Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Lucas smirked, satisfied with his subtle manipulation of the system. "So, tell me, what kind of technique are we talking about here?" he asked, his curiosity now fully engaged.

The system responded with a smug, almost playful tone, clearly enjoying the moment. [Oh, you're going to love this one,] it began, drawing out the suspense.

[This technique is so incredible, so powerful, that you can control not just one, but numerous clones simultaneously.] The system's voice oozed with self-satisfaction, as if it was relishing in Lucas's anticipation.

It paused, letting the suspense build further, before continuing with a touch of arrogance. [And here's the best part—it works from a very long distance. No need to stick close to your clones. You could be miles away, and they'd still move like extensions of your own body.]

Lucas's smile widened, his interest now fully piqued by the system's boastful delivery. "That does sound impressive. So, what's the name of this technique?" he asked, leaning in slightly as if trying to coax the answer out of the system.

The system, clearly enjoying its moment of superiority, finally revealed the name with a flourish. [The technique is called Divine Clone,] it declared, its tone dripping with pride as if it had just unveiled a masterpiece.

Lucas's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Divine Clone, huh? Sounds like something only the gods would use," he mused, prompting the system to elaborate further.

The system, eager to flaunt its knowledge, responded with an almost mocking tone, as if it were stating the obvious.

[Exactly! This is a divine technique, after all. Usually reserved for the gods themselves, but you're lucky enough to have me, so you get access to it as well.] It practically preened, basking in its own glory.

Lucas nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the gravity of what the system was telling him. "So, how exactly does this Divine Clone technique work?" he asked, his curiosity laced with a hint of wariness.

He was eager to understand the mechanics behind such an extraordinary ability, but the implications of splitting his soul left him cautious.

The system, ever eager to flaunt its knowledge, began to explain with an air of superiority. [The foundation of this technique is intricately linked to the soul,] it started, its tone almost condescending, as if explaining something to a child.

[What it does is splice your soul into numerous pieces, and each of these pieces can be sent to a doll, a golem, or even a living being, transforming them into your clones.] The system paused, letting the weight of its words sink in before continuing with a smug tone.

[Although it's called a clone, it's far more advanced than that. Think of it as having a second body—fully independent, fully capable, and fully you.]

Lucas was momentarily stunned, his mind racing to comprehend the full implications of the technique. The concept was incredible, but the idea of splitting his soul triggered a surge of uncertainty.

"But doesn't that involve splitting my soul? Won't that have negative effects on me?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. The very thought of damaging his soul made him uneasy.

The system, detecting his hesitation, responded with a tone that was almost mocking in its assurance. [Oh, please. Negative effects? You're underestimating the power of divine techniques,] it chided, almost laughing at the idea.

[If this were some lowly, mortal technique, sure, your soul would be at risk. The soul, after all, is the foundation of life. But this is a divine technique. It will split your soul perfectly, without any negative repercussions. You should know better than to doubt something on this level.]

Lucas felt his concerns begin to ease, the system's arrogance strangely comforting in this instance. He smiled, the allure of the technique beginning to outweigh his previous doubts. "I see. That really is amazing," he admitted, his excitement returning. "So, how do I begin?"

[Simple,] the system replied, as if the answer were obvious. [I'll import the technique directly into your mind.] The tone was casual, as if bestowing such power was no more significant than handing over a trinket.

Within moments, Lucas felt a rush of knowledge flood into his mind. The intricacies of the Divine Clone technique unraveled before him, each detail more impressive than the last.

He marveled at the complexity and power of the divine technique, feeling a sense of awe at what he now possessed.

However, one question lingered in his mind, a curiosity that needed satisfying. "How does the system know this technique but didn't know about other divine scriptures? I had to copy all those cultivation manuals manually," he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and mild suspicion.

The system's response was both shameless and proud. [Ah, that's because the Divine Clone technique was part of the same package as the Divine Mask. It was already in the system, just waiting for the right moment to be unlocked. I'm not just any system, you know. I'm far more complex and—dare I say—ingenious than you might think.]

Lucas sighed, slightly amused by the system's self-congratulatory attitude. The thought of other potential techniques lurking within the system crossed his mind, but for now, he pushed it aside. The new ability he had just acquired was too incredible to dwell on what might come later.

The Divine Clone technique was beyond anything he had imagined. It would allow him to split his soul into numerous pieces, each inhabiting a doll, golem, or even a living being.

These weren't just mere clones—they were real, living entities, capable of acting with full autonomy. The most significant advantage was that, even if his main body were to perish, his soul would remain intact within the other bodies, effectively granting him multiple lives.

Despite the excitement, one nagging question lingered in Lucas's mind. He hesitated before voicing it, his tone cautious. "But if I die... will my soul be broken and damaged?"

The system responded with an air of confidence, almost as if it were rolling its eyes at Lucas's concerns. [Yes, your soul will be damaged—technically. But don't forget about me,] it added with a tone that was both reassuring and slightly condescending.

Lucas frowned, puzzled by the system's cryptic reply. "What do you mean by that?"

The system seemed almost amused by his confusion, as if explaining something obvious. [The Divine Clone technique involves linking your soul to an object. Now, tell me, isn't the Divine Mask an object?] it asked, its tone dripping with smugness.

Realization began to dawn on Lucas, but the system wasn't done yet. [And what happens to Divine Masks when the user dies? They return to the system, of course! Which means,]

The system continued with a hint of triumph, [that your soul would never be truly broken. It's safe, sound, and ready to be used again whenever you need it.]

Lucas's confusion melted away, replaced by a broad smile. The system's logic was not only sound but also offered a layer of protection he hadn't considered. It was a clever loophole, one that ensured his survival even in the worst-case scenario.

"You really thought of everything, didn't you?" Lucas said, his tone both impressed and amused.

[Naturally,] the system replied, sounding almost smug. [I am, after all, the most brilliant system ever created.]

Lucas chuckled, finally at ease. The system's arrogance was oddly comforting, and its solutions were undeniably effective. "Then let's do it," Lucas declared, his voice firm with determination. "I'm ready to master the Divine Clone technique."

The system responded with a self-satisfied tone. [That's more like it. Let's get started.]

With his doubts laid to rest, Lucas prepared himself to take the next step on his journey, confident that with the system's guidance, he was well on his way to mastering powers that were nothing short of divine.

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