And even when he summoned more than one, even if their strength dropped to 50% or even lower, it was still a game-changing advantage in any battle.
He could swarm enemies.
He could bait opponents with decoys.
He could even leave a clone behind to protect someone while he moved elsewhere.
The possibilities were endless.
He looked down at his hands again.
And all he could think was—
"This class… is completely broken."
With his new class, Riley had truly grown by leaps and bounds.
It was more than he had expected.
Much more.
He hadn't imagined that class awakenings could drastically transform someone—not just in power, but in presence. It was like his very being had shifted. He felt sharper… darker… deadlier.
But even so—
His mind drifted. Unconsciously.
Back to the one figure who always lingered at the edge of his thoughts.
The Demon Lord.
Riley's face twisted into a slight frown, his brows furrowing as his jaw tensed.
'I wonder what class and talent that bastard has…'
