Shin stood firmly on a cracked concrete at the center, surrounded by a circle of Gegees, each one identical and standing still with their fists clenche. At least they weren't wielding any weapons.
His eyes darted between them. "What are these? Clones?"
"Bingo~!!" one chimed.
"But not just any clones," another added from the side. "We're premium grade, darling. So get ready to bleed!"
All five rushed him.
Shin didn't wait. He pulled a dagger and hurled it at the closest clone, striking her square in the forehead. The body puffed into a curl of smoke, his dagger clattering to the ground behind it.
And the moment it hit the floor—he was already moving.
Another clone lunged at him with a punch, but he crouched, slipped beneath it, then surged upward and rammed his dagger into its gut. It gurgled like a real person, eyes wide in simulated pain… then vanished into mist.
"Wow! Not bad!" said the clone frozen under his Slave Leash.
