My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 45: Cooking Aura Farming Spell: Magic Sigils

Just like that, the night passed, and Drayken felt a warm embrace the moment he regained consciousness.

When he slowly opened his blurry eyes, he saw Synthia’s beautiful face snuggled against him.

"Oh, well," Drayken muttered with a sigh, then simply closed his eyes again.

After some time, Synthia woke up, her eyes still groggy. The moment her gaze landed on Drayken’s handsome face, her cheeks turned red, and her whole face seemed to heat up by several degrees.

She quickly pulled away from him and stood up in a flustered panic.

"Did... Did I really sleep with him?"

Synthia touched her face, only to find it was unusually warm, like a heater in summer.

At this moment, there was some movement she felt, causing her to be startled and jump up in the air as if her tail had been stepped on.

"Relax, it’s me."

A familiar voice whispered in her ears, causing her to pout:

"Why are you playing games with me?" Synthia huffed and puffed.

"Sorry, princess," Drayken pinched her face, "but you are just too cute!"

"Hmph."

Synthia shook her head and ran away quickly with messy hair and a blushing face.

One might really think that something was going on, but Drayken didn’t really do anything at all.

They were just in the comfort of each other, but still, people’s thoughts turn evil in this part, and anyone would think that there was definitely something going on!

"Anyway, let’s grind again."

Drayken thought to himself and focused on the books again.

There was still a lot to learn for him. The blueprint of the spell might have been created, and also the intent behind it, but you still have to construct the spell for the final processing.

This is the complete set of steps to make the spell!

You might have noticed that when Drayken drew the spell for Aura Farming, he didn’t make a dot but instead drew a mouth. This was because it was simply easier.

The intent behind the spell and the mana structure simply flowed well in that shape and size.

This weird pattern for spells that Drayken had for his three spells wasn’t for show at all. Instead, this was optimised for perfect flowing of mana through it and less chance of it failing.

"We call these patterns, Magic Sigils."

Drayken sighed. Although the hard part of finding the "Intent" behind the spell was the hardest part, actually constructing it in an optimised way was no less of a headache as well.

For this, he would need two simple words:

Trial!

Error!

He would have to inscribe this Intent and construct the spell thousands or even millions of times for him to finally make the pattern for it, then the material to actually materialise it.

"I have a long day ahead of me."

Looking at the empty library in front of him, Drayken could only sigh and resume his studying, and time passed in the blink of an eye.

He didn’t know how many times he had wasted mana and even been completely drained of mana, but at last, when the moon was dawning, he finally found the most optimal way to construct it.

It was in a weird triangular shape with an eye in the middle, with numerous straight lines extending from the eye to the walls of the pyramid. The pupil pattern was swirling, with a star in the middle of it all.

But that didn’t end there, as just beneath the eye was the shape of a mouth with two fangs sticking out, like a vampire.

"Why are these patterns always complex?"

Grumble. Drayken grumbled with all his heart, and that was all he could do. He didn’t decide on this weird, Illuminati-like vampire thing, but this was the most optimal pattern he found for his Intent.

"Now, I would need the material for it."

Drayken scratched his head.

Even with his skill, the amount of time it took to build this spell was terrifying.

This was the fruit of his labour—not to mention he also went into a trance-like state, which increased the process by several times.

"How many years, or even decades, would it take a normal dragon?"

Drayken voiced his thoughts loudly, with pure frustration.

"It would usually take around five decades for a dragon to make his first spell. Even the most talented one could make their spell only after they reached more than thirty years of age."

An old voice sounded.

Drayken almost flipped on the spot in fright but calmed himself as quickly as possible.

’This old man appeared out of nowhere.’

He then looked at the smiling face of the old man.

"What can I do for you?"

"How is the process going? Any progress yet?" the old man smiled kindly—the most radiant Drayken had seen.

"I already made the pattern for it. Now I need to actually make it." Drayken shrugged.

"That’s right... that’s right..." The old man froze, took a moment to calm his troubled old heart, and looked at Drayken with a mixture of disbelief in his pupils.

"Are you saying that you have made the perfect pattern for your spell?"

"That’s right." Drayken casually pushed the sheet of paper forward and said, "Take a look."

The old man took the paper and stared at it for a long, long time, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, and his brows changing from relaxed to furrowed and back to relaxed.

After a long ten minutes, he returned the paper to Drayken.

"This really seems to be the optimal solution."

"So, the last step is left, right?"

"Right." The old man glanced at him, and for a moment, a surge of pure envy appeared in his heart, even for this Supreme Dragon King with the highest authority in the Dragon Clan and the strongest of them all. But who wouldn’t?

You try for decades to refine a spell, but a person does it in front of you in just a few steps? If you don’t feel envy, then what would you feel?

"What happened, grandpa?"

Drayken called out, and the old man woke up from his reverie.

"It’s nothing. I was just thinking about my golden days. My talent was even much higher than yours, but I grew arrogant, and my peers left me behind."

"This really happened." Drayken made a shocked expression. He would be a fool if he didn’t notice the shocked expression of the old man, but speaking wouldn’t benefit him in any way, so it would be better for him to remain silent.

"Cough, cough. Anyway, now it is time for you to make the spell. So how will you go about it?"

"I’m planning to keep it simple. I want materials that can ignite the seven emotions of any living being: Joy, Love, Fear, Anger, Pride, Hope, and Envy. Any material that can ignite these, and a constructor that could act as the catalyst for it."

"Hmm, a logical approach, I must say." The old man nodded his head. "But you are still too young. Remember why this spell is so hard to create? Because it opposes the basic core of Aura, where one can only harvest emotion from themselves. How will you tackle this problem?"