My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 575 Dragons' Training Dimension

Rikilda was the first to respond to the elf elder’s question.

"What business do you have with him?" she inquired, a sneer twisting her lips, making it clear her question was more of a warning than a request for details.

"I meant no offense to the young red dragon lady," the elder replied, bowing once more. "I was simply curious. The aura he gives off is quite unusual."

"And what concern is his aura to you?" Rikilda retorted, her interest waning as her gaze drifted past the elves toward the distant tree line. She then turned to Bethan. "Are you staying? I wish to depart and seek something more engaging to do."

Bethan disregarded Rikilda and addressed the elder directly. "We did not intend to disturb you. We were merely passing through. The young man with us is a friend." A brief pause followed before she continued, "I trust that presents no issue."

The two elders exchanged a look, then bowed in unison, a deeper bow this time.

"Not at all," the first elder stated. "Please forgive our interruption. Tensions are escalating sharply between the human empire, the barbarian tribes, and the beastkin. We have all been on edge."

"I understand," Bethan responded. "I hope for a peaceful resolution."

With a slight nod toward Clone 1, she signaled their departure, and the group moved on without further ado. As they exited the clearing, the elves remained, their gazes shifting between Bethan and Rikilda, never lingering too long, but inevitably returning to the human walking among them.

Clone 1 also noted their attention but made no comment.

They proceeded along the path Rikilda had chosen, which led away from the elf territory and deeper into the forest. A comfortable silence enveloped them until Clone 1 broke it.

"Rikilda," he began. "You've expressed boredom since we met. I might have a solution for that."

Rikilda slowed her pace but didn't halt. She turned her head just enough to glance at him over her shoulder, her expression indicating she was weighing whether his words were intriguing or irritating.

"Why do I suspect there's a catch?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For every round you win, you must answer one of my questions," Clone 1 proposed.

Rikilda stopped walking entirely. She turned to face him fully, scrutinizing him as if re-evaluating everything she knew about him.

"You intend to deliberately lose, don't you? To avoid answering my questions," she deduced.

"I intend to discover your true strength," he countered. "Whether I win or lose depends on both of us."

Rikilda held his gaze for another moment before a smirk touched her lips, intrigued by Clone 1's intentions.

"Very well. But I won't answer questions for which I have no answers," she conceded.

"That's fair."

"And I'll be going all out," she added.

"As will I."

Bethan, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "If the two of you intend to fight with your full power, the forest won't withstand it. We should use the dueling space."

"Where is that?" Clone 1 inquired.

"It's in another dimension. Technically dragon territory—you wouldn't typically be permitted entry. However, you possess Abyssal Dragon blood, which alters that. " She tilted her head slightly. "It also means every dragon there will immediately sense your presence."

Clone 1 considered this information.

"That's acceptable," he replied.

Bethan extended her hand and took his. The surrounding forest vanished instantly. Rikilda disappeared immediately afterward.

***

Clone 1 found himself suspended high above the ground and quickly surveyed his surroundings.

The sky here bore a name that defied easy translation. It was immense and profound, adorned with colors for which Earth's atmosphere had no equivalent. It wasn't the muted gradient of dawn or the flat expanse of midday, but a dynamic, shifting canvas that seemed to operate on its own timetable, independent of any discernible sun. Light emanated from all directions, casting no shadows.

Beneath them, arenas, vast beyond comprehension, stretched across the landscape, making the word 'arena' feel utterly inadequate. They were continental in scale. The outer ramparts absorbed and reflected the ambient light in sharp, clean lines. Within these colossal boundaries, dozens of dueling rings pulsed with activity simultaneously, each hosting combatants locked in fierce battles.

The explosive trails left by the fighters' attacks lingered in the air for a moment before dissipating, their colors and shapes unique to each combatant—vibrant streaks of deep crimson, cool arcs of blue, and sharp lines of emerald green.

Clone 1 watched as a crimson streak traversed an entire ring in less than a second, detonating against a barrier that absorbed the impact without yielding.

The resulting detonation, perceived from his vantage point high above, sounded like an entire mountain collapsing.

Above the arenas, dragons soared in considerable numbers.

Behold, for Clone 1 and Liam, this was the inaugural witnessing of the magnificent creature in its true, unadulterated form. Speechless, both the original body and its replicate stood in awe.

Dragons traversed the expanse of the sky in every conceivable direction, some solitary, others in pairs. Their wingbeats, a slow and deliberate cadence at cruising altitude, sent ripples through the air. Scales, adorned in hues of red, green, and blue, shimmered and refracted the ambient light, each color catching and reflecting differently based on its specific angle and shade. Every dragon, though sharing common colors, possessed a unique size and proportion. Several, by dragon standards, appeared young, their smaller stature evident even from this height, yet they dwarfed anything that had ever graced the skies of Earth.

From this vantage point, their sheer immensity was palpable. These were beings for whom the word 'majestic' seemed to have been coined, a descriptor that struggled to encompass their grandeur.

He cast his gaze back towards the arena far below.

"Welcome to the Dragons' training dimension," Bethan announced.

Clone 1 remained silent for a beat, his mind processing the revelation. Then, he murmured, "It's beautiful."

A smile touched Bethan's lips. "Indeed it is. And you, carrying dragon blood, are the very first outsider to grace this place—though perhaps 'outsider' is not the correct term. The other dragons will sense your lineage instantly. Expect curiosity." She added, with a slight pause, "Some of that curiosity may not be particularly polite."

Clone 1 offered a nod, his eyes continuing their sweeping survey of the surroundings. When he had initially proposed the spar, his intention was to gauge Rikilda's strength, observe the intricacies of dragon combat, and gather valuable intel for the original body. It was meant to be a straightforward exchange.

He had never envisioned being transported to a dragon training dimension. He had certainly not anticipated finding himself the sole human amidst a vast gathering that seemed to comprise every young dragon currently in existence, engaged in organized combat reminiscent of the structured battles within cultivation sects.

He acknowledged the inherent risks of this situation. Nevertheless, he was also aware that Bethan and Rikilda were his escorts, and whatever standing they commanded within this domain currently extended a protective aura over him by association. The duration of this safeguarding should circumstances provoke it was a question he was determined not to answer through recklessness.

Yet, a genuine sense of curiosity pulsed within him, a desire to witness firsthand the unfolding events.

"Let us descend already," Rikilda declared, and with that, she plunged downwards.

Her descent was less a controlled fall and more a deliberate release from her altitude. Her body angled sharply, accelerating with a speed that momentarily resembled an uncontrolled plummet before the sheer mastery of her movement became apparent. She moved with breathtaking swiftness, her target destination clear.

Clone 1 watched her trajectory for a moment before turning his gaze to Bethan, who was already observing his expression with an amused smile.

"She has been anticipating this moment ever since you extended the offer," Bethan conveyed.

"I am aware," Clone 1 responded.

Together, they followed in Rikilda's wake, commencing their own descent.