Clones Ranked Novels & Stories

“I’m real.” “You’re weak,” the clone hissed. “You hesitate. You fear them.” It gestured to Evelyn, to the others. “You depend on them.” “Because I choose to,” Emily said. “That’s what makes me different. That’s what makes me stronger than you.” The clone blinked. And then it moved. Faster than anything they’d seen. Mason fired—once, twice—but the clone ducked low, sliding across the floor with unnatural grace. It slammed into him, sending him sprawling. Anika launched a shock baton into its side, electricity dancing, but the clone barely flinched.

"Your father was Stuart Bent Snr. He died in the bomb blast that killed dozens of Blood Crest Pack members. You are the first child of two and the only surviving one. You enjoy watching wrestling matches even though you hate the real deal. For a snack, your go-to is dark chocolate. Might I add more?" "It's really you, Alpha Seven!" Stuart screeched. I nodded. "The real one. Not the same as the impostor, got it?" Stuart shook his head slowly. "Are you really saying that a clone has been ruling over us for five years? How is that even possible?"

Lucas said slowly. The younger members of the Santiago family looked at each other, finding it hard to digest what Lucas had said. Clara was the number one genius in the Santiago family. She was a Grade S Genetic Fighter and a Rank 4 Evolved One. These two facts made her Sky Blue Base City’s top genius. "Clara is a Rank 4 Evolved One. Don't tell me you're way stronger than her?" said a young lady who was about 15 to 16-years-old.

The fragments were hitting him, but it had zero effects. Andy shook her head and sighed. She was afraid that it would be hard for Robbie to get out of this alive. Unexpectedly, Robbie’s learning ability was incredibly strong. He observed the division master’s cloning technique and began to copy him by shifting about. In an instant, Robbie had created a dozen or so clones of himself. Although Robbie did not have as many clones as the division master, it could still be seen that his learning skills were really outstanding. Even the division master could not help but admire him. “That’s truly expected of a 3S agent.”

Closing the attribute panel, Sebastian began to check the game's updated rankings. Currently, there were four rankings: Cultivation Ranking, Talent Ranking, Pet Ranking, and Treasure Ranking. Let's first look at the Cultivation Ranking. ​​:Cultivation Ranking 1st: 567·Foundation Establishment Mid Stage 2nd: Nyren·Foundation Establishment Early Stage 3rd: I‘m no name·Foundation Establishment Early Stage 4th: who are me?·Foundation Establishment Early Stage 5th: Jerry·Qi Refining Late Stage 6th: Tom·Qi Refining Late Stage

Such a scenario was utterly unacceptable to Lawrence and his allies. Though a royal celestial's clone wielded considerable power, the full extent of its strength was likely capped at the level of a quasi-royal celestial. Severin—who was invincible among those of the same realm—might be able to withstand such an assault for a time. That being said, facing the clone of a royal celestial would always be a formidable challenge. Gyddur was a most cunning individual, and he most certainly possessed divine techniques that surpassed that of ordinary quasi-royal celestials.

I could feel their hunger, their need to dominate. This ranking system wasn’t just a game—it was a war waiting to happen. My wolf stirred, restless, eager for the challenge. But something else tugged at me, a faint pull I couldn’t shake. I pulled out my phone, the screen flashing with the notification. Cassian Virex. Dominion: Solas. Rank: 95. The three-point Bloodborn bonus had pushed me higher, just shy of perfection. Ronan leaned over, whistling low. “Ninety-five, huh? Not bad, golden boy. Guess I’ll have to settle for second place.” He flashed his screen—Rank 92, plus his own three-point boost.

"But the network feeling... it was like being connected to a stadium full of minds. All empty. All waiting to be filled with purpose." "Clones," Dad said grimly. "The Council was always interested in replicable assets. Why spend billions creating one super-soldier when you can mass-produce a thousand?" "Because they're garbage." Valerius's voice was savage. "I could feel them. Copies. Shadows. They have my strength, my speed, my claws—but they have no will. No personality. They're just meat and reflexes waiting for someone to point them at a target." "And let me guess," Haley said, "we're the target?"

His armor was hacked from deep slashes. Two clones came out of his body and split in different directions. The clones were just a product of Basic Grade Soul-Radix. It had its limitations, too. Both the clones had only 40% of Creed's skill and power. However, that didn't matter since his priority was to distract them. Also, all three of them had a shared consciousness, so all three were aware of what was happening with the other two.

Caught off guard, James raised his head and answered, “I’m not sure, but I assumed it is since I could see Mr. Yegor’s rank.” Emperor Yarden pointed at Yegor and said, “He’s indeed at the Yitro Daeclon Rank. After all, he cultivated Tirta Power. But what about you? Do you have at least eight physical clones at the Third Xaeclon Rank?” Upon hearing Emperor Yarden's question, James hesitated briefly. Then, he quickly manifested sixteen physical clones. Each clone, however, displayed a cultivation rank that was noticeably low and was far from impressive.