Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 217 - 217: Unfortunate Vesperin (4)

Zeus stood over Vesperin, his smirk widening as he watched the bound and broken figure before him. The scent of ozone and burnt flesh filled the air, a grim reminder of the pain he had inflicted. The Thunder Lance in his hand still crackled with energy, eager for more destruction.

"Look at you," Zeus said, his voice low, but laced with cruel amusement. "Reduced to this pitiful state, and you thought you could kill me?"

Vesperin's body twitched involuntarily, his limbs pulled taut by the ropes binding him to the surrounding trees. His breathing was ragged, his face soaked in tears, sweat, and blood. His eyes, once full of arrogance, were now wide with fear, darting around frantically, as if

[I don't,] the system shot back, arrogance dripping from every word. [But this? This is just so pitiful. Look at him—snot, blood, and tears all over his face. He thought he could betray you and come out on top. How laughable!]

Zeus' eyes flickered with amusement as he glanced at Vesperin's unconscious form. "He's nothing but a tool now. He got what he deserved."

The system snickered. [Deserved? That's putting it lightly. I mean, he destroyed my beautiful Hades Divine Mask. If I had a body, I'd make sure to personally humiliate him even more. No one touches one of my precious creations and gets away with it.]

Zeus raised an eyebrow, finding the system's mock indignation entertaining. "You're still going on about that mask? You're worse than me when it comes to holding grudges."

[Oh, please, don't even compare us,] the system shot back, its voice playful but still sharp. [I'm far more refined in my approach. But I digress—he's yours now. Do with him as you see fit. Honestly, he should be grateful he's even still breathing. Not that he'll appreciate it for long.]

Zeus stepped closer to Vesperin's limp form, his expression void of any empathy. He crouched down, tilting his head as he studied the broken figure tied to the ropes.

The blood still dripped from Vesperin's arms and legs, pooling around his body. His face, once twisted in arrogance, was now a grotesque mix of tears, saliva, and blood.

"You thought you could betray me... send assassins after me... mock me," Zeus whispered, his voice cold and low. "And now look at you. You got what was coming."

The system hummed, pleased. [And this is just the beginning. There's no coming back from this, Vesperin.]

Zeus stood up slowly, casting one final, cold glance at the unconscious figure before him. "This isn't over, Vesperin," he muttered, his voice carrying a dangerous promise. "Your suffering has only just begun."

Without another word, Zeus turned his back on the broken figure, leaving Vesperin tied up and unconscious, his fate now entirely in Zeus's hands.