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

The Mythos race, like many others, fell into despair after their crushing defeat in the great war. Their downfall was swift and absolute, mirroring the rapid rise of the humans and dragons to dominance.

Before the War of the Gods, they stood among the mightiest of races: war-hungry monsters with hulking, muscular bodies like orcs and fearsome faces reminiscent of Japanese yaksha.

Feared across every battlefield, the Mythos were known for their immense vitality, rapid regeneration, and unmatched brute strength.

But their true power lay deeper. Their bloodline granted them access to the Daemoncles dimension, a realm of chaos and darkness, much like how some other races channeled power from the spirit dimension.

By drawing from the Daemoncles dimension, the Mythos not only amplified their physical might but also gained eerie, otherworldly abilities that defied the natural order.

Some could summon golems made of shadow and flesh, while others could create clones of themselves, abilities similar to Earth's Awakeners, though theirs came without the system.

The purer the bloodline, the stronger and more terrifying their abilities became.

Now, as the glowing red light illuminated the surroundings, something within Mirabella was beginning to change.

Her body remained the same, but her presence had shifted completely.

Inside her mind, she found herself adrift in a void of utter darkness. The roars of beasts echoed endlessly, surrounding her, rattling her thoughts and plunging her deeper into confusion. What was happening to her?

Before Mirabella could make sense of the situation, a terrifying Will descended upon her, and red clouds swept from the darkness and poured into her.

"Ahhh–"

She screamed. Her bloodline was rapidly changing; the pure human bloodline that she had gained from Zarek was now converting and changing, even the divine energy was changing.

After some time, she opened her eyes to the real world, her demeanour calm and collected. With a swish, she landed on the ground and looked around her, a red glint flashing in her eyes.

"Hahaha, it seems it worked," the monk said with a sigh as he stood up.

His human skin began to crack and peel away, revealing a towering demon beneath, around fifteen feet tall, with the muscular body of an orc and the fearsome head of a Japanese yaksha.

"We've taken the first step toward the domination of the human race."

Just then, a loud sound echoed from outside, making the demon frown. A ripple appeared in front of the two, revealing a vision of Zarek and the events that followed.

"A stronger human?" the Mythos muttered, momentarily stunned.

"He is Zarek," Mirabella said from the side. Her voice remained unchanged, and it seemed that nothing about her had shifted. "He possesses a strange power: he can continuously grow stronger, and he has an immortal state that allows his body to revert time, even if he fully dies."

"Hmm?" The Mythos narrowed his eyes. "Such a thing exists among humans? They truly are one of a kind. An enemy that cannot be defeated, so easily… hmm…"

"You can trap him with absolute strength, but he might still find a way out," Mirabella said, gritting her teeth as if recalling a painful memory. "I had him completely sealed… yet somehow, he managed to escape."

"Hmph." The Mythos scoffed. "I don't believe it. I'll send the last guardian of our Mythos race after him. And if that fails, our god will deal with him."

"Our god is still alive?" Mirabella asked, a red glint flashing in her eye.

"That's right. He's still alive, though seriously injured," the priest said with a grin. "I am the last priest of the Mythos race."

Then he pointed at Mirabella. "You will be the new saint of our race from now on."

"Yes," Mirabella replied, bowing her head in complete submission. The priest had no doubt about her loyalty.

***

Zarek's brows twitched as he slowly approached the devil-headed entrance.

With each step, a growing sense of premonition stirred in his chest, he could feel it in his bones: something beyond ordinary awaited him.

His heart pounded harder with every footfall, the unease intensifying.

Just as he was mere steps away from the entrance, a sudden roar thundered in his ears.

Zarek instinctively leapt back, his gaze sharpening.

Before his eyes, the entrance began to twist and shift, transforming into a strange two-legged beast. Its muscular green body resembled that of an orc, but its head bore the terrifying visage of a Japanese Yaksha.

Standing at twelve feet tall, the beast towered over Zarek, who stood at just six feet.

Zarek's vigilance surged. His hands trembled, and his feet tapped the ground restlessly.

Noticing his own condition, Zarek's eyes widened in disbelief. He slowly raised his shaking hand, staring at it through his boundless blue pupils.

"I… I'm scared?" he muttered, stunned for a moment. Then, suddenly, he laughed, loudly and without restraint.

"I'm scared of these beasts?"

He chuckled darkly, and in the next instant, his telekinetic power burst forth, surging toward the beast in front of him.

The terrifying pressure from his Telekinesis, however, did nothing to the beast in front of him; completely unfazed was the beast as it stared intently at him with an even fiercer expression on its face.

Then, it opened its strong jaws, revealing two sharp fangs and—

ROAR!

The entire world shook in front of his roar. Waves of sonic boom destroyed the surroundings, and Zarek, who was facing these, was slightly pushed back when he faced the first wave. Then the second wave forced him to take two steps backward; however, the third wave couldn't push him at all.

"Heh." Zarek lifted himself from the ground using his Telekinesis and shot towards the beast.

The beast also stopped roaring once it saw that it no longer affected Zarek.

Then the beast raised his fist and punched at the incoming Zarek.

"Fool, you're fighting me with your fist?" Zarek sneered and punched right back at the beast.

Their fists collided, and for a brief moment, Zarek felt himself pushed back slightly. But he pushed harder.

Using almost 70% of his strength, his terrifying power overwhelmed the beast. In the next instant, bones cracked loudly, and ruptures spread across its arms. Green blood gushed out rapidly.

A cry of pain escaped the beast's mouth before it was thrown through the air, nearly disappearing into the darkness inside the temple.

But how could Zarek allow that?

He unleashed his Telekinesis, halting the beast mid-air and pulling it back before him.

Staring at the helpless beast, roaring with anger but being unable to do anything about it, Zarek's brows knitted slightly.

"I was scared of such a thing?" Zarek thought in his heart with strangeness. "Was I overly sensitive or…"

Right in front of his eyes, the beast suddenly stopped crying and looked at Zarek with bloodshot eyes.

Zarek's instinct blared in alarm as he turned around and escaped from this place. His figure turned into a blur, his muscles pumping through his body.

Every step was followed by a sonic boom as he tried to escape as far as he could without ever looking back.

At the same time, he had already preserved his bodied state in time, so even if he died, there was at least a guarantee for it.

In an instant, he was crossing a distance of two kilometers every second of the way!

Still, his instincts flared. Suddenly, a tugging force gripped him from behind.

Zarek tried to push himself forward, planting his feet firmly on the ground, but no matter how hard he struggled, there was something he couldn't resist.

A faint premonition stirred deep in his heart.

Cold sweat broke out across his skin. His clothes began slipping away, and in the blink of an eye, he was stark naked.

The ground beneath him vanished. Even when he tried to use gravity to pull himself backward, it was an extraordinary struggle.

Right before his boundless blue pupils, everything blurred and transformed into pure energy, then started moving backward.

Zarek looked behind him, and his eyes immediately widened to the limits: "That is a black hole."

That's right, behind him was a giant black hole that was engulfing everything, the expanse of space, light, sound, even time itself, all were being trapped under the black hole and being devoured.

"Damn it, damn it," he gritted his teeth.

Zarek didn't know what he would become if he were to be engulfed by the black hole.

Would he adapt fast enough? Or could he revert back to his pristine state, turning back his time enough that he could allow himself to adapt to it?

He didn't want to find out.

Every ounce of divine energy surged through his body and his body shone with a bright gold light as he tried to escape; he pushed gravity to the limits and every drop of his Telekinetic Energy.

His skin was being ripped away from his body, and Zarek couldn't adapt to the pull of the black hole at all or fast enough…