My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 81: Outer God: Fruit of Death! (2)

A bright light shone in the surrounding area as the sticky black liquid made a sizzling sound, turning into gray ashes.

"Mana burns these things?"

Eryke the Third thought, "Are these things weak to mana?"

Although this discovery wasn’t much helpful to him because he used the spell to attack the shadows, his attention, however, was on the gray ashes.

This was the only thing he felt was helpful to him right now, and he didn’t have any discernible idea on what else could be helpful.

Anyways, as he looked at the ashes, he lifted them in his hand and threw them away.

Nothing happened.

He tried to supply mana to it again, but still, nothing happened, and he was left empty.

He punched the ashes, but still, there was no reaction. He dug a hole in the ground and planted some of it to observe, then left it for a while.

Eryke the Third tried everything he could possibly imagine, but none of them worked. It was just like normal, ordinary ashes, with nothing extraordinary to see.

"What should I do?"

He looked at the spot where he had planted the ashes with a thoughtful frown.

"Maybe I could do something about this."

Nothing had grown out of it, but Eryke just landed a palm on the ground and supplied mana through it.

Although he couldn’t use any other spell now because he already had spells imprinted on his core, still, manipulating mana and even taking it out was within the realm of possibility.

Anyway, as he supplied the glittering blue light to the ground, nothing happened!

Eryke the Third waited patiently, supplying mana but feeling that it was going nowhere. Even after ten minutes, he was slightly discouraged.

Just then, he felt a terrifying suction force that sucked all his mana.

A glint of excitement flickered in his eyes as he started to supply more and more mana into it, one go after another.

The more he did so, the more it sucked in.

Until every bit of mana was drained from his core, Eryke the Third fell to the ground, completely exhausted.

"It’s still not enough?"

Shaking his head, he crossed his legs and started to absorb the mana from the surrounding area.

Mana was everywhere, even this gate or this forest was no exception.

It only took a mere ten minutes before his mana was completely restored.

"Restoring mana is much easier than going further with it."

Eryke the Third mumbled as he supplied again, but this thing—whatever it was—was like a black hole that continuously devoured all the mana he fed into it.

Only in his third refill did he finally feel that the suction force had decreased slightly.

Then, in his fourth attempt to supply mana, it suddenly stopped taking mana.

"Hmm?"

Eryke the Third tilted his head in confusion. Nothing happened!

"Is this a scam—?"

A rumble resounded in the ground.

A small sprout appeared in the place where he had supplied his mana. But unlike any sapling he had seen, it was entirely black and filled with an eerie aura that chilled one to the core.

Feeling the death energy lingering around the sprout, he was completely silent for a moment.

Looking at the sapling, he felt an unspeakable urge to destroy it.

As if this was the base of his existence, and he must destroy it at all costs.

The death energy of this thing was too high, as if it wasn’t living, but rather a gate that directly led to hell.

That was what he felt like as he stared upon the sapling.

"Sigh."

He closed his eyes.

This death energy was really too terrifying!

Just staying near it felt like it was the end of him right there and then.

"I grew this weird thing, but what should I do now?"

Eryke the Third scratched his head. He had already planted it, but now what was he going to do with it?

"Can I put more mana into it so that it can fully grow?"

He extended his hand and pointed with his palm. Mana extended outwards and was slowly absorbed. This time, the suction force was even more forceful and completely devoured his entire mana reserve in a matter of breaths.

So, Eryke the Third promptly sat cross-legged again to accumulate more mana into his core.

This continued until he fed it 10 whole times again!

Again, a rumble sounded, and the death energy in the entire surrounding grew, so high that one could faintly see mist forming from it. This was not normal mist, but instead the condensation of the death energy.

He narrowed his eyes and walked through the mist. His peripheral vision finally cleared, and he could finally see it.

The death plant had bloomed and blossomed into beautiful flowers, and a fruit grew out from its single flower, looking like a giant seed.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, the sky grew cloudy, blocking the sun, and shadows circled the skies again.

"Human, how dare you bloom on the floor of death!"

"You were supposed to be a puppet, and we would have given you mercy, but not now..."

Countless voices whispered, to which he just sneered in his heart.

"Hmph, you cannot do anything to me anyway. This shadow might look mysterious, but they can do nothing but attack your mind, and I am pretty much immune to it because of my skills."

He walked forward and was about to take the seed.

Just then, the void distorted around him, and tentacles slowly crept from the void, snapping at his hands and legs.

"This wouldn’t work twice."

Black haze surrounded him, and he broke free from the restraints, only for more tentacles to appear and bind him, even stronger and bulkier than before.

He easily broke free from them.

"You cannot take that!"

All the shadows said in unison as they swirled in the sky, their visage gradually disappearing:

"Our master won’t let you do that!"