Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

The clones unsheathed their katanas in unison, their sharp blades glinting ominously.

"What's the matter, Griswold? Where did all that confidence go?" Osborne taunted, his mocking voice carrying across the battlefield.

Silas remained silent, his eyes calculating. 'If these clones are the exact copies of him and can create more clones, then…'

Without wasting another moment, Silas summoned his Grade 5 Soul Reaper Scythe, its dark, ominous blade crackling with energy.

Osborne barked out a command, his clones springing into action. "Attack, soldiers! Bring me his head!"

The clones charged forward in perfect synchronization, their katanas slicing through the air as they closed in on Silas.

Just as the blades were about to strike, Silas leaped to the side, weaving through the incoming attacks with inhuman agility. The moment he landed, he retaliated, swinging his scythe with deadly precision.

SLASH!

The scythe cleaved through the bodies of the clones, sending arcs of blood splattering through the air like crimson rain.

[Host has gained 3 extra attribute points for absorbing the soul of Osborne.]

[Host has gained 3 extra attribute points for absorbing the soul of Osborne.]

[Host has gained 3 extra attribute points for absorbing the soul of Osborne.]

[Host has obtained a skill card (Grade 4 Clone).]

[Host has obtained a skill card (Grade 4 Clone).]

[Host has obtained a skill card (Grade 4 Clone).]

[Total skill cards in your arsenal: 3.]

[Would you like to use any of them?]

[Yes]n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

[No]

"I can copy their skills by absorbing their souls with my scythe," Silas mused, a wicked grin spreading across his face. With a deft leap, he soared backward, gracefully evading a barrage of strikes from the remaining clones.

Landing lightly a few meters away, Silas quickly clicked the [Yes] option without hesitation.

[Skill card: Clone has been activated.]

[Host can create up to 12 clones with this skill card. The clones will remain active for five minutes.]

Silas's gaze shifted to the notification screen floating before him, then to the 12 identical clones materializing by his side. Their presence was as eerie as it was exhilarating. Each one carried his Grade 5 Soul Reaper Scythe, their expressions mirroring his grim determination. A smirk tugged at his lips.

"Osborne mentioned something about clones being able to replicate themselves," Silas thought. "System, command these clones to create more clones!"

[The existing clones can each create one additional clone.]

Moments later, 12 more clones appeared in perfect synchronization, stepping forward from thin air. Their resemblance to Silas was uncanny—every movement, every feature, and even the weapon they held mirrored his own.

"Ah, yes," Silas murmured to himself. "He also said clones share the same strength as their creator. Which means... mine are as fast and powerful as I am. Perfect."

He turned his attention back to Osborne and his remaining clones, who stood frozen in disbelief.

"What... what is this?!" Osborne stammered internally, panic coursing through him. "How is he able to create clones just like mine? Does he have some kind of mutant ability that mimics others' skills? No, that's impossible—he doesn't even have an active skill slot!"

Finally, Osborne snapped out of his shock and sneered. "I don't know how you managed to copy me, Griswold, but let me remind you of something: no imitation can surpass the original!"

At his command, Osborne's clones surged forward, their movements fluid yet aggressive.

Silas extended his right hand, a silent command passing to his own clones. Without uttering a single word, they rushed into battle, their scythes glinting ominously under the dim light.

The two armies of clones clashed in a chaotic storm of steel and fury. Sparks flew as blades collided, the sickening crunch of weapons meeting flesh echoed through the air, and blood flowed freely across the battlefield.

Osborne stood rigid, his expression darkening with every passing second. His clones were falling faster than he could process, their forms crumbling into nothingness under the unrelenting assault of Silas's duplicates.

Silas, meanwhile, remained still, his focus locked on the cascading notifications flooding his vision.

[Host has gained 3 extra attribute points for absorbing the soul of Osborne.]

[Host has gained 3 extra attribute points for absorbing the soul of Osborne.]

[Host has gained 3 extra attribute points for absorbing the soul of Osborne.]

[Host has gained 3 extra attribute points for absorbing the soul of Osborne.]

[Host has obtained a skill card (Grade 4 Clone).]

[Host has obtained a skill card (Grade 4 Clone).]

[Host has obtained a skill card (Grade 4 Clone).]

His clones continued their merciless onslaught, each swing of thir scythes severing heads and slicing through Osborne's forces with brutal efficiency. Every kill fed Silas's system, and every notification felt like fuel to his growing power.

"My soldiers... they're being wiped out," Osborne thought, sweat dripping from his brow. He clutched his weapon tightly, his knuckles white with tension. "What is going on here? Why can't my clones keep up?"

Before he could formulate a plan, a shadow loomed over him, pulling him from his frantic thoughts.

Osborne's head snapped upward, his breath hitching. Silas was descending from above, his scythe raised high and a menacing glint in his eyes. The weapon gleamed with a deadly promise as Silas closed the gap, ready to deliver the final blow.

Silas descended like a hawk, and when he was only a few meters away, Osborne leaped backwards, dodging the scythe by a few inches. Silas finally landed gracefully on thee floor, dismissing the notifications he was receiving as his clones kept slaying Orsborne's clones and absorbing their soul.

"Since the clones are having fun I thought maybe we should have our own fun over here." Silas stated coldly, his gaze fixed intently on Osborne.

"Well, I thought you'd never as-"

Swoosshh!

Before Osborne could finish his words, Silas closed in on him at blinding speed and swung out his scythe towards him. In the last second, Osborne managed to lift up his blade to block the incoming scythe.

CLANG!

A loud clanging sound echoed, and Osborne was pushed several steps backwards.

'What's with his strength? Just what are you, Griswold?!' Osborne screamed internally as he kept staggering backwards.

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AN: 50 Power Stones= 1 extra chapter

20 Golden Tickets= 2 extra chapters.

A Luxury Car = 3 extra chapters

A Dragon (Gift) = 5 extra chapters.

A Magic Castle/ Dragon (Gift)= 20 extra chapters