My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Butcher Room!

Instantly, Gang Ryeong felt a strange connection establish itself.

The two pearls glowed faintly and came out of his body.

Levitating in the air, it rotated around like a star.

Looking at it, Gang Ryeong was thoughtful for a moment:

"Hmm?"

Just then, they froze in place as if time itself had frozen, then they shot through the air and entered inside him.

[You have merged with the Pearls of Death]

[You have gained a unique skill: <Gates to Hell>]

...

<Gates to Hell>

You can directly go to the abyss of death, whenever you want to.

...

"That’s convenient," he muttered in his heart.

Something that allowed him to travel directly to that place and draw upon the souls he had killed, turning them into his own army, this was perfect for him.

"Now, I can truly be considered a necromancer. Maybe I could even help the main body with this."

His <Necromancer> title wasn’t unique. Even if this one was, he could always find a way around it.

As he pondered, he arrived at a long, narrow passageway.

Drop!

The sound of water dripping onto the ground.

Gang Ryeong tightened his grip.

His eyes darted around, alert for any sign of danger.

The others followed closely behind him, their eyes even more cautious than his.

Their hearts were filled with fear and uncertainty about what lay ahead.

Of course, Gang Ryeong was well aware of this.

But he offered them no hope.

Speaking further would serve no purpose.

Soon, they passed through a stone chamber.

Gang Ryeong stepped inside, curiosity guiding his feet, only to pause, breath catching in his throat.

The stench of blood filled the air, thick and suffocating.

His pupils widened at the gruesome sight before him.

A river of blood flowed through the room, and dozens of children were impaled on massive rods. The horrific scene could make anyone shudder in cold terror.

Their internal organs were exposed, put on grotesque display, while numerous green-skinned figures wandered the area.

They toyed with the corpses, treating them like pigs at a slaughterhouse.

It was a cruel, revolting sight, one that could scar a person for life.

Gang Ryeong watched with a hardened gaze.

’These people are unforgivable,’ he muttered silently to himself.

His expression remained calm.

But, his presence radiated a chilling, unshakable killing intent.

In that moment, Gang Ryeong made a silent vow to kill the hunched master and anyone connected to the atrocity before him.

By any means necessary, be it by hook or by crook.

Pan Ji stepped forward, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the grisly scene.

"This is the butcher’s place... where those who rebel against us are punished."

"I see," Gang Ryeong replied with a quiet nod. Then, without hesitation, he began walking forward. The children trailing behind him either wept softly or kept their heads down.

This was a sight no one, especially a child, should ever have to witness.

Without hesitation, his arm moved.

The blade became a blur.

Swish!

A spray of green blood filled the air.

The female green-skin was split cleanly in half.

But Gang Ryeong didn’t stop there.

He slashed again.

And again.

Over and over, reducing her to chunks of flesh, until there was nothing left to recognize.

The most terrifying part was that she felt every moment of it, her body slowly, painfully torn apart.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, too fast for anyone to react.

And by the time they did...

It was already too late.

A heavy, unnatural silence fell over the room.

Gang Ryeong stood bathed in green blood, his expression ice-cold. His black eyes held the depth of an endless abyss, a bottomless chasm that seemed to devour all light.

At that moment, the green-skinned creatures finally realized...

They had fucked up.

Still, one of the bolder ones roared, desperate to rally the others.

"Hold him down! We can kill him! There are hundreds of us, he’s just a scrawny kid!"

That single shout sparked a flicker of hope in the hearts of the others.

Ten of them surged forward, weapons raised, roaring as they charged.

The air itself seemed to tear as they lunged for him, trying to overwhelm him in one coordinated rush.