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

Mirabella gritted her teeth, her face pale. The sheer force of the mountain, its immense weight compounded by the acceleration of gravity, was terrifying.

Even a Telekinetic Paragon would be powerless against such a mass. Sure, with their reflexes, they could dodge an attack like this, it was too slow to threaten them directly, but dodging wasn't the issue here.

They had a base to protect. If the mountain struck, everything, its structures, people, and the fragile barrier of darkness, would be obliterated.

Time was running out. She had to act.

"Mirabella, you're forgetting," the Mythos priest said quietly from her side, his voice steady despite the looming doom. "You're a demi-god now."

Mirabella glanced once more at the Mythos priest, her expression darkening, her voice growing softer.

"…You're right," she murmured, barely audible.

In the skies above, the descending mountain ignited, transforming into a blazing comet as it hurtled toward the temple.

At the final moment, Mirabella closed her eyes. She reached deep within, calling upon the last remnants of Divine Energy coursing through her body, melding it with the Telekinetic energy of a Grandmaster.

The prayers of humanity had abandoned her, but she still retained her divinity.

And then, just as the comet closed the distance, a mere ten kilometers from impact, her eyes snapped open, glowing with radiant gold.

The comet froze mid-air, suspended in the sky like a god's halted judgment.

Shimmering golden strands cascaded from her eyes as she extended her hand, a golden spear materializing in her grip. At the same time, her body became encased in radiant golden armor.

A flicker of red light ignited at the tip of the spear, illuminating the surroundings with an eerie brilliance.

Mirabella closed her eyes once more, falling into complete and utter silence.

In that moment, she was drawing power from the Daemoncles dimension. Having merged with the Mythos bloodline, its dominance now unquestioned, she naturally inherited the same boon granted to the entire race: access to the power of Daemoncles dimension.

The Damocles dimension was a dimension filled with lava and nothing else, there was not a single soul in sight.

But the bubbling hotness from the lava felt very familiar to Mirabella, it was like the previous scene when she met the Mythos God.

"This is a little strange," she thought with her brows knitted, couldn't help wondering, "Is the Mythos God also here?"

Even if the Mythos God was here, she couldn't do anything about it, but it was helpful to know about it in the future.

For now, every second that she breathed in this realm, she was also drawing power from it.

This was how the Mythos race gained power from these dimensions. The longer one stayed, the more power they could draw from there, and it was no easy task to draw power from the realm.

And the creature who first entered this realm also gains a special power…

"I have gained the power of fire." Mirabella carefully sensed the change in her body, and her eyes lit up with excitement.

The time outside didn't move when she was inside here, so there was no hurry for her.

After some time, her skin started to blister, and an invisible pressure pressed on her body from every side, making even a twitch of her muscles hard to move.

"My body can't endure it."

With a sigh, her vision changed to the incoming meteor, and she pointed her palm at it again with an extremely fierce expression on her face.

Although the mountain meteor seemed to halt in place, Zarek's Telekinesis was constantly pressing it from behind, and the halting meteor was continuing on its path again.

"Hmph." Mirabella sneered. She pointed with her spear again, and a fireball escaped from the tip, shooting forward to match the momentum of the mountain meteor.

At the same time, the spear, made purely of her divine energy, also shot forward. The two spiraled in the air before gradually merging together to attack the mountain meteorite.

In one smooth motion, the flaming divine spear collided with the mountain meteorite. Cracks spiderwebbed across the massive stone, and it teetered on the verge of shattering.

Zarek, hovering mid-air, frowned. This wasn't part of his plan. If the mountain broke apart now, it would lose much of its destructive power—barely a threat to the temple below.

With a grunt of effort, he surged more Telekinetic energy into the meteor, trying to hold it together.

Then, he ignited his mutated ability:

Gravity.

In an instant, the mountain, momentarily suspended, resumed its descent, this time plummeting faster than ever, accelerated by an unnatural force.

Mirabella and the Mythos priest could only stare, their eyes wide with despair.

The mountain-sized meteorite crashed down with brutal force, splitting the earth with a deafening crack.

A shockwave tore outward, leveling everything in its path. Trees were uprooted like weeds, ancient stone shattered, and a choking cloud of dust and debris surged into the sky, blotting out the sun.

In mere moments, the heart of the forest had been transformed into a vast, smoldering crater.

"Twenty-five-fold gravity is no joke," Zarek sneered, eyes locked on the devastation below.

Still, he didn't believe for a second that it was over. Mirabella and that damned Mythos priest, Zarek knew better than to assume they'd fall so easily. The odds of eliminating them with just this attack were infinitesimal.

And, just as he expected, movement stirred in the ruin.

Two figures shot from the crater, trailing smoke and divine aura.

One was the golden-haired woman, her armor scorched but gleaming, now flaring with a radiant wing of pure golden light.

The other familiar creature: a hulking creature with the muscled frame of an orc and the fierce, primal face of a yaksha. However, its height was taller and its demeanour was completely different than that being who made Zarek run for the money with a black hole.

They both were looking at Zarek with the utmost serious expression.

"Why so serious? You should have some chill in your life," Zarek replied with a joking tone.

"You…" the Mythos priest's tone was filled with anger, but Mirabella stopped him with her palm.

"Zarek, I do not want to be your enemy," she spoke with a gentle tone.

"Ho?" Zarek was intrigued when he heard this; his brows couldn't help but raise in surprise. "Are you telling me that after you imprisoned me, you're saying you do not want to be my enemy?"

"That's right," Mirabella said with an innocent voice.

Zarek clenched his fist, feeling fury rise in his chest, but after some time, he was able to calm his urges. His clenched fist loosened.

His expression was extremely cold, but he didn't reply to her.

Keeping tight lips while staring right into her eyes.

He was a little curious what she thought of to deal with him.

Because he knew that she knew there was absolutely no way to stop him. Whatever she threw at him would be directly adapted by Zarek.

So what could Mirabella do about it?

"Cat got your tongue? Why are you not speaking?" Mirabella said, grinning with an all-knowing smile, as if everything was playing under her palm.

Zarek's eyes narrowed slightly; he could feel a subtle difference around her.

The mana was bending around her, not only mana but everything, from air to earth. It was as if they were obeying her will.

"You know, when I first saw your ability, I could only despair. But now…" Mirabella looked straight at Zarek and narrowed her eyes.

In an instant, Zarek felt a cold chill down his spine. He threw a punch at the spot where Mirabella had just been—but she vanished and reappeared right before him, meeting his fist head-on.

Boom!

Zarek grunted, the force driving him backward several meters. His eyes burned with disbelief. He was confident in having the strongest physique, how could Mirabella possibly match that?

But she didn't relent. She followed up immediately with another punch.

He gritted his teeth:

"I don't believe it."

Zarek's body, already golden, radiated an even brighter light as divine energy surged through him. His raw strength multiplied several times over as he slammed his fist into Mirabella's incoming blow.

The two fists collided again, this time, Zarek won outright.

Mirabella was flung backward.

But Zarek didn't pursue her. Instead, he stared at his fist, deep in thought.

"Her strength was formidable before, yet it wasn't enough to overpower me. So how did I lose the last duel?" The question nagged at him.

"Zarek… I have to commend you," Mirabella said, shaking her head with a hint of dismissal. "I was terrified of you, an undying warrior who grows stronger. But now that I have become a Demi-god, it's not so easy."

"Really?" Zarek asked with a tilt of his head, grinning.

"Yeah, really. There are many ways that I can suppress you; the world obeys my Will." Mirabella's expression was extremely cold.

Zarek obviously didn't listen to her nonsense. His figure shot forward while she was talking, and at the end of the speech, he was right in front of her with his glowing golden body as he fisted her right in the cheek, sending her directly to the wasteland below.

"Hmph, Demi-god? More like an ant. No, it would be a humiliation to an ant. You are as weak as a feather. Once I am done with you, I promise you, I will give you the most miserable death."

Then Zarek turned towards the Mythos priest, who was looking at the scene with terror.