Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 61: The End of Bork

From the moment Vesperin arrived and began issuing his threats, Lucy barely spared him a glance. Her focus remained fixed on the task at hand—the mission she was determined to see through, the justice that needed to be served. Vesperin's arrogant posturing was nothing more than background noise to her.

As Zeus and Vesperin exchanged words, Lucy's attention remained squarely on Bork. She noticed his subtle movements, the way his body tensed as if preparing to flee. He was trying to wiggle free from her grasp, a cowardly move that only fueled her growing anger.

"You dare to run?" Lucy's voice cut through the air like a blade, her tone laced with icy contempt. Her eyes narrowed, locking onto Bork with a gaze that promised retribution. She could see the fear etched across his face, his earlier bravado now completely shattered.

Bork's eyes widened in terror, his body trembling as he realized there was no escape. "Please... don't..." he stammered, desperation dripping from his voice. He turned his gaze toward Vesperin, his last hope, and shouted, "Vesperin, save me!"

Vesperin's eyes widened in horror as he watched Lucy prepare to deliver the finishing blow to Bork. Panic surged through him, and his composed facade crumbled in an instant.

"Don't you dare!" he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his desperation. He turned to the corpse puppet standing loyally by his side, his tone frantic as he barked the command, "Kill her! Now!"

The corpse puppet responded immediately, surging forward with a burst of unnatural speed, its twisted form hurtling toward Lucy like a grotesque missile. Its movements were jerky yet disturbingly swift, every intention set on tearing Lucy apart.

But before the puppet could close the distance, Zeus acted. With a fluid motion, he stepped in front of Lucy, his eyes narrowing with calculated precision.

There was no hesitation, no wasted movement. In a blur of speed, he unleashed a devastating punch, his fist connecting with the puppet's decayed torso with a bone-crunching force.

The impact was thunderous, reverberating through the cavern. The corpse puppet was sent hurtling through the air, its trajectory a direct line back to Vesperin. Zeus's lips curled into a smirk as he watched the puppet sail toward its master, a clear statement of superiority.

Vesperin barely had time to react. His eyes widened further, disbelief etched across his features as he saw his prized puppet flying back toward him.

The puppet slammed into Vesperin with a sickening thud, the force of the collision driving them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Vesperin groaned, the wind knocked out of him, his earlier bravado shattered as he lay beneath the weight of his own creation.

Meanwhile, Lucy, undeterred by the chaos around her, focused all her fury into her final strike. Her eyes locked onto Bork's terrified expression, a cold determination hardening her features.

"This is for all the innocent lives you've destroyed," she hissed, her voice a low growl, as she drove her fist into Bork's chest. The impact was immediate, but Lucy wasn't finished. She channeled her mana, activating her Eruption skill with a deadly precision.

For a brief moment, Bork's eyes widened in shock and horror as he felt the power surging through his body, and then, in an instant, he was gone.

The explosion that followed was both deafening and blinding. Bork's body disintegrated, reduced to nothing but ash that scattered in the wind, leaving only his head behind—a grim trophy of Lucy's unyielding resolve.

From across the cavern, Vesperin watched in horror as his subordinate was obliterated before his eyes. "No!" he screamed, his voice breaking with disbelief and fury. The sound echoed through the cave, but it was powerless to reverse what had just happened.

Zeus, watching the scene with a calm, almost casual demeanor, let a satisfied smile creep across his face. He turned to Lucy, nodding in approval. "Nice work," he said, his tone carrying a hint of admiration mixed with the usual cool detachment.

Lucy didn't respond, her expression remaining hard and focused. She walked over to the remains of Bork, her movements deliberate.

Without a word, she bent down, grabbed Bork's severed head, and placed it into her spatial pouch. The silence between them was heavy, but Zeus didn't seem to mind.

After a moment, Zeus spoke again, his tone steady and confident. "Our mission is complete. You should take some time to go deeper into the volcano and cultivate. I'll handle Vesperin."

Lucy paused, turning to look at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of uncertainty. Seeing none, she simply nodded. "Fine," she replied, her voice cool and direct.

Zeus watched her, his expression unreadable. "Don't worry," he added, his tone light but with an undercurrent of assurance. "I've got this."

Lucy's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer. She had seen his strength during the test, witnessed his incredible speed just now. Even though he was still at the one-star level, there was something about Zeus that made her believe he was far more powerful than he let on.

"Alright," she finally said, her voice softer, almost resigned. With that, she turned and headed deeper into the volcano, her focus shifting to the task of cultivation.

As Lucy disappeared from sight, Vesperin, who had just struggled to his feet, was shaking with rage. His eyes blazed with fury as he locked onto Zeus, barely able to contain his anger.

"Do you even realize what you've done?" Vesperin spat, his voice trembling, more from rage than fear.

Zeus's smirk widened, his expression cool and utterly unbothered. "What have I done?" he repeated mockingly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Enlighten me, will you? After all, I'm just a commoner. We're not exactly known for our brains, right?"

Vesperin's face contorted with fury, his pride taking a direct hit from Zeus's taunts. "You insolent fool!" he snapped, his voice rising as his composure crumbled. "You have no idea who you're dealing with!"

Zeus tilted his head slightly, his smirk never faltering. "Oh, I think I do," he replied lazily, as if the whole situation bored him. "But remind me again—was I supposed to be scared of you? Because so far, I'm not feeling it."

Vesperin's fists clenched, his knuckles white with the effort. "Damn you!" he shouted, his voice breaking under the weight of his frustration and rage.

Zeus chuckled, the sound low and mocking. "You'll have to do better than that," he said, his voice laced with contempt. "But hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'll try to act scared next time."

Vesperin's fury reached a boiling point, his entire body trembling with the intensity of his emotions. But all Zeus did was stand there, calm, collected, and completely in control, as if the whole confrontation was just another trivial game.