My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 46: Cooking Completed! Reaching Fourth-Circle Mage!

"I’ve already thought about that," Drayken said with a casual shrug. "I can make a conduit for it. I don’t have to rely on the original Aura spell—I optimised it so I could add this Aura Farming spell to the base Aura."

"Hmm, that might be for the best. Otherwise, they might conflict with each other."

The old man nodded. "The only hard part was forming the spell intent. After that, everything else was pretty easy."

"Pretty easy?"

Somehow, Drayken’s left hand began to itch violently, as if he were resisting the urge to hit someone. No matter what he did, the sensation refused to go away.

Those two words were like a stone hammer crashing through glass, shattering the memory of countless, timeless hours spent grinding away, his brain cells depleted to nothing, and his patience worn and crushed to bits.

It felt like he’d had one foot in the grave just trying to craft the pattern and now the old man had the nerve to say it was easy?

"I don’t know why, but my urge is increasing with every breath," Drayken calmed his breath, aided by his hive mind skill.

"You have a pretty good temper, you brat."

The old man complimented: "Worthy of being the saviour, the one who will lead, hahaha."

"Thank you."

Drayken accepted with a smile on his face.

"Anyway, here are all the materials." Waving his hand, a surge of material appeared in thin air. "This material should be perfect for you to be able to construct the spell."

Then the old man disappeared out of nowhere, leaving Drayken with a pile of ingredients.

"At least tell me what is what!?"

Drayken truly felt a little unspeakable anger appear in his heart, but he quickly calmed down.

"Calm down, Drayken. I have to keep a cool head at this time; rage will only cause your own destruction."

Slapping both his cheeks at the same time, Drayken finally started to get to work.

It took all day just to recognize the materials and organize them bit by bit. At some point in time, Synthia also came and started to help out.

At last, at night, Drayken dusted his hands, shoulders slumped to the chair, with a tired and extremely lazy expression:

"That was tiring."

He heard a comment, so he turned towards Synthia and made an obvious expression.

"I was just expressing my grievance. Are you really that ungrateful? I helped you, and this is the expression you give me..." Synthia said, her voice tinged with hurt and her cheeks flushed.

"Sorry, my bad."

Drayken rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly. He really had been a little ungrateful.

"I’ll make it up to you, I promise."

He dropped to his knees and gently took her soft hand, his eyes filled with determination.

Flustered, Synthia’s face turned completely red as she quickly pulled her hand back.

"Y-You better compensate..."

"That means you forgive me?" Drayken beamed with a radiant smile.

"Yeah..." Synthia squeaked, then looked away avoiding the embarrassing scene:

"Is it finally time to construct this spell?"

"Thank you, Synthia, I am very grateful to you."

Drayken spoke in all earnesty and then looked at the materials in front of him, his gaze gradually turning stern and serious:

"It’s finally time."

Then he immediately went to work. He took the material and crushed it all in a certain pattern into a strange mix of greenish and blackish liquid.

His nose twitched ever so slightly, smelling the nauseatic smell, feeling a little disoriented.

Anyway, Drayken started the process.

First, he took a deep breath to calm his tumultuous heart, full of distractions.

Then he gradually began to feel the mana in the air. After that, the process became relatively easier.

He dipped his fingers into the liquid and pointed into the air, slowly beginning to trace the shape of his sigils with the Intent behind his spell.

The liquid moved on its own, gathering at his fingertips. The more he drew, the more the jar emptied, until, by the end, it was completely drained, and the spell hovered in the air, completely defying gravity.

Drayken kept looking at it, again and again. With each glance, a spark of excitement stirred within him.

This was his first spell.

How could he not be excited?

"Now for the last step—though it’s the most important."

Drayken’s eyes grew serious as he began to circulate the mana in his core, following a strange and intricate pattern. Slowly, the mana surged outward, flowing into the floating magic sigils in front of him.

The process was swift, but the moment the mana entered the sigils, the surrounding air grew thick with energy.

The sky outside darkened, clouds gathering as lightning crackled ominously in the distance.

A chill ran through Drayken’s heart.

Despite the library’s noise-cancellation wards, he could still hear the distant thunder, a rumbling warning.

Then, in a flash, lightning struck through the library, phasing effortlessly through the walls and straight into the spell.

Dust swirled in the air, obscuring everything from view.

"Cough, cough." Drayken coughed hard, then blew out a gust of air. Instantly, the dust cleared, revealing the scene before him.

There it was, his very own creation, the one he had poured all his effort into!

The spell floated before him, surrounded by a purple haze.

Drayken raised his hand and let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Let’s use it immediately," he muttered with a determined voice.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the spell in one swift motion.

Drayken gave a satisfied "blurp" as the spell slipped down, then closed his eyes, sitting cross-legged for the integration process.

Soon, he would break through and reach the Fourth Circle!

The process didn’t take long. As the creator of the spell, Drayken had the deepest understanding of it. If he failed, it would be the most embarrassing thing imaginable.

The hardest part, however, was having enough mana control and if that was enough there was very less chance of failure.

And just like that, Drayken finally reached Fourth-Circle Mage, with his fourth spell: Aura Farming.

"I did it!"

Drayken clenched his fist in triumph.

Without hesitation, he activated the spell.

Mana surged within his core, and in an instant, his entire vision shifted....