Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Lucy stood amidst the shattered remains of the lava golems, her Volcanic Dragon Claws still radiating with fiery energy, casting an orange glow over the wreckage.

Her chest heaved with effort, beads of sweat rolling down her brow, but a playful smirk danced across her lips. She wiped her face casually, tossing a glance over her shoulder toward Lucas.

"That was almost... too easy," Lucy said, her voice light and teasing, as if the battle had been nothing more than a game. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, her confidence unmistakable.

Lucy's smirk widened as she flexed her glowing claws, the heat from them causing the air around her to shimmer.

"These lava golems are barely worth my time," she said with a grin, her tone dripping with nonchalance. "If they think a few rocks covered in lava will stop me, they clearly don't know who they're dealing with."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but the amusement in them never dimmed. She tilted her head back, her fiery aura flaring once again as she spoke with a tone that carried equal parts arrogance and exhilaration. "Honestly, I was hoping for more of a challenge."

But then the ground beneath her shook violently, causing her to snap to attention. The air crackled with oppressive heat, growing hotter with each passing second. From the molten depths of the volcanic earth, two massive figures emerged—Volcanic Dragons.

One of them towered over the other, its eyes burning like molten orbs, radiating the undeniable power of an eight-star cultivator.

The smaller dragon, though still imposing, pulsed with the aura of a seven-star. Their scales gleamed with lava, and the sheer force of their presence made the atmosphere hum with tension.

Lucy's eyes widened briefly in shock, her pulse quickening. "Volcanic Dragons..." she muttered under her breath, her voice a mix of surprise and excitement.

The sudden shift in power didn't scare her. No—within moments, her initial shock evaporated, replaced by a glint of wild determination in her eyes.

A grin spread across her face, reckless and eager. Her volcanic aura flared around her, crackling with energy as her body tensed with anticipation.

"Two dragons…" she whispered to herself, her voice tinged with madness. Her eyes narrowed in challenge, the thrill of battle consuming her. "I can take them." Explore stories at m,v l'e-m|p| y r

Her tone was low, almost dangerous, as if the fight ahead was no longer a matter of survival, but pure excitement. Her blood burned hotter than the lava around her.

Without waiting for a second thought, Lucy let out a primal roar. Her entire body ignited with volcanic energy, her aura blazing fiercely like an inferno ready to consume anything in its path.

She lunged forward, her Volcanic Dragon Claws glowing molten red as they slashed toward the advancing dragons.

On the sidelines, Lucas stood calmly, his eyes watching the chaos unfold. The ground beneath him trembled with the power unleashed from the dragons' molten breath, but Lucas remained unmoved, arms crossed. His face showed no signs of concern—only mild curiosity.

"Do you think my sister can handle them?" Lucas asked, his voice low but laced with amusement as he watched Lucy hurl herself at the two Volcanic Dragons.

His gaze was steady, unblinking, as the intense battle unfolded in front of him. There was no hint of fear—just calm curiosity and a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

[Hmph, she has an 80% chance to win,] the system responded, its voice dripping with its usual arrogance.

[But, then again, with her Molten Lava Core, it's practically a playground for her. You should be more concerned for those poor dragons.] The system let out a mocking chuckle, as if the idea of the dragons standing a chance was laughable.

Lucas laughed quietly, his eyes glinting with a touch of evil amusement. "So the odds are in her favor," he mused, tilting his head slightly as he continued to observe the fight.

Lucy's Volcanic Dragon Claws slashed through molten scales, her volcanic aura blazing wildly. "And the smaller one, the seven-star?"

The system snorted disdainfully. [That one? It's barely worth mentioning.] The tone was sharp, almost dismissive.

[Its core isn't even fully developed. It's like fighting a child compared to Lucy. Probably born in this era, not yet matured—either that or it's simply a weakling.] The system's arrogance practically radiated from each word, as though it considered the fight beneath Lucy's level.

Lucas's smirk widened as he nodded, his eyes narrowing with malicious glee. "And the bigger one?" He focused on the eight-star dragon, watching as its fiery breath barely grazed Lucy, her body practically glowing with volcanic energy.

[Ah, yes, the eight-star one...] the system's tone shifted slightly, now carrying a note of intrigue, though still laced with its usual superiority. [It's fused with a volcanic-type core, similar to the Abyss Core you encountered. But it's just recently fused—barely at half strength.]

The system paused for a moment, before adding with shameless mockery, [Honestly, it's amusing to see it struggle. If it were fully developed, things might be different. But right now? Lucy's playing with it.]

Lucas chuckled darkly, the sound low and sinister as he watched the dragons flail under Lucy's relentless assault. "So, they don't stand a chance?"

[They were doomed the moment they appeared.] The system's voice was dripping with smug satisfaction. [You should be thanking me for analyzing their weaknesses so quickly, mortal. Without me, you might actually think these oversized lizards were a threat.]

Lucas rolled his eyes, still grinning. "Always so humble, aren't you?"

[Humble? Please.] The system scoffed. [I'm simply stating facts. You're lucky to witness this through me.] It paused, its voice dropping to a condescending tone. [But yes, enjoy the show. Your sister will handle them just fine.

I'd be more worried if they had any real strength.]

Lucas leaned back slightly, crossing his arms, his expression full of wicked amusement. "Then let's just sit back and watch the dragons burn." His voice was calm, but the gleam in his eyes betrayed his dark enjoyment of the chaos unfolding before him.

The system laughed, a sound filled with mockery and glee. [Indeed. Watching them struggle is far more entertaining than I thought it would be.]

With that, Lucas allowed himself to relax, his eyes fixed on Lucy as she continued her fierce battle, knowing full well that victory was inevitable.