The Crazy Little Sister

As Lana soaked in the ice-cold bath, her senses temporarily dulled by the relaxing waters, Lycius was jolted awake by an ominous feeling that lingered on the fringes of his awareness. The system voice, a constant presence in his mind, echoed once more, its words dripping with an otherworldly authority.

[S.B (Stat Bestowal) - Has been set to automatic]

The voice declared, as Lycius felt a surge of energy course through his tiny form.

As the system's power coursed through him, Lycius's physical and magical prowess underwent a transformation. His fragile muscles, once weak and uncoordinated, now swelled with newfound strength. He felt an intoxicating sense of power, as if he could shatter the very foundations of the world around him.

In reality, his strength had only grown to the point where he could obliterate a small, well-maintained house with a single, casual swipe of his hand. His senses, too, had been heightened to supernatural levels, allowing him to feel the gentle caress of the surrounding air, hear the faintest whispers of sound, and see the world around him with crystal clarity.

With his newfound abilities, Lycius stood up from the bedsheets, his gaze fixed intently on the entrance of the cozy room. His eyes seemed to bore into the very fabric of the door, as if he was expecting someone - or something.

The air around him seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fate of the world hung in the balance. And then, without warning, the door creaked open, revealing a woman who was identical to his mother, Lana, in every way. But Lycius's heightened senses picked up on the subtle differences, the tiny tells that revealed this woman to be an imposter.

The woman's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of Lycius, her gaze darting back and forth as if searching for some hidden trap or deception. And then, in an instant, her eyes changed, shifting from a bright, sparkling blue to a deep, midnight purple that seemed to burn with an inner fire.

The murderous intent that radiated from her gaze was palpable, a cold, calculated hostility that seemed to sear the very air around her. Even Lycius, inexperienced and young as he was, could sense the darkness that lurked within this woman, a darkness that seemed to be coiled and waiting, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

As the imposter's gaze locked onto Lycius, he felt an inexplicable sense of trepidation, as if the very weight of her malevolent intentions was crushing him.

His heart yearned for the safety of his mother's presence, and as if fate had heard his silent plea, Lana burst into the room, her arrival heralded by a whirlwind of fury. With a battle cry that shook the very foundations of the room, she unleashed a devastating kick that sent the imposter flying across the room, destroying everything in her way.

"Lyriox!" Lana's voice thundered, her wrath so palpable that it seemed to take on a life of its own. The air around her seemed to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate her fury.

In response to her call, a golden greatsword materialized in her hands, its arrival accompanied by a blinding flash of light. The sword's aura pulsed with an intense, golden energy that seemed to grow brighter by the second, as if it was feeding off Lana's rage.

With a fierce battle cry, Lana launched herself at the imposter, her movements a blur of speed and fury. She soared through the air, her greatsword slicing through the space with a trail of glittering, golden sparks in its wake.

The blade bit deep into the imposter's body, cleaving her in two with a sickening crunch of flesh and bone. But to Lycius's amazement, the imposter's body began to twitch and contort, her severed halves writhing like living serpents as they began to regenerate.

The air was filled with an demonic, pulsating energy as the imposter's body reconstituted itself, her two halves merging into two separate, fully formed bodies.

The house was now a battleground, with Lana facing off against two identical imposters. The air was electric with tension, the very fabric of reality seeming to vibrate with the promise of carnage to come.

Lycius watched, transfixed, his eyes shining with a mixture of wonder and awe. The scene before him was a kaleidoscope of color and movement, a dizzying dance of steel and fury that left him breathless and yearning for more.

A maniacal grin spread across the imposter's face, and she burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, her body shaking with mirth as she rolled around on the floor. "Hahaha haha," she cackled, her eyes shining with a mischievous light.

Lana's expression darkened, her eyes flashing with anger as she muttered a curse under her breath. Lycius's eyes widened in surprise as he realized that his mother and this imposter, who was now revealed to be have had a complex and tumultuous relationship with Lana.

As the imposter's laughter finally subsided, Lana's greatsword vanished into thin air, and the destroyed house began to repair itself, the broken furniture and shattered glass reforming into their original shapes. Lycius's gaze shifted from fascination to confusion, his tiny mind struggling to keep up with the rapid sequence of events.

The imposter, now composed, merged her two bodies into one and disappeared, only to reappear before Lycius, startling him. Despite his tender age, Lycius instinctively adopted a battle-ready stance, his tiny fists clenched and his eyes flashing with determination.

The imposter, Elizabeth, was taken aback by Lycius's adorable yet fierce demeanor, her eyes shining with amusement. Lana, meanwhile, walked towards the pair, a hint of a smile on her face. "My cute baby boy, this is your aunty, Elizabeth...My CRAZY little sister," she said, her voice dripping with affection.

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed at the term "little sister," and she shot Lana a withering glance. "Whoever said you were older than me, was clearly lying to you," she said, her tone dripping with hostility. "It's concerning that you still haven't caught on."

Lana's expression darkened, her eyes flashing with anger. "Don't test me, Liz, I might just kill you this instant," she warned, her voice low and menacing. The two sisters continued to bicker, their banter a complex dance of love and rivalry. Lycius, meanwhile, watched the exchange with wide eyes, his tiny mind struggling to comprehend the intricate web of relationships between his mother and aunt.

As he gazed at Elizabeth, he felt a faint bond, one that mirrored the connection he felt with Lana, but was distinct and unique.

As the argument between the two sisters continued, Lycius's eyelids began to droop, and he slowly succumbed to sleep, his tiny body relaxing into a peaceful slumber. Lana and Elizabeth, finally noticing their son's and nephew's slumber, turned to gaze at him, their faces softening into identical expressions of adoration.

Without a word, they leaned in, each planting a gentle kiss on Lycius's cheeks, Lana on the right and Elizabeth on the left. The simple act sent a powerful surge of emotion through both women, and they felt an overwhelming sense of love and loyalty to the tiny, sleeping form before them. In that instant, they both vowed to give their lives for Lycius, if he ever demanded it, their love and loyalty to him transcending all other bonds and relationships.