Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Each step she took echoed through the now-hushed arena, her posture straight and unwavering, her gaze sharp yet devoid of arrogance. There was nothing flashy in her demeanor, only pure, focused intent.

Zeus tilted his head slightly, watching his sister with keen interest. "There she is..." he thought. His smile widened as his eyes gleamed with curiosity. He couldn't help but admire how far she had come. "Let's see how much you've grown, Lucy."

[Name: Lucy Luxoria]

[Race: Volcanic Titan]

[Physique: Molten Lava Core Physique]

[Tier: 4 Star]

[Divine Scripture: Volcanic Dragon Core Divine Scripture]

Zeus's eyes widened, a flicker of shock crossing his normally composed face. "Her race… it's changed?" he thought, almost disbelieving. "She's no longer human... she's become a Volcanic Titan." The realization hit him like a wave.

[Well, well, look at that,] the system chimed in, its tone dripping with arrogance. [She's gotten so strong, her race has already awakened. Impressive.]

[Not many can do that so fast, but then again, not everyone has the luxury of being a Volcanic Titan. A little intimidating, don't you think?]

Zeus furrowed his brow slightly, still processing what he was seeing. "To change races this early… it's almost unreal."

The system let out a mock gasp. [Incredible? Oh, please. You're acting like you didn't see this coming. She's been growing at a terrifying pace. And let's be real here—you could be left in the dust if you don't watch out.]

The system paused, its tone suddenly turning snide. [Though honestly, are you sure you two are even related? Because she's making you look a bit... sluggish.]

Zeus smirked, letting the jab roll off his shoulders. "Typical," he thought, his focus shifting back to Lucy, unfazed by the system's mocking.

He watched as his sister stood before the arena, the intensity of her aura pulling everyone's gaze. He could feel it—every elder in the room was watching her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Most of the top elders visibly tensed, clearly not expecting the first-ranked disciple to be a girl. Zeus noticed their reactions and felt his smirk widen. "They have no idea what they're in for," he thought, his eyes gleaming with pride.

Lucy showed no reaction to the crowd's attention. Her face remained an unwavering mask of calm focus, her eyes locked onto the stone as if nothing else in the arena mattered.

She didn't acknowledge the whispers or the curious glances from the elders. There was no need for it. She had one task in mind.

With steady steps, she approached the stone. Her movements were deliberate, not rushed or hesitant. The entire arena seemed to hold its breath as Lucy raised her fist.

Her expression didn't shift as she drew back her arm, and then—without warning—she launched a punch with devastating force. Her fist cut through the air, crashing into the stone's surface with a sharp, echoing crack.

The force of the blow was undeniable, and her fist pierced straight into the heart of the stone, sinking deep into its core. For a moment, there was silence.

The top elders raised their eyebrows, exchanging curious glances. It was an impressive display of strength, certainly, but nothing they hadn't already seen today. Their expressions remained cool and composed, expecting a performance in line with what others had shown before her.

Her physique and technique were clearly strong, but from their vantage point, it seemed somewhat underwhelming for someone of the first rank. There was no dramatic explosion of power, no flashy display—just a straightforward punch.

But then… everything changed.

The stone where Lucy's fist had pierced began to tremble. A deep, ominous rumble echoed across the arena, growing louder with each passing second.

Cracks snaked across the surface of the stone, glowing with a searing heat. The temperature around the stone began to rise, the air itself warping from the intensity of it.

And then, without warning, the stone exploded in a brilliant, fiery eruption.

Molten chunks of rock shot into the air, scattering across the arena in a chaotic blaze of destruction. The heat from the explosion forced the crowd to step back, shielding themselves from the molten fragments that now littered the arena floor.

The top elders, who had previously been indifferent, were now wide-eyed, their calm expressions replaced with shock. They stared at Lucy, struggling to process the sudden destruction. This wasn't just raw physical strength.

No, it was something far more terrifying—her mastery over molten power, turning the stone into liquid fire and detonating it from the inside out.

Zeus watched the scene unfold, his smile widening with each passing second. His chest swelled with pride, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "That's my sister."

The sheer force of Lucy's power was undeniable, and the shockwave of her strength rippled through the arena, leaving everyone frozen in stunned silence.

Lucy, ever composed, didn't pause to bask in the awe of the crowd or the elders. Her face remained as calm and cold as before. Experience tales at m-vl-emp _yr.

She turned on her heel, walking back to her seat with measured steps, her expression unchanged. It was as if the display of molten destruction hadn't even registered to her—as if it was merely routine.

The top four elders, however, were far from unaffected. Elder Aric Valen, visibly unsettled, muttered under his breath, "How… how is that possible?" His voice wavered slightly, betraying the usual confidence he carried.

Elder Sylph Margrave, who had remained stoic throughout the day, was now frowning, deep in thought. "Her control over the molten core… it's more advanced than I anticipated," she whispered, almost to herself.

Even the normally composed Elder Darius Armist looked shaken, his gaze lingering on the still-glowing remnants of the stone. His fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair, a rare display of his inner turmoil.

But Roxana Volcaria's reaction was different—far more intense. She leaned forward in her seat, her eyes fixed on Lucy like a predator locking onto its prey. The fiery intensity in her gaze was unmistakable, and there was a hunger there, a desire that hadn't been present earlier.

As the last fragments of molten rock cooled on the arena floor, she murmured to herself, her voice low but resolute, "I want her." The words were more than just an observation; they were a claim.