I Have Countless Clones Novels & Stories

"You think you've won. You haven't. The clone wasn't the only one. There are others. Dozens. Hidden all over the world. And they're waking up." --- Alexander stared at the phone. "What does he mean, 'waking up'?" "The clones. They're not just in Geneva. They're everywhere. Henry's been planning this for years." "Planning what?" "Immortality." The word hung in the air. "That's impossible." "He was a billionaire. He had unlimited resources. He had time." "Clones don't have memories. They don't have souls. They're just... bodies." "Bodies that look like him. Sound like him. Think like him." Alexander's voice cracked. "He wanted to live forever. And he found a way."

But the creature quickly recovered, its wounds healing almost instantly. “We need to do this now,” Lycidas said, As if Claud heard what Lycidas said, he landed right in front of him. “Who’s with the demon now?” Lycidas asked. “Won’t it run off to hurt more people?” “My clone is keeping it busy,” Claud replied. “It’s just using our superior speed to keep it distracted. It’s not really landing hits.” “You can make clones?!” Lycidas and Lupa asked in unison, their eyes wide with surprise.

The Dragon Pagoda continued, reminding Long Chen to focus on what he was doing now. "I know… Can I create one more clone for now?" The Dragon Pagoda replied no; two clones were Long Chen’s limit. Creating another clone would be disastrous for the other two clones as well as his original body. Long Chen sighed upon hearing he couldn’t create another clone; his plan was to try returning to the Xiwang world if possible.

I said, frustration bubbling up inside me. "You need to find a solution to this before you fall in too deep. Unless you're ready to end up with another broken heart... Billionaires like him are known to be playboys. I bet his body count is over a hundred. He's seen and met a lot of women. You might be his fiancée, but I'm sure he takes this as a normal business transaction. Although I don't know what he looks like, I bet he must be really handsome..." Sophie said, and I nodded.

In particular, if one's clone was to reach a 100% lifelike state, it would require an enormous amount of energy. Or perhaps, there were some strange and profound techniques that supported it. However, no matter how good the technique was, it was impossible for him to create such a clone phantom. How could 64 doppelgangers not be bullshit? Black Wind was obviously stunned for a long time because of this. It was likely that it was rare for a monster of its level to have such ridiculous number of clones in its life. The bolack wind took a closer look at the 64 doppelgangers and found that there were almost no flaws. This meant that each of the doppelgangers was absolutely accurate and powerful.

Jeje asked. “It is. Normally I am just able to make up to four clones only. But with this, I can make an infinite number of clones.” Alfi said. “How?” Jeje asked. “You did say that Banaspati is an incarnation of high-level witchcraft, right? Then, with Pukan, I am also able to make my own witchcraft to counter it!” Alfi held a clip and enchanted the witchcraft spell. “

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

They're extremely devious. More devious than his previous smirks. I again gulp. Am scared and desire not his next action. His smirks confirms it all. They're certain to be extremely dangerous and I desire not anything dangerous. Not now, not ever. Weaponizing my innocent head, he roughly spins me. I spin dizzily. Seems as though am stuck within walls attached to numerous rooms and buildings. It's seems like numerous clone's of my very self all appearing clustered to me.

Host, please confirm whether to proceed. There were two options. Yes or no. ‘My clones will increase from three to nine?’ David's eyes lit up. ‘I thought that I would only get one clone every time I upgraded it by a level! ‘It seems that this is not the case.’

In a tub of water, five clones of our father floated—identical, with closed eyes and motionless bodies. I couldn’t believe it. How was this possible? Had our father really created clones of himself, and why? “Even though we’re werewolves, a time will come when we could be killed. A stab to the heart could end our existence!” he said, sighing deeply, then pointing to his clones. “I’m going to create a world where I live forever.” Ian and I exchanged looks, and I swallowed hard at what I’d heard. Even as a kid, I knew what our father was doing would have consequences.