My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 118: Illusion!

Jin Hyuk stared in horror at the perfectly unharmed Gang Ryeong.

His composure crumbled, and his entire body began to turn translucent.

Sensing this, Gang Ryeong focused his Will, and a colossal ghoul materialized behind him.

But he held back, an immediate strike would do little good.

A first‑stage martial artist was no joke; the only reason he had killed this man before was because the opponent had let down his guard and harbored no intent to kill.

Against any other martial artist of the same level, they could have slain him before he even had the chance to summon death energy.

Now, even in this state of consciousness, Gang Ryeong wasn’t confident that he could even hurt this guy, so his only chance to come close to beating him is null.

There is no chance of him beating Jin Hyuk.

But...

Gang Ryeong used his Will; in his ethereal form of the ghoul, it looked strikingly similar, just a bigger version of him. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"This Will is special. Unlike my other Wills, without any effort on my part, this has been granted solely from my <Reaper Physique> alone. And this special ability is..."

He closed his eyes, then his ghostly form gradually started to merge with his own Will.

By the end, only one giant, human‑shaped shadow remained, but after the merge, the surroundings slowly began to distort.

At this moment, Jin Hyuk seemed to have finally recovered from his mental state. Not much time had passed until now, barely two or three breaths, however.

When Jin Hyuk looked around, he was stunned.

The sound of wails resounded throughout the area as countless creatures were tortured by shadowy figures shaped like demons.

Their screams were extremely chilling, enough to make one’s spine shiver uncontrollably from a mere glance.

Lava and magma flowed everywhere, like a scene straight out of Hell.

In fact, there was a big sign right in front saying: "Hell."

"Where am I?" Jin Hyuk muttered in confusion. After all, he was a first‑stage martial artist; although it took some time, his mentality had already fully recovered.

But now he was utterly confused, looking around at his surroundings.

It was a scene straight out of Hell, but what did it matter to him? A person of his caliber, had he not witnessed such tortures before?

Just then, however, Jin Hyuk sensed something. He turned abruptly, his pupils dilating.

"Eh?" He tilted his head upward in sheer horror.

Before him stood a giant throne made of skulls and blood, and seated upon it was the colossal form of Gang Ryeong in his human form, adorned with a bony crown around which evil spirits swirled.

Jin Hyuk’s lips trembled:

"King of Hell..."

He fell to his knees, his body twitching violently.

"Have I been fighting the King of Hell himself all this time?" he flailed on the ground, thrashing in utter disbelief.

Even though Gang Ryeong just stood on the throne without moving, his pupils staring straight ahead, Jin Hyuk’s form flickered violently, gradually becoming transparent.

After some time, Jin Hyuk finally seemed to regain his composure, and his figure stabilized significantly.

"But if he really is the king of hell, how could he be so weak?"

A newfound courage blossomed in Jin Hyuk’s heart as he stood up and looked at Gang Ryeong without fear in his eyes.

Then, he immediately froze.

Gang Ryeong’s eerie dark pupils seemed to contain a bottomless abyss, a depth with no end.

The more Jin Hyuk stared, the more terrified he became, completely frozen in place.

"Mortal, die."

Gang Ryeong’s cold voice sounded in his mind, like a death sentence that he couldn’t escape from.

Jin Hyuk felt pain emitting from every fiber of his being as he roared in pain towards the sky.

It was just a mere gaze, but he felt like his entire existence was entirely meaningless in front of this gaze.

The pain numbed Jin Hyuk’s soul, rendering him even unable to move.

Only his helpless cries of pain sounded.

With this, his mentality was slowly crumbling into pieces, and his form was turning more transparent.

"He fell for it." Gang Ryeong heaved a sigh of relief upon looking at the condition of the man.

That’s right, his Will could induce an illusion and hypnotic state if the targeted person looked at his own Will. Not only the eyes, but any part of the body, as long as they see his Will, they will fall right into his trap.

It could be truthfully said that he has truly become the bane of all living beings altogether.

Gang Ryeong watched as Jin Hyuk completely crumbled before him and turned into dust.

He has done it!

Removing the consciousness of a First-stage Martial artist without even fighting him.

But even so, there was no sense of accomplishment in his eyes as he slowly muttered:

"Not enough." His voice was cold, low, and slow.

Gang Ryeong’s vision returned to the void again, and he outstretched his palm towards the gentle soul.

The next moment, his vision changed, and he saw a giant sword, its blade gleaming with a white moonlight and flowers surrounding it.

"Beautiful." Gang Ryeong muttered the instant he saw it.

The sword felt cold yet beautiful at the same time, as if it was inviting him in her embrace.

"What is this place?" Jian Ruxue’s voice sounded from the sword.

"This is your consciousness, the last bit that you have before you are completely assimilated into this abyss." Gang Ryeong replied.

"For ordinary people, their consciousness doesn’t have resistance, but for those Martial Artists who can form their Will, the Will is the last consciousness," he paused for a moment. "And for First-stage Martial Artists and higher, since they have integrated their Will into their body, they can manifest physically."

"I see." Jian Ruxue spoke in a gentle tone.

"If I lose my Will, then you will gain complete control over my soul, and you can freely turn me into a Jiangshi, right?"

"... yes."

"Then do it."

Jian Ruxue said weakly.

The hovering giant sword fell to the ground with a thud, and a layer of frost surrounded the ground completely.

Gang Ryeong didn’t move; he spoke in a stone-cold tone:

"Why... Why are you so nice to me? At least resist."

"No, child, I am not going to resist. There is no point."

"You are a fool."

"Haha, foolish, I have heard those words countless times. Even my master used to tell me that. In my eyes, you are a lost child, and I believe that you wouldn’t hurt any innocent soul, and that is enough for me."

"What if I was hiding my evil? What if I planned and orchestrated all this?"

"Then let it be." Her voice was gentle and calming.

"..."

Gang Ryeong turned around and vanished from space. He kept her consciousness as there was no resistance to her soul.

Returning to the real world, he spoke:

"Arise."

The void distorted, and two human figures slowly walked out of it, covered in darkness.

Jian Ruxue looked at herself with confusion in her eyes.

"This is me?"

Gang Ryeong looked at her.

"I kept your consciousness."

"Why? Wouldn’t it have been better to wipe it out?"

"..."

Gang Ryeong felt like something was definitely wrong with this woman’s head.