My Copy System: I Can Copy Abilities Through intimacy
Chapter 23: Zarynth 2: Elders At My Feet

Chapter 23: Zarynth 2: Elders At My Feet

"I have an idea..." he smirked, unbothered.

"How about—rather than just using you all as food—I use you all as entertainment for starters?"

’Those auras... those demonic eyes’, Kealion thought. ’It all correlates with what Allen said. Is this really a god in flesh’

He shook his head, pushing away the thought. Cracking his neck with a sharp twist, his gaze caught the pitch of the night—not dark, but black—stained under the devilish aura.

’This is my kingdom. And you’re not trespassing without a fight.’

He stomped his leg against the floor, hatred flaring in his furious gaze. His muscles began to enlarge—tripling in size—veins bulging as his body broadened. Yet he still looked fit, as though this were his natural form.

Raising a single finger high above his chest and pointing to the sky—it was a silent signal.

And at once, the Elders leapt into the air, their target locked: Zarynth.

But that chunky smile never left his face.

He scanned the airborne warriors, counting with his finger.

"One, two... five against one—"

"Don’t forget me," Lilitu grinned, rising from the ground. Her bones cracked and snapped into place as they reassembled. Regenerating. Her eyes burned with pure rage.

"You killed my little prince!" Thalvron roared from afar, his limbs fusing and his body regenerating. He bulked up like Kealion, swelling with strength.

"You’ll pay."

"I’m your nightmare!" Elara cried out, shaking off a shiver as she took the stance of a fearless warrior.

’I’ll fight by Lilitu’s side, she thought.’

"Interesting. Very interesting..." Zarynth smirked with a wild smile, adopting a loose, unguarded stance, his eyes locked on the Elders as they approached.

Then, in a whisper, his eyes darkened, and his tail pointed to the sky. From its tip, a wave of dark aura blasted out.

"Ominpush."

At first, just a small orb of darkness shrouded his tail. But then—it erupted. The orb expanded in a wide radius, releasing only the sound of a gentle breeze.

But the effect was anything but gentle.

It was like a god’s breath—silent, invisible, and overwhelming. The pressure crushed their souls, blasting them backwards.

"Arghhh!" they screamed in pain before even hitting the ground.

But Kealion didn’t budge. His massive weight kept him grounded, his legs buried deep into the earth as he strained to move forward.

Thalvron too resisted. His body remained rooted, catching Lilitu midair as she was thrown back by the wind.

"Let’s get revenge," he growled, taking her hand. His eyes burned with fury, locked onto Zarynth like he’d stolen the world from him.

"Yes," Lilitu roared, her body fluttering like a flag in the demonic wind but held firm in Thalvron’s grip.

"A kill for a kill."

Thalvron opened a swirling dark-mist portal behind them and let go of his grounded stance. They vanished through it, reappearing inside the unaffected zone around Zarynth.

Now standing behind him, Thalvron throw a hammering fist as Lilitu sat atop his shoulder.

Zarynth caught the mighty strike with a casual flick of his finger behind him.

"Cheaters," he smirked.

But Lilitu and Thalvron had more than just brute force.

Lilitu leapt from Thalvron’s shoulder with a feint kick—Zarynth fell for it, punching upward. She ducked through the opening, landing gracefully in a low cat stance.

Zarynth’s tail flared at her, but Thalvron caught it in midair. With his other hand, he transformed his defended punch into a crushing grip on Zarynth’s arm—giving Lilitu the opening she needed.

Her claws shot out, and she struck the area above where she guessed his heart should be.

But a scratch barely appeared.

"What...?" Lilitu’s grin faded, but she continued striking the same spot with blurring speed.

’This... this is impossible. But at least... a wound for my mother’s death!’ she screamed in thought, each strike packing more fury.

Zarynth lowered his arm and giggled uncontrollably, eyes turned to the sky.

"That tickles... that tickles... ahahaha!" he laughed, tapping his feet like a playful child.

Exhausted, Lilitu stopped—her breath ragged, chest rising.

"Already tired?" Zarynth smirked.

He had willing allowed both of them feel like they had the beast of him.

"Then die."

His tail swung, the pulling force ripped Thalvron’s arm from his shoulder like a doll’s limb.

Lilitu ducked the tail sweep, dragging her hand across her sharp fang. She spilled blood onto Zarynth’s body.

"Blood Curse," she whispered.

The blood began to glow red on Zarynth’s body, also the ancient tattoo on her chest.

"Burn."

From a single splash of blood, fire engulfed him like an inferno, flames rising like a sacrificial offering.

"Wooo..." Zarynth exhaled sharply, and the wind from his mouth snuffed the fire out completely.

No burn marks. No ash. No scent of smoke.

’What the f—’ Lilitu screamed in her mind, caution washing over her like ice.

Thalvron took over, spraying blood from his severed shoulder onto Zarynth.

He activated his own power.

"Blood Curse!" he roared, dropping Zarynth’s arm he held—though Zarynth didn’t seem to care.

The blood turned pure black—not red—on Zarynth’s skin.

"Fools," Zarynth roared, slamming a fully charged punch at Thalvron’s face.

But Thalvron remained calm—and that calmness meant something to Lilitu.

He clapped.

And instantly, he swapped positions with Zarynth—his punch hitting empty space behind them.

Together, Lilitu and Thalvron delivered massive, rapid strikes to his back.

Zarynth turned to face them, slowly. His anger swelled.

"You’ve overused your opportunity. Food is for entertainment. Not battle."

His tail moved with blinding speed—so fast even they couldn’t react.

It slashed a large portion of their bodies, nearly splitting them in two from the waist.

"Urgh..." they screamed, barely dodging the full impact as they fell backward.

Thalvron opened a portal behind them, escaping to safety while their bodies began regenerating.

"Ominipull," Zarynth commanded.

The winds that once blasted now reversed—pulling everything back toward him.

"Damn it..." Amaterasu growled, spiraling in the air, struggling to keep her eyes on Zarynth.

His tail was already poised for a final finishing strike.

"Do something, Kealion!" Caelen roared, his life flashing before his eyes again. He was powerless, even the wind bent to Zarynth’s will.

Kealion, still being pulled, had his legs buried deep in the earth. The trail from his dragged steps marked his struggle.

’I’ve seen monsters before... but this... this aura...’ he thought, planting his hands in the ground.

He raised four walls of earth around Zarynth, enclosing him with only the top left open.

Still, the wind pulled them in.

Maxen—the Luminary of Water Wisdom—landed first, feet balanced with precision. He ran up the earth tower with water bursting from his soles.

At the top, he leapt high, palms stretched forward over the enclosure’s shadow.

"Ionic Water... Estuarine Ocean."

Water poured from his palms like pressurized taps—his aura forming the very tide—flooding Zarynth inside the stone tower.

Amaterasu followed, climbing the wall with flame-boosted steps. Her breathing was heavy, sweat trailing her temples—not from battle, but from the crushing aura that filled the arena.

She vaulted over the open top, a compressed orb of flame forming at the tip of her blade.

"This better work," she smirked, hurling the orb with a single swing.

BOOM.

The sound and effect of the explosion were massive—echoing beyond the walls and shaking the entire earth as if another planet had crashed into it. The stone walls that contained the water shattered apart, dust veiling the arena in a blinding haze. Electricity, born from the union of flame and ion-charged water, crackled in the dust as the pulling wind ceased, dropping everyone to the ground.

"Did it work?" Elara asked, peering into the smoke, a prayer trembling in her heart.

But the way the earth vibrated beneath her feet said otherwise.

A minute of calm passed through the thick, hot air. The moonlight failed against the dark aura now saturating the sky. Grasses withered under its pressure. Hearts pounded across the battlefield as every eye stared into the dusty void, silently awaiting an answer.

Then—terror returned.

A black silhouette emerged as the dust cleared, revealing Zarynth’s monstrous form—untouched, not a single burn mark on him. Beneath him, the ground had sunken into a pit deeper and wider than a grave for a hundred men.

"Tch... that didn’t even scratch him," Kealion whispered in despair. Hope was gone—but responsibility remained.

"You’re all dead," he roared, breathless. It wasn’t a curse. It was a motivation.

"I’m dead... I’m dead... I’m dead..."

The words echoed in the minds of every warrior. They stood—not to live, but to die on their own terms. Their auras turned black—not from any spell or chant—but from the adrenaline of staring death in the face.

And one by one—they charged.

Caelen lunged first, flying with wind-shrouded arms and gales erupting from his feet like rockets.

BOOM!

The force met Zarynth’s palm—but instead of blasting Zarynth away, Caelen was overpowered and hurled back. Zarynth dashed forward, gripping Caelen’s leg midair and slamming him into the ground on both sides like a raging gorilla.

"Weakling," he purred, flinging Caelen into the sky.

Maxen charged in next, water-powered flash steps blasting from his feet. He clapped, eyes locked on Zarynth.

"Hydro Cocoon," he whispered.

Two gigantic hands of water appeared beside Zarynth and, with Maxen’s command, crashed in from both sides, spiraling into a liquid cage with no base.

"Drown," he breathed.

The water came alive, penetrating even the smallest pores—nostrils, sweat glands, ears—seeking any path inward.

Air bubbles floated up inside the cocoon. But they didn’t last long.

"Black Mind," Zarynth whispered, bobbling rising from his mouth.

Maxen froze—mind blank. He couldn’t remember his name, let alone control his powers and the water cocoon shattered to nothingness.

"Where am I...?" he murmured, staring at his hands.

Zarynth walked toward him and offered a chilling smile.

"I don’t know... but I know where you’re going."

One swift motion of Zarynth’s hand.

THUD.

Maxen’s head hit the ground. Dead.

"Afterlife," Zarynth smirked, kicking the body aside like a discarded sack of flesh, continuing his forward stroll.

"Maxen...no...!" Amaterasu cried bitterly.

She followed with fury in her eyes, her blade ignited and embers dancing around her. She swung at Zarynth’s neck, but he caught the blade mid-air, twisted it, and with a flick, disarmed her.

The blade flew away like a traitor to Amaterasu.

Frozen, breathless, Amaterasu stood paralyzed as Zarynth gently placed his left hand on her right shoulder. His right hand pulled back—claws out, eyes merciless.

"Let me give you something... better than fear," he whispered.

SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH.

"Arrghh!"

She couldn’t even scream—the pain so immense it locked her voice. He stabbed her shoulder three times, chunks of flesh tearing free with each thrust, warm blood crawling down her skin.

"Enough!" Kealion roared, diving in from the sky, his fists clasped like a gorilla ready to crush.

Zarynth shoved Amaterasu aside. She fell like a statue, frozen—eyes wide, only her thighs twitching.

’Revelation has begun,’ she thought, tears streaming down her face.

"Didn’t they teach you Earth Wielders don’t dance in the sky?" Zarynth barked.

Before Kealion could land a blow, Zarynth caught him by his thick, four-inch wide co*k, and slammed him into the ground—again and again.

But Kealion didn’t resist. If he did his dignity would be seprated from him. He let his body follow the momentum, using it to anchor himself. His veins bulged. Pain screamed through his form. And the king wept—tears striking the ground between each brutal impact.

ZAP!

Lightning struck.

A streak of red lightning blasted from above, striking both Kealion and Zarynth. For the first time—Zarynth flinched.

He took a step back, releasing his grip.

’Sorry, Kealion,’ Allen thought, dropping Natasha from his back with a twisted grin.

’That was for the punches you gave me. Just making things fair.’

"You...!" Zarynth roared, hand clutching his head in pain.

"You must be the father of my fifth personality. You planted that seed in Lilitu, didn’t you?"

His voice trembled with terror—for the first time on that blackened night.

Allen’s Hell’s Lightning was SSS-Ranked—but not like the others.

While others wielded SSS-Rank powers by peak measure, Allen’s abilities had average-based tiers. For instance; If Amaterasu had SS-Rank fire ability, Allen’s equal version would be SS/2, meaning S-Rank.

So for his lightning in the version of Amaterasu, its rank was the normally SSS-Rank × 2 = SSSSSS-Ranked.

"Sorry," Allen smirked, eyes lit with violent purpose.

"I came to end you, not chat."

Zarynth dropped into an actual fighting stance—for the first time. His tail lifted high above his head.

"Natasha," Allen called, glancing back at her.

"Yes, my lord."

"Go... just as we planned."