Novel & Cerita Clone-clone Fruit

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

Frank vaulted into the air to avoid, only to run into yet another clone dropping from the ceiling, carrying a dagger as well. "How long are you going to bore me with this?!" he snapped coolly. "Take a guess." The Cranes chuckled as they ran at Frank again. This time, their bodies glowed and their speed accelerated over tenfold! Frank could even hear the faint pop of a sonic boom just as the tip of a dagger arrived less than half an inch before his eyes. "Hah!" Frank launched that Crane clone into the air with a spinning kick. As he fell, he breathed an eerie laugh as he soon melted into a puddle of pus, evaporating on the spot.

Hana gasped, "How do you know, Henry?" "It doesn't matter," Henry replied tensely. "You have to keep in mind what I said. The Tronis fruit is an important link to summon the highest power possessor of the Rankle clan. He was the head of the war to destroy the Red Alpha clan. As long as he came back to life, all the remnants of the red Alpha clan would die. However, there is one fruit that is extremely similar to the Tronis fruit, which is the Nemso fruit. It's just that the effect of the Nemso fruit is simpler; it will increase the level of witchcraft by up one level,"

Kent was silent for a moment, watching the man's face and gulping hard enough. "Long time no see Kent," said the man, put his glasses from the hook in his shirt pocket. His face was split in two with Kent's, making them look like twins. It's just that the glasses and the color of the pupils clearly distinguish his face from Kent's. "You're a clone of me, right? Richardo?" Guesses Kent, prepared to take a hit from the clone man in front of him. Claire started staring at the man who had injured her earlier with wide eyes. This was the first time she heard that there was a human clone version ... she began to neutralize that thought until it was understood by her brain.

Unburned. Then every clone behind both hatches does the same. Twenty-two palms. No marks. The Director says, “Retrieve the marked pair. Preserve fetal source. Cull obstructing variables by efficiency.” The hatches unlock. The finished line does not rush. The first clone steps down into thigh-deep water, tests the current with one bare foot, and adjusts. The second copies the movement with a delay so small only fear catches it. Their eyes do not search the crowd. They find my hand, Damian’s distant mark through it, and the bulge under my wet shirt. Everything else in the tunnel becomes furniture to be moved or broken.

Chapter 24 Alice's POV "No, Alex," I said, exasperated but trying not to laugh. "The video says stir-fry with oil, not water." Alex shrugged, looking completely unfazed. "Couldn't find any oil, so I thought water would do the trick." I groaned and almost facepalmed as I surveyed the bubbling mess in front of us. It had been a good thirty minutes since we'd started cooking, but somehow, we'd only managed to create a disaster. I'd looked up a simple recipe for jollof pasta online, and we were at the part where you're supposed to fry the tomatoes with spices to bring out the flavor. But Alex, as charming as he was, had thrown in water instead, effectively sabotaging the whole thing.

"Do you really think I'm weak, Symon?" Just then, a second Aisha walked over from afar. Symon's jaw fell open at the sight of the two Aishas as he frowned. "You… You cultivated another clone? Well, that doesn't mean much! A clone is only ten percent as powerful as its owner, which means that you didn't actually grow much more powerful." "What do you think of this, then?" Black miasma appeared by Aisha's feet as she spoke, spiraling upwards and lifting her into the air.