My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 103: Eryke’s Statue!?

Green blood splashed out.

The stabbed, green-skinned man turned in disbelief to look at his companion. He reached out to fight back, but his head was swiftly severed. It hit the ground with a sickening thud, blood spurting from his mouth. Even then, he managed to speak:

"Master won’t let you go."

"Hehe, master..." The other green-skinned man grinned as green blood splattered across him. "I’ll let you meet your master soon enough."

As the lifeless body fell to the ground, the remaining three were already on high alert. They stared at him intently until one of them spoke in a cold voice:

"Who are you, Green Number 47?"

"Oh, I am Green Number 47, though," he muttered calmly. His appearance was identical to theirs, yet even when facing the three who should have matched him in strength, he wore only a confident grin.

"You—"

Before the speaker could finish, the other two charged forward, aiming to tackle Number 47. The one who had spoken unsheathed the only sword among them and slashed at him in unison.

Number 47 sneered.

A black haze gathered before his hand, twisting and solidifying into the shape of a sword.

His arm moved.

The blade swung in a blur.

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The only sound was that of air being torn apart. And in the next moment, they looked...

The three were cleanly sliced in two, their bodies hitting the ground with a sickening thud, blood splattering like a fountain.

"Fools," Number 47 muttered, then collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

From his fallen body, a shadowy figure emerged.

It turned and looked toward the little girl.

"Are you alright?" the figure asked gently.

"Hmm..." The little girl, still trembling, stopped just short of crying. Surprise flickered in her eyes, but she nodded, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Thank you, big brother."

"You don’t seem scared?"

"Big brother, I... I’ve seen things far more terrifying in... in that place..." Her voice shook. She stuttered and struggled to speak, the fear still lingering in every breath.

"Little girl," the black shadow in human form spoke, "are you saying I’m terrifying, but not terrifying enough compared to them?"

"Eh, no, no!" she hurriedly shook her head. "That’s not what I meant!"

"Then what did you mean?"

"Umm..." The little girl fidgeted, suddenly nervous.

"Haha, I’m just teasing you." The shadow chuckled. It reached out to flick her forehead, but its hand passed right through her. "So, what’s your name?"

"It’s Hak Soo."

"Hak Soo, huh?" The shadow nodded thoughtfully, then said, "Follow me."

"Yes."

Hak Soo agreed without hesitation and quickly followed behind.

He was her only way out. The creature before her was the only one she could rely on to escape this godforsaken place. She knew the Master might find her again and she was painfully aware of her own helplessness.

As they traveled, Hak Soo kept her eyes open, alert. Though still a child, she was clever. She wanted to be sure she hadn’t simply fled the wolf’s den only to end up in the tiger’s lair.

Eventually, they arrived at an open clearing and immediately, the sound of a man humming reached her ears.

Her eyes widened, glossing over with a dazed shimmer. She froze for a moment, stunned.

A man lay in the center of the clearing. He had long golden hair and eyes of boundless blue, eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of countless ages.

"Have you checked what it is?"

Suddenly, the humming stopped. The man spoke in a deep, calm voice.

"Yeah."

"Hmm, let’s see." The man rose to his feet, and only then did the little girl get a clear look at his face.

The moment she did, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She fell to her knees, eyes wide with terror, frantically pointing at him.

"You... you..."

"Huh?" Eryke froze, startled by her reaction. "Am I really that scary?"

Indeed, this man was Eryke and the shadow beside the girl was Eryke the Third.

Eryke blinked in confusion, then glanced over at his clone.

"This little girl wasn’t even scared of you," he said, pointing to himself with a casual shrug, "and now she’s terrified of me?"

Eryke the Second gently patted her head.

"Calm down, child. Tell me—what’s going on?"

The little girl finally managed to compose herself, though her voice still trembled.

"There... There’s a big statue of you in our temple. We’re... we’re sacrificed to it. Every day."

"Huh?"

Eryke was visibly stunned. "You mean... there’s a statue of me?"

"Tha... that’s right." The girl was still shaking, struggling to form coherent words.

"Hmm..." Eryke paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. His expression turned serious.

"Are you really sure?"

"Yes, yes." She nodded quickly.

"Then show it to me."

The moment Eryke said those words, the girl’s face turned pale. Panic flooded her eyes, and she tried to flee.

But Eryke the Third moved swiftly, holding her in place with a firm grip.

"It’s alright, little girl," He whispered gently in her ear. "I wouldn’t have saved you if I intended to harm you."

"Trust me, alright?"

The little girl trembled, but managed to steady herself. She nodded slowly.

"Okay, big brother. I trust you," she said, looking up at him with a firm, sincere gaze.

"Not bad." Eryke the Third gave a nod of approval, his shadowy head dipping slightly. "And this big brother over here isn’t as scary as you think he is."

"Really?" she asked, a hopeful twinkle in her eyes.

"That’s right," Eryke replied without hesitation.

She looked between Eryke and the shadowy figure, then took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

"I trust you, big brother."

"Haha, good, good." Eryke smiled warmly.

"Then lead the way," Eryke the Third said.

"But... I’ll only guide this big brother," the little girl replied, her eyes fixed solely on the shadowy figure.

"Alright, alright," Eryke the Third responded with a helpless smile.

Eryke simply shrugged and lay back down on the ground, humming that same relaxed tune as he closed his eyes.

The little girl began walking forward, and Eryke the Second quietly followed behind her.

’This poor girl...’ he thought with a sigh. ’She must have gone through serious trauma because of that statue.’

In truth, this worked out perfectly. His plan was to scout the temple alone, there was too much unknown danger for his main body to go in directly.