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

As Mirabella mumbled incoherent words, her body slowly began to hover, lifting off the ground.

Then, a crimson light enveloped her.

Her vision shifted, she now found herself in a blurry red world.

Though everything around her was barely visible, the intense heat of the place prickled her skin, making her flinch over and over.

She was flabbergasted, stunned into disbelief, when she felt her skin begin to burn.

How could this be happening?

That was the only thought in her mind as she looked around, heart filled with confusion.

She had long surpassed the realm of normal sensation; fire or ice meant nothing to her. Even if she were drenched in kerosene and set ablaze, she would remain untouched.

But now… her skin burned?

These sensations made her realize just how terrifying the surrounding heat truly was.

Or… was she simply weaker than she thought?

As a storm of doubts flickered through Mirabella's mind, a deep voice suddenly echoed, low and guttural, almost like a growl:

"Are you the new saint of our race?"

Mirabella instinctively trembled. A strange compulsion to worship the voice gripped her heart. She quickly bowed her head, lips quivering as she replied:

"Y-Yes, milord."

"Oh? I see. Interesting."

The voice rumbled back, laced with amusement: "You've already shed your mortal shell, impressive, truly impressive. But still not enough, not enough to defeat humanity, unfortunately."

Mirabella's golden pupils flickered with confusion when she heard these. She was a Demi-god, a level that wasn't even known by herself when she was the priestess of humanity, one of the strongest in the human race, and this Mythos God was saying that it would not be able to defeat the humans?

This was simply incomprehensible to her; after all, to her understanding, there was no one at her level among the humans.

Her previous strength was already comparable to the top of humanity, although she wasn't exactly overpowered and couldn't easily beat Telekinetic Paragon.

With the combination of the vast divine energy of humanity and her own Grandmaster-level Telekinetic power, Mirabella could easily overpower even Telekinetic Paragon.

But this Mythos God claimed that humanity was still winning?

It made no sense to her.

Aside from the Human God, the Dragon God, or perhaps the Supreme Dragon Emperor, Mirabella couldn't imagine losing to anyone, especially now that she had shed her mortal shell.

Then the deep voice echoed again, this time right beside her ear:

"Are you confused?"

"Yes," Mirabella answered truthfully, without hesitation.

"Do not underestimate the human race," the Mythos God warned.

"You've only seen the surface, the empire you dealt with. But beyond that, there are hidden masters everywhere. Not just the Telekinetic Paragon, but others, beings who have already taken steps toward godhood. Beings like you."

Mirabella's golden pupils trembled. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"How is that possible?" she blurted out, her voice rising with disbelief.

"It is true," the Mythos God replied, his voice now deeper, almost echoing with finality.

"Believe it or not, they remained hidden because you were humanity's figurehead. But now that you've merged with the Mythos bloodline, the human race has completely turned its back on you."

"You must have felt it, the flow of human fate no longer gathers around you."

"Th… that's right," Mirabella whispered, her voice trembling with realization. Even though she had carefully manipulated her image to draw human fate toward herself, now, she felt nothing.

"Is this because of the Human God?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

"No," the Mythos God replied, almost amused:

"This is because of the hidden human masters."

"Did you truly believe you were drawing the fate of the entire human race? The human race is vast, far beyond your imagination. Had you actually taken on all their fate, you would've self-destructed within a month."

"You never gathered the entire human race's fate, only a portion of it were you allowed to draw from.."

"Huh?"

Mirabella froze.

The Mythos God's words echoed in her mind like thunder.

If what he said was true… then her entire existence—her rise, her power, her faith—had all been illusions carefully crafted by others.

A terrifying realization gripped her.

She had never truly been in control.

"That's right, Mirabella," the Mythos God continued, his voice like a cold wind against her spine: "With your fall, the hidden human masters have been alerted. Soon, they will resurface and they will come to hunt you down."

"This… this…" An instinctive fear surged through her, primal and suffocating.

"But do not fear," the voice rumbled again. "The Mythos race is strong and we are no longer alone. We've allied with other powerful races, forging a united front against humanity. And you, Mirabella, you will be our first step."

"Thank you, Mythos God." Mirabella lowered her head and then slammed it against the ground. Again. And again.

With each impact, the searing heat scorched her skin, burning away layers of flesh until even her organs shimmered beneath the exposed surface.

The pain was unimaginable but she did not stop.

But deep within her eyes, beneath the mask of devotion, a strange glint flickered. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there.

"There's no need for such pleasantries," the Mythos God said, his voice now laced with warmth. "You are the first to successfully merge the Mythos bloodline with the purest strain of human lineage. Your potential is limitless and I will protect you."

As his words faded into the burning air, a radiant crimson orb materialized before the kneeling Mirabella.

"Raise your head," Mythos god continued.

"This orb, if you break it, will allow you to draw directly from my power. But this is your only chance. I cannot act freely, the Human God or the Dragon God may sense me if I interfere too much."

Mirabella slowly lifted her head, blood trailing down her charred forehead. She stared at the glowing orb, its surface pulsing like a living heart.

She reached out and took it, holding it in her hands, eyes narrowing as she studied it closely, thoughtful, calculating.

A moment of silence.

"You may leave now."

Swish!

Mirabella returned to the darkness again, the golden orb hovering before her as she sat cross-legged on the mattress.

"What did the Mythos God say?" the Mythos priest asked, curiosity lacing his voice.

Without hesitation, she told the truth, revealing everything about her condition and state.

"So, you will be the one to lead us now?"

"Yes," Mirabella answered. For some reason, the priest's voice sounded cold. Though she maintained a clueless expression on the surface, she knew exactly what he was feeling and could only sneer inwardly.

After all, she had taken his job.

"Hmph. Even if I'm part of another race now, I'm still on top. Do those Gods really think we're just pawns they can move at will? I will break free from this fate once and for all." Her arms, hidden within her sleeves, tightened with determination.

Suddenly, a thought struck her. Mirabella's golden eyes drifted outside the mountain, fixing on the man who had caused all her misery.

The reason she had to betray humanity.

The reason she was forced to join this lowly Mythos race.

The reason she would now be hunted by people she didn't even know existed.

Zarek!

Her hatred could barely be contained, but as her gaze looked around, she couldn't spot Zarek.

"Eh?" She was stunned on the spot, puzzled in her heart. "He is nowhere to be seen."

Mirabella was definitely confused when she saw not even a shadow of Zarek anywhere. She couldn't help but think, 'Has he escaped already?'

But then her eyes widened violently.

A shadow covered the entire broken temple. From its faint outline, anyone could already guess what it was…

A flipping mountain!

Towering above the ruined temple stood a giant mountain, terrifyingly huge. Beneath its shadow stood another presence.

A tall man, hands raised as if carrying the entire weight of the mountain itself.

And he was absolutely doing just that.

This man was Zarek. His long golden hair fluttered in the wind, and his blue pupils fixed on the shattered temple with a sneer.

"Let's see if this darkness can be crushed under the weight of a mountain."

Zarek stretched, flexing his muscles and summoning every ounce of strength in his body. With a powerful tilt, he shifted the mountain and then shoved it hard.

The massive mountain thundered downward, tearing through the air as it crashed toward the ruins of the temple in a single, devastating swoosh.

Mirabella, watching intently, froze in place. Her golden pupils locked onto the descending mountain, fear flickering through her eyes.

"This bastard really threw a mountain at us!" she cried out, extending a hand to try to stop the mountain's descent. Violent gusts of wind whipped around her, attempting to push the mountain back—but gravity's pull was too strong. Even with four raging storms pushing against it, the mountain wouldn't budge.

"Follow me, outside!" Mirabella shouted to the priest.

They hurried out of the darkness together. The Mythos priest swallowed hard, terror filling his eyes as he stared at the giant, burning mountain hurtling down.

"If that mountain lands, this whole place will be destroyed."

"You don't need to tell me." She rolled her eyes, "Do you know of a way that you can defend against it?"

"I don't know." the Mythos priest said, shuttering hard.

"Hmph." Mirabella looked at the descending mountain and narrowed her eyes.

It was mere moments away from descending and causing an apocalypse here… it will definitely do so.