Lucky smirked, holding the shimmering card
"Time to get OL."
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The world on the other side was… wrong.
Ash-gray skies sagged low over jagged ruins. The stench of rotting meat and something far fouler clung to the air like a wet shroud. Even through their clone bodies, the smell bit deep, burning the nose.
The first group of 1,000 clones stood in formation atop a ruined skyscraper. Its cracked windows reflected the sickly red light bleeding from somewhere beyond the horizon.
From this vantage point, they could see it all the sprawling urban wasteland below, streets choked with shambling corpses
They were here to farm.
"Let's go down first," one of the leading clones said.
The others nodded grimly.
With synchronized movements, they descended through the building, boots crunching on debris, careful not to draw too much attention. The air inside was stale, dust thick enough to taste.
When they reached the bottom floor, the leading clone turned to the others.
One of the field commanders turned to the group. "What now?"
A second clone, standing slightly apart, spoke up. "We need to inform the others. One of us should dissipate."
Agreement rippled through the ranks.
No one argued.
A single clone stepped forward, saluted, and vanished in a puff of white smoke.
Information transfer complete.
Instantly, every clone in existence in this world felt it a pulse in their shared consciousness, a vision the New Clones and the power they had with them
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Two Days Later before Lucky sends his new clones – first Division Encampment
Two days of scouting, mapping, and quiet elimination of isolated zombie packs later, first Division had a rough plan.
The ruins were crawling too many zombies to count. Mutant variants mixed in with the normal ones, each grotesque in its own way some had too many limbs, others split heads, some with bloated torsos that dripped acid.
But the real threat was the Flesh Mountain. It wasn't just a spawner it was an endless factory.
Inside the camp a barricaded ruin with sightlines on three sides the lead clone pored over crude maps drawn on scavenged paper.
"We'll need something bigger," he muttered.
As he spoke, every clone in the room suddenly stiffened. Their eyes lit up in unison.
New arrivals.
The leading Clone spoke "You guys know the Drill"
One clone at the table grinned. "We'll wait. The more we have, the better. When they get here, we'll modify the plan."
One of the clones outside disappeared in a puff of smoke to inform the other new clones.
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A minute later, the distant shimmer of multiple portals appeared in the sky, one after another, like wounds tearing open reality.
From each, a squad stepped through new clones, fresh and full of mana. Group leaders immediately stepped forward, opening portals to precise coordinates so they could bypass zombie choke points.
In under ten minutes, the newcomers had all gathered in Alpha Division's camp.
The reunion was… loud.
"Good to see you still alive!"
"You too!"
"Still ugly as ever."
"We share the same face."
The new clones laughed. The old ones joined in.
Laughter broke the tension, but only for a moment.
One of the older group leaders smiled. "You guys have made our job a whole lot easier. What should've been a meat grinder… might now be almost casualty-free."
The leading clone's smile sharpened. "As all of you know, we were planning to deal with the Flesh Mountain and its mutant spawns by gradually thinning their numbers. One hundred clones rush in, kill as many as possible, repeat with the next batch. Over and over until it's weakened."
Clones nodded, grimly accepting the original high-risk plan.
"You guys just saved us years of grinding," one of the seated clones said. "With Portal Creation, we don't need to risk lives. We don't need to fight wave after wave."
"But now?" He smiled. "Why would we rush in?"
A slow, wicked grin spread across every face in the room.
"Why rush in when we can drop death right on top of them?"
He turned to the group. "I want you all to think what combo will do the highest damage? Five minutes. Discuss."
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The clones split into small groups, muttering, arguing, scribbling ideas in the air with Solid Script, miming explosive effects with their hands.
After five minutes, the leader called for silence.
The first proposal came quickly.
One group stepped forward.
"We can use Lucky Hit," one clone said. "Try for the highest possible multiplier."
A few clones nodded. Others shook their heads.
The leaders discussed for a moment.
Then, the lead commander spoke. "We can't. It's not efficient."
He explained: "Lucky Hit's multiplier depends on the user. When we use it, we average 3X. But the main body gets 6X with the same mana. And since we're clones, we only have 45% of his base power. That means the effective multiplier is less than 1.5X."
He shook his head. "It's a waste of mana. We're better off spamming."
The idea was scrapped.
The group deflated. But they nodded. They understood.
Another group raised their hands.
Another group raised their hands.
"Why not drop oil, then light it with fire?" one clone suggested.
The idea spread like wildfire.
It was simple. Sustainable. It didn't require high-tier skills. Just coordination.
The leaders exchanged glances.
They were about to agree
A voice from the back called out."Wait I've got something better."
Every head turned.
The clone who spoke straightened his back, eyes gleaming like a general about to address his army.
"How about… we use science?"
Silence.
Then, a few clones snapped their fingers.
They got it.
The leader of the original group leaned forward. "Elaborate."
The clone didn't answer with words.
The clone gestured to three others. Together, they cast:
Solid Script: [WATER – Only Liquid Oxygen]Solid Script: [WATER – Only Liquid Hydrogen]Solid Script: [Gasoline – Area Effect]Solid Script: [FIRE – Torch Huge Area]
The moment the plan clicked in their minds, every clone's face changed.
This wasn't a battlefield trick. This was mass destruction.
Liquid oxygen. Liquid hydrogen. Gasoline. And then fire.
And the entire city block would cease to exist.
The leading clone didn't hesitate. "Approved"
"Listen up," the lead clone said. "We're not just killing zombies. We're erasing them."
He laid out the strategy:
Group One (100 clones): Create a massive portal above the horde. It must be wide, stable, and positioned directly over the mountain of flesh.
Groups Two, Three, and Four (1,000 clones each group): Spam [WATER – Only Liquid Oxygen], [WATER – Only Liquid Hydrogen], and [Gasoline – Area Effect]. Pour them through the portal.
Final Step: Once the area is saturated, Clones who has opened the Portal cast [FIRE – Torch Huge Area]
Every clone nodded.
They were about to unleash hell.
The numbers on the other side were staggering over what seemed like 20 million normal zombies, plus an unknown number of mutant variants. But the clones didn't flinch.
Group One formed a circle, hands interlocked. With a surge of mana, they tore open a portal three meters wide, hovering fifty meters above the horde.
The moment it opened, a stench poured through.
Life.
The breath Of life has Appeared which caused the Zombies to react
On the other side, millions of zombie heads turned upward. A sound rose from them an unholy scream, a roar of hunger so loud it seemed to shake the sky.
They began to climb.
On top of each other. On broken cars. On the corpses of their own. They formed a zombie pyramid, a grotesque tower of flesh reaching for the sky, desperate to breathe, to live, to consume.
The clones didn't laugh.
They smiled.
The more they clustered, the better.
"Start dumping," the leader ordered.
Group Two cast [WATER – Only Liquid Oxygen] a torrent of pale blue liquid that poured through the portal like a frozen waterfall.
Group Three followed with [WATER – Only Liquid Hydrogen] a shimmering silver flood.
Group Four unleashed [Gasoline – Area Effect] a thick, black wave that spread across the ground, soaking everything.
Clones pushed their mana reserves to the edge, their bodies trembling from the drain.
Below, it was like the sky itself was bleeding strange rain a chemical waterfall drenching everything it touched.
The stench grew unbearable. Even through the portals, it made eyes water and lungs burn.
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The lead clone glanced at the portal team and nodded. "Ignite."
One of the fire-casters stepped forward, raising his hands
"STOP!"
The shout cut through the roar.
Every head turned to the second-in-command, his face pale.
"What happens if you set that off now?"
The silence was deafening. Then realization struck.
Liquid hydrogen + liquid oxygen + gasoline, all vaporizing together.
This wasn't a fireball. This was a city-levelling detonation.
"Cast fire," the leader said. "But only for a second. Then close the portal."
A clone raised his hand.
Solid Script: [FIRE – Torch Huge Area]
"Now."
The portals snapped shut the instant the first flames ignited.
For one heartbeat, there was silence.
Then...
WHOOOOM
A dozen firestorms erupted in the distance, blooming into semi-mushroom clouds that painted the sky orange. Shockwaves tore through the ruined city, rattling windows and flattening trees even 20 kilometers away.
The front-line clones immediately cast Solid Script: [IRON WALL], massive barriers slamming into place just in time to block the brunt of the blast.
Dust and ash swept over the barricades in a choking wave.
When it passed, the world was quiet again.
And then...
Cheering.
"Did you see that?!"
"Look at the mushroom clouds!"
"Did we just nuke a zombie city?!"
They stood there, grinning like madmen, watching the sky fill with blazing fire and rising dust.
"Only a few more times," one clone said, flexing. "Then they're gone."
Another laughed. "We're not just farming OL."
The celebration didn't last.
ROOOOOOAAAAAAR.
The sound wasn't loud.
It was deep.
It came from the core of the earth.
The clones turned.
The mountain of flesh was shaking.
Not in pain.
In rage.
Its massive, pulsating bulk quivered, fissures splitting across its surface. From one, something clawed its way free a mutant zombie unlike any they'd seen before.
One of the clones raised a monocular a relic from a past draw.
And what he saw made his blood run cold.
Wings.
Bat-like wings.
It had bat-like wings the size of houses, a long, needle-pointed tail dripping with green venom, and two heads one human-shaped with jagged teeth, the other an insectoid mandible dripping saliva.
And the Mountain wasn't stopping. More winged horrors tore themselves free, each slightly different some with four arms ending in blades, some with split jaws that opened sideways, some with rows of eyes glowing red.
Hundreds.
The mountain had gone into overclock mode.
It was producing flyers.
And they were heading straight for the clones.
The laughter died.
The grins vanished.
The leader turned to his army.
"New threat," he said, voice calm. "Airborne. Fast. Hostile."
He raised his hand.
"Portals. Now."
The clones didn't hesitate.
They were ready.
But for the first time since they arrived…
They were .... Weak.
The sky was no longer empty.
It was full of wings.