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