chsdbacks Chapter 672 The Copy
Chapter 672 The Copy
Chapter 672 The Copy
Jemin rubbed his temples.
The eerie creature that looked like an old man had been compressed into a gray crystal the size of a fingernail, lying quietly in a sealing rune in his palm.
That thing's ability is troublesome; it's "forgetting."
Any creature that gets close to it will unconsciously begin to lose its memory.
It is no exaggeration to say that while this ability is not particularly swift in killing, it is extremely lethal to wizards.
For a wizard to forget his own knowledge is worse than taking his life!
The moment Jemin approached it, he felt the corrosive power emanating from it.
Then the body-strengthening method was activated.
Despite the strange power, Jemin walked step by step towards the monster.
The eerie creature resembled a gaunt old man, hunched over, with skin as rough as tree bark and cloudy, grayish-white eyes.
It looked up at Jemin, a hint of confusion flashing in its cloudy eyes—probably wondering why this person hadn't fallen yet.
Jemin didn't give it any more time to think.
His right hand pressed directly onto that wrinkled face, his fingers tightening and his knuckles exerting force.
The old man's head was held in his palm like an egg, his body struggled violently, his thin arms flailing in the air, his fingernails scraping against Jemin's forearm with a harsh metallic sound.
Jemin simply used his physical strength to lift the monster off the ground, and then—slammed it down!
boom!
The ground is cracked.
The old man's body twitched a few times amidst the rubble before the sealing runes drawn by Jemin were affixed to his forehead.
A gray light flashed, and the eerie, three-inch-tall, hunched body shrank into a crystal the size of a fingernail, lying quietly in the center of the rune.
Jemin carefully put the seal away and patted his hands to remove non-existent dust.
Since entering the Hollow City, he has encountered more than a dozen strange creatures.
The harvest was incredibly bountiful, with the vast majority of the strange occurrences being catastrophic, and several even being natural disasters!
He raised his head and looked around.
The other wizards were nowhere to be seen.
After dealing with the umbrella holder, the group of level six wizards dispersed according to the directions indicated by their respective fate lines.
Everyone's path is different, and Jemin also chose the one he considered the most "weighty" line of fate.
Jemin looked at the small ball in his hand that sealed the strange oblivion, a look of confusion on his face.
He has indeed gained quite a lot along the way.
However, it falls far short of what the Line of Fate indicates.
To be honest, given the importance of the Thread of Fate that he perceived, he should be able to obtain the most important gain in this plane by following this path.
But Jemin simply couldn't think of anything that could be considered the greatest gain in this plane.
Following the guidance of the thread of fate, they walked a distance further and finally arrived at their destination: an amusement park.
The iron gate was crooked, and the sign on it read "Children's Park," with most of the paint peeling off.
Inside, you can see rides like a carousel and a roller coaster, and all of them are in operation, making it feel like someone is sitting inside.
The lights that should turn turn, the lights that should sway, and all the lights that should be on are on.
But there was no life on those facilities. At least other parts of the Hollow City used projections to disguise themselves, but here they didn't even bother with any disguise.
Jemin pushed open the crooked iron gate and went inside.
Suddenly, the colorful wooden horses all turned their heads at the same time, staring at him with their painted eyes.
Jemin ignored him and continued walking forward.
Following the guidance of the fate line, he walked through a narrow path lined with game stalls on both sides and arrived at the depths of the amusement park.
Here stands a circular building with a sign at the entrance: Magic Mirror Palace.
"A mirror maze?"
Jemin stood at the entrance, lost in thought, pondering what kind of eeriness might be lurking within.
Without a doubt, since it's a mirror maze, it must be related to mirrors.
However, the specific form of its manifestation is uncertain.
Without hesitation, Jemin pushed open the door and went inside.
Mirrors spread out on both sides, reflecting, replicating, stretching, compressing, and distorting his figure in countless mirrors.
Because of the distortion of the mirror itself, his reflection in each mirror is not quite the same as the real him.
Jemin walked forward step by step along the corridor, alertly sensing the changes around him.
To his surprise, the enemy he had expected did not appear.
Until he reached the center of the maze and saw the mirror.
To be honest, among all the plain mirrors around, a mirror with an ornate frame suddenly appeared, which was so eye-catching that even Jemin couldn't help but turn his head to look at it.
But the moment he saw the mirror, Jemin knew he had been tricked.
Because, in that mirror, his reflection wasn't looking at him.
Jemin stopped in his tracks.
The "he" in the mirror is looking down, as if he is looking at his own hands.
Then "he" looked up and looked at him through the mirror.
The moment their eyes met, the person in the mirror seemed to become more lively.
The mirror turned into water, and "he" stepped out of the mirror.
Instead of launching a preemptive attack, Jemin stood there with some curiosity, his Omnipotent Eye and Fate System operating simultaneously, scanning the being before him from the inside out.
The height, build, appearance, and clothing are obvious external features, so there's no need to elaborate. This copy that comes out of the mirror is just like me, except that the other person's various decorations are mirror images.
But the clone's expression wasn't the calm that Jemin usually had; instead, it was an undisguised, even naked, hatred.
Its mouth was downturned, its brows were furrowed, its eyes were narrowed to slits, and a dark golden light flickered in its pupils.
That is the all-powerful eye, and it is the kind of aggressive light that only appears when it is fully activated.
"Huh? Can you copy my abilities?" Jemin asked.
The replica did not answer; its body moved the instant it stepped out of the mirror.
With a raised hand, a beam of dark gold light, thinner than a strand of hair, shot from the replica's fingertip, heading straight for Jemin's brow.
Jemin tilted his head slightly.
The white beam of light grazed his temple and struck the mirror behind him.
The mirror vaporized the instant the beam of light touched it. The beam of light passed through the vaporized mirror, continued to extend backward, passed through the outer wall of the maze, passed through the Ferris wheel of the amusement park, and disappeared into the dark purple sky.
Jemin's all-seeing eye captured the energy parameters of the beam and quickly analyzed what kind of attack it was.
It is the divine light that extinguishes fire.
That's right, the structure and principle are correct, but the power is less than one-thousandth of its full output.
"Interesting—even modification spells can be copied?" Jemin's interest was piqued.
The clone still refused to answer any questions, and seeing that the sneak attack was useless, it threw a punch without hesitation.
The fist, gleaming with a dark golden light, came crashing down toward Jemin's face.
Jemin didn't dodge. He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and caught the punch directly.
The moment palm and fist collided, a visible shockwave exploded in the air, shattering the stone slabs on the ground and causing numerous cracks to appear on the mirrors on both sides.
If it weren't for the double protection provided by the Hollow City and the eerie power of the Mirror, the aftershock of that punch alone would have been enough to send the entire city flying.
Jemin's feet remained motionless, but the clone's arms trembled slightly from the recoil.
The All-Purpose Eye captured even more data in this round of collisions.
Body-strengthening methods exist, and they are highly complete.
Modified spells, physical resistance, spiritual energy—judging from our previous contact, this clone even possesses the true form and Dharma image.
But—the base value is too low.
The clone's physical and energy strength is only at the level of Jemin's level three, and its other abilities have also decreased proportionally.
Jemin loosened his grip on the clone's fist and took a step back.
The clone didn't chase after him; instead, it stood still, its chest heaving violently, its eyes, filled with hatred, fixed on Jemin.
"You hate me?" Jemin looked at his reaction with some curiosity. "What's the reason? Is it hatred born from your own thoughts, or is it imposed on you by this strange entity? Since you copied my abilities, you must have copied my knowledge as well. So, is it a complete copy of my personality, or is it hatred caused by a personality completely opposite to mine?"
The clone's lips moved, but no sound came out; however, a look of emotion appeared on its face.
Seeing this, Jemin understood what was going on.
In the two rounds of questioning just now, he had confirmed the true nature of the clone.
The strange thing—or rather, the mirror maze's ability—is quite simple: it replicates another version of itself.
But it's not exactly simple either, because this strange entity copied his memories, knowledge, skills, and even his way of thinking exactly.
Everything that Jemin knows, the clone will have.
Body tempering method, internal circulation, extinguishing divine light with fire, returning to the void armor—even the true form of the Dharma body.
Creating clones is not difficult for wizards, and they have various methods to create clones of their enemies, but these clones themselves have various limitations.
Just like the training method that Jieming uses most often: time afterimage, it can be considered one of the more "realistic" methods among various methods of creating replicas.
Time flexibility can replicate a target's mental strength and physical power, as well as some basic knowledge.
However, for knowledge above level six, the time afterimage cannot be copied.
Because those knowledge and laws are deeply intertwined, and things at the level of laws cannot be replicated simply by rewinding time.
Jieming's knowledge of the fundamental principles of cultivation is at a very high level. The afterimage of time can replicate the energy in his body, but it cannot replicate his essential understanding of the concept of "spiritual energy".
Therefore, the Time Remnant can only use low-level versions of spells and cannot use the core skills that require high-level knowledge.
The Time Remnant itself can also have the resistance brought by the Body Tempering Technique, but it is impossible to learn the Body Tempering Technique.
But this copy is different.
It perfectly replicated all of Jemin's knowledge; it knew the complete theory of the Divine Light of Extinction from Fire, the construction method of each layer of energy circuit in the Void Armor, and the core structural principles of the True Body of Dharma. The depth of its knowledge was exactly the same as Jemin's.
The only difference is the strength.
In terms of processing difficulty, the replica in front of us is actually not as good as the replica created by the time afterimage.
But—in terms of "value," this replica is more precious!