㳹㣕䋹䝱㣧䋹㳹䐩 “㽊㺿㓭䌀㣧䝱㬪䅉㒗䙰㡋㷐㣧㒗䇆㷐㻀㾭㾭䋹㒗䋹䡸㡋䙰㷐䋹㣕䐩”

㔉䋹㓭㻀㣕䋹㳹㺿䝱䝱㬪㾭㣕䙰䥱䋹䡸㡋㷐䋹㓭㷐㻀㒗䇆䋹㻻㣧㒗㷐䋹㣕䥱䙰䡸㬪䅉䥱㺿㡋㒗䙰㡋㷐㣧㒗䇆㻻䋹䋹㚁䋹䡸㺿㒗㺿㻻㺿㻀䝱䅉䝱䋹㻀䊙㣧㒗䇆㷐㣧㚁㻻䝱㣧䇆㷐㡋䝱㬪㾭㺿䘜䘜䝱䋹䡸䐩

㷐㓭㚁㺿㬪䐩䋹䌀㣕㐼䙰䥱䅉㬪䡸䡸䋹䙰䝱䙰䌀㡋㒗㣕㡋㻻䇆䋹㷐㒗㻀䡸㻻䊙㒗䋹㽬䋹㻀’㻻䡸㣧㻀䅉㡋㣕䇆㻻㻀㷐㣧㡋㒗㓭䙰㣕㺿㻻䇆㣧䝱㳹䋹㻻䋹䋹䁫㷐䁫㺿㒗䋹䡸㬪䡸䅉䝱㣕䌀㬪䋹㐼㻻䡸㻀䋹㒗㾭㾭”䙮㺿㷐䙰㡋䇆㷐㣕䋹䝱䌀㣧…䐩䋹䙰㾭㒗䙮㡋䋹㻻㬪䋹㣧䋹䝱”䌀…㚁㬪㳹䋹䋹䝱㡋㻀㻻䙰

“㽊㣧䌀䋹㢵㷐㻀㡋䍙” 㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹㻀㻻䌀䋹䡸䅉㓭㺿㣕㣧䙰㻻㣧㡋㬪㾭㣧䋡㺿䋹䡸䐩䙮㡋㢵㻀㻻㡋㷐䋹㳹㣧㣕㻻㡋㡋㣧㚁䋹㷐䋹㷐㻀䡸㻻䋹䋹㒗㻀㷐㣧䇆㷐䋹㣕䀐㻀䝱䋹㒗㡋䚨㢵㻀䌀䋹㒗䋹㣕䐩䀐㷐䙰㺿䇆㷐㒗䙰㡋㻀㻻㻻㡋㣕䙰㒗䇆㻀㻻㷐㣧㻻䁫䁫䁫䥤㳁㻀㒗䌀䅉㻻㷐䋹㢵㻀㻻㻀㒗䁫䁫䥤㳁㻀㒗䌀䅉㻀䊙䋹㣕㬪㣕䋹㻻㾭䋹㓭㡋㻀䥱䝱䋹䝱䋹䊙䋹䝱䐩

㧋㻀㣕䋹䝱㬪㻀㣕㻀㒗䌀䥱䋹䝱䙰㢵㷐㣧㚁䅉㬪䋹㡋㻻㡋㣧䝱䝱䙰㒗䋹䙰㳹㡋㷐䋹㻻㡋㣕䙰㒗䇆䋹㻻㡋䚨㢵㻀䌀䋹㒗䋹㣕㻻䙰㒗㐼㻀㣕㡋㷐㣧㒗㡋䋹㣕㚁㻻䙰㳹䚨㢵㻀䌀䋹㒗㣧㒗䇆䐩

䊙䋹䋹㒗㽬㻀 “䙮㡋㻀㢵䋹㣕䋹䋹䥱㚁䙰㓭㷐䋹㣕㒗㒗㣧䋹䡸䋹䥳䇆㡋㣧䌀䝱䋹㻻㡋”㳹䝱㣧䅉䋹㡋䋹㷐䋹䋹㳹䝱䋹’䙮䊙㻻㻀㣧䅉䡸㷐䡸䐩㻀㒗㒗䙰䋹㷐㢵㣧㡋

䚨㒗䙰㓭䋹㻀㒗㳹㻀㣕䅉㳹㻀㣕㻀㢵㻀㬪䥱䋹䇆㻀㒗㡋䙰㡋㣕䋹㚁䥱䝱䋹㻀㒗䡸㣕㺿㚁䥱䝱䋹䅉㻀㻻㣧㳹㻀㚁㻀㻻㻻㣧䊙䋹㡋㻻㺿㒗㻀㚁㣧㷐㻀䡸䥱䋹䋹㒗㺿㒗䝱䋹㻀㻻㷐䋹䡸䐩䙮㒗㡋㷐䋹䥱䝱㣧㒗䌀䙰㳹㻀㒗䋹㬪䋹䅉㒗䋹㻀㣕䝱㬪㡋䋹㒗䌀㣧䝱䙰㚁䋹㡋䋹㣕㻻䙰㳹㢵㻀㡋䋹㣕㻻㺿㣕䇆䋹䡸㳹㣕䙰㚁㡋㷐䋹䇆㣕䙰㺿㒗䡸䅉䝱㣧㳹㡋㣧㒗䇆㣧㒗㡋䙰㡋㷐䋹㻀㣧㣕㻀㒗䡸㻻䝱䙰㢵䝱㬪㚁䙰䊙㣧㒗䇆㡋䙰㢵㻀㣕䡸㷐䋹㣕䝱㣧䌀䋹㻀䥱䝱䙰㓭䌀䙰㳹㢵㻀㡋䋹㣕䐩

㐼㣕㬪䌀䋹㻻㡋㻀㣕䋹䡸㻀㡋㡋㷐䋹㓭䙰䝱䙰㻻㻻㻀䝱㳹䝱䙰㻀㡋㣧㒗䇆㚁㻀㻻㻻䙰㳹㢵㻀㡋䋹㣕㣧㒗㡋㷐䋹䡸㣧㻻㡋㻀㒗㓭䋹䅉㷐㣧㻻㾭㺿㾭㣧䝱㻻㒗䋹㻀㣕䝱㬪䡸㣧䝱㻀㡋㣧㒗䇆䐩 “䕚㻀㚁㒗㻀㒗䡸㡋㷐㣧㻻㣧㻻䂔㺿㻻㡋㷐䋹㣕㣕䋹㻀㓭㷐㣧㒗䇆㽊䋹䊙䋹䝱䎏䐩䙮㢵䙰㒗䡸䋹㣕㷐䙰㢵㚁㺿㓭㷐㳹㺿㣕㡋㷐䋹㣕㻻㷐䋹㓭䙰㺿䝱䡸䇆䙰㣧㳹㻻㷐䋹㣕䋹㻀㓭㷐䋹䡸䋹䊙䋹㒗㷐㣧䇆㷐䋹㣕䝱䋹䊙䋹䝱㻻䐩”

䇆㷐㣧㒗䙰㡋㒗䋹㚁䡸㻀㡋㻀䋹㣕㷐䙰㳹㻻㻀㢵㷐䀐䋹㷐㣧㻻㣕㷐㻻䙰㡋䋹䋹㚁㣕䥱㡋䝱㡋㷐䇆㬪䅉㣧䝱䝱㻻㚁㻀㻻䐩㻻㣧䊙䋹䐩㷐䋹㻻䋹㣕㻻㓭㻀䝱䋹㡋䙰䇆㷐㷐㺿㡋䋹㷐㡋

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Chapter 349: Geneva’s Thoughts!?
Being able to carry this much was truly extraordinary, Eryke couldn’t even begin to imagine the scale if she leveled up further.

Now, this only made him more curious.

“How many destiny points do you need to go from level 2 to 3?” he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

Geneva loosened her fist, and the entire mass of water came crashing down from the sky, pouring like a terrifying storm that nearly mangled the ground below. She then took a deep, calming breath.

“Let me check.” A blue panel flashed in front of her eyes once again, freezing her pupils almost instantly. “This… this…”

“What’s wrong?” Eryke asked with a frown.

“It says I need half a million destiny points,” she blurted out.

“Well, that’s natural.” He casually shrugged his shoulders again. “What’s in your system shop?”

“System shop?” Geneva echoed, narrowing her gaze. “Oh, you mean that.” Another blue panel flashed, and a list of skills immediately appeared before her.

“I only have a single skill there.”

“What is it?” Eryke’s curiosity spiked at once.

“It’s a skill that allows me to extract water from inside the body of any being,” she mumbled.

“Extract water from any being?” He was left stunned.

“Yeah, that’s what it says.” Eleanor nodded her head.

Every living body contained some amount of water. Whether it was a human or an animal, if that water were to be extracted…

“Is there a limit to it?” Eryke asked, a faint anticipation stirring in his heart.

There was no denying this was an overpowered skill. To essentially extract the water from any being, most would instantly shrivel up and die in the blink of an eye.

“Hmm, it doesn’t mention any particular weakness,” Geneva said with squinted eyes.

“How much is it?” Eryke asked the most important question.

“Ten million,” she replied directly.

“This…” Eryke was left stunned on the spot. He had never seen a skill with such a high cost, even his own skills hadn’t required that much. The stronger the skill, the higher the price.

Then again, he didn’t know about the other Awakeners. Maybe they were facing the same thing.

Eryke had always gained multiple skills whenever his clones achieved something, so perhaps every Awakener only received a single skill in their shop.

“I don’t know if I can buy it here, Eryke,” Geneva replied with uncertainty.

Eryke touched his chin at her words. “You can definitely buy it. I’ll help you.”

“Thanks.” She accepted with a smile, though she didn’t feel too hopeful.

Geneva had been very weak before. Even after her Awakening, she was taken as a slave to be sold, and the despair she felt back then couldn’t be put into words.

At one point, she had already accepted her fate. But then, Eryke came swooping in and saved her from all the danger.

For that, she held heartfelt gratitude toward him. At the same time, however, she carried a sense of helplessness she couldn’t quite put into words.

Geneva had felt completely useless throughout the process but now that she had powers, everything should be changing now.

‘Everything has to change.’ She clenched her fist, looking at Eryke firmly.

“What’s wrong?” Eryke turned toward her and asked with an expressionless face.

“Nothing.” Geneva’s fist loosened, and she smiled at him.

Seeing her smile, Eryke couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. “Tell me, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just that… I don’t feel useless anymore.”

“…” He fell silent.

In that silence, an awkward atmosphere prevailed.

“Aren’t we leaving already? I’m bored!” Little Devil shouted, chattering endlessly.

Eryke turned toward her, his brows twitching ever so slightly. “Alright, we’re going now.”

The giant Sword Will appeared behind him, now sheathed in a massive scabbard designed to ensure the sharp edge wouldn’t harm anyone.

Then the four of them sat on it and swiftly soared into the sky, soon arriving at the Thousand Iron Sect.

As one of the three great sects, its main headquarters stretched across the entire city, with its central base rising as an eight-story building, comparable to the Thousand Gold Sect.

“This is the place, right?” Eryke asked as he landed on the ground with the others. His ears immediately picked up the sounds of metal clashing against metal, and a curious expression crossed his face.

The Thousand Iron Sect was backed by master blacksmiths, they were the foundation of the entire sect.

“Yes,” Ma Zhilan replied quietly.

“Ho, this place is interesting.” He looked around, taking in the surroundings.

Perhaps he could temper his Sword Will even further. The thought alone caused excitement to rise in his heart.

You might not perceive it right now, since the Sword Will was sheathed in its scabbard, but once he drew it, a single slash might be enough to shatter the world.

It might have seemed that the scabbard was only holding back the Sword Will, but that was completely false. The hidden feature of the scabbard was that it constantly refined the sharpness of his Sword Will.

Even Eryke didn’t know exactly how much power he would unleash if he drew the Sword Will, but he was certain of one thing: it would be more than enough to slaughter anyone in his path.

Eryke walked quietly behind Ma Zhilan, contemplating, as she guided him toward the blacksmith area, while Geneva and Little Devil went to rest.

Soon, he was led to a blistering hot room, the temperature so intense it made the air seem to vibrate.

Rough, brawny men were scattered throughout, hammering away at weapons without pause.

“We’ve taken complete control of the entire sect, but this blacksmith doesn’t care, so he’s continuing to refine weapons here,” Ma Zhilan explained swiftly. “And we’re fine as long as they don’t get any second thoughts.”

“I see.” He nodded, carefully observing them all. The oppressive heat was so intense it seemed as though the ground itself had turned to charcoal.

Even after Eryke and Ma Zhilan entered, the blacksmiths continued hammering without pause, completely ignoring their presence.

Eryke cast them a glance and nodded with mild disinterest.

To him, they were nothing but weaklings. Though the weapons forged here were of decent quality, they held no real value in his eyes.

After all, no Martial Artist at the Third Stage or higher would bother with the weapons being produced in this place.

These weapons were meant only for Martial Trainees and mortals. No matter how fine their craftsmanship, they could never compare to the strength of a Third-Stage Martial Artist or higher.

Eryke had little interest in them; what intrigued him instead was how the temperature here could reach such extremes.

“Hmm?” He turned to Ma Zhilan with a puzzled look.

“There’s high volcanic activity underground,” she explained quickly. “The blacksmiths use it as their source of heat for refining.”

“Oh?” Eryke’s brows rose with interest. He cast a few quick glances at the blacksmiths before looking away again.

“Are you not interested?”

“Why would I be interested in toys?” Eryke chuckled, shaking his head.

“Since you’re so powerful, I thought you might indulge in something quirky,” Ma Zhilan replied.

“I might be interested in that volcano,” Eryke said, “but this blacksmith is entirely useless, aside from generating money. Lead the way to the library.”

“Yes,” Ma Zhilan quickly agreed, hurrying after him.

To Eryke, these blacksmiths held no real value to Martial Artists. Their craft couldn’t strengthen a cultivator; it merely produced revenue.

Still, while their weapons were fit only for Martial Trainees and mortals, that didn’t make the trade insignificant. On the contrary, the demand for such arms created a massive market.

In truth, the number of Third-Stage Martial Artists and above was minuscule compared to the vast population of the Martial World. And in such a perilous land where everything was in chaos most of the time, what was needed most?

Weapons.

The Thousand Iron Sect had amassed immense wealth by supplying arms to mortals and Martial Trainees. This trade alone had provided them with enough resources to establish a stable foundation and rise to stand among the Top Three Sects.

Eryke, however, showed no interest in such things.

Upon stepping into the Thousand Iron Sect’s grand library, a flicker of excitement stirred in his chest. He turned toward Ma Zhilan and said, “Go. Leave me, I want to immerse myself in the books.”

“Yes.” She bowed lightly before quickly leaving.

Left alone amidst the towering piles of books, Eryke rubbed his hands together, a thin line of drool escaping the corner of his mouth as excitement surged through him.

He began flipping through the volumes one after another, devouring each page before moving on to the next. His comprehension, coupled with the aid of his Hive Mind skill, allowed him to rapidly absorb and internalize the knowledge.

Though the Martial Arts recorded here lacked true strength, each work revealed the perspective and intent of its creator.

By studying them, Eryke deepened and sharpened his own understanding, subtly reinforcing his Sword Will, even if only by a margin.