Novel Full Chapter 447 Three Clones
Chapter 447 Three Clones
Liam needed to check something before he created his first clone.
The technique required two things from him: energy* and lifespan. Both would be divided between himself and each clone he created, and the division wasn’t trivial. He needed to know exactly what he was working with before he committed to anything.
He called up his status screen with a thought, and the familiar display materialized in his vision.
[Host: Liam Scott]
[Age: 18]
[Lifespan: 751 years]
[Race: Primordial Human]
[Cultivation Level: Third Stage Evolved]
[Strength: 560]
[Agility: 560]
[Stamina: 560]
[Constitution: Myriad Armament Constitution, Origin Devouring Body, Abyssal Dragon Constitution, Dao Array Eyes]
[Talent: Telekinesis, Primordial Forge Authority, Primordial Alchemy Sovereign]
[Attribute Points: 0]
[System Points: 640]
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Liam studied the numbers carefully. His lifespan had climbed steadily as his cultivation advanced, each breakthrough extending his natural life by decades.
For most cultivators, reaching this kind of lifespan meant safety, security, the assurance that time was no longer their enemy.
For Liam, it was a resource he was about to spend.
The technique’s cost structure was clear in his mind now. The first clone would require ten percent of his cultivation base and one hundred years of lifespan. The second would cost twenty percent and two hundred years. The third would take forty percent and four hundred years.
He did the math again, making sure.
Three clones total. That would leave him with slightly more than half his current cultivation strength and just over fifty years of lifespan remaining. Fifty years sounded dire when spoken aloud, but it wasn’t a true limit.
His cultivation would continue advancing, and with each stage he climbed, his lifespan would extend naturally. The cost was temporary. The value was permanent.
Three clones. Three separate locations. Three streams of experience and cultivation feeding back into one unified consciousness.
It was worth it.
Liam didn’t hesitate further and he activated the technique.
The response was immediate and visceral. Primordial Essence began flowing out of his core, steadily. It moved through his meridians, gathered at his solar plexus, and then separated from his body entirely, forming a sphere that hung in the air in front of him.
The sphere was small at first, no larger than a marble, glowing faintly with the deep, colorless light that characterized his unique energy. But it grew rapidly as more essence poured into it, expanding in controlled increments, pulling cultivation base and lifespan alike into its structure.
Liam watched the process with focused attention. He could feel the division happening inside himself, the slight hollowness that came from giving up a portion of his power. It wasn’t painful, but it was noticeable, a sense of something being carved away and reformed elsewhere.
The sphere continued growing, its shape elongating as it absorbed more energy. Within seconds it had reached the size of a basketball, then larger, stretching vertically until it became an oval roughly the height of a person. The glow intensified, pulsing softly, and then the flow of essence stopped.
Liam felt the shift immediately. His cultivation base had diminished. His strength was still there, but the ceiling had lowered. He’d gone from full capacity to ninety percent in the span of thirty seconds.
The oval hung in the air, solid and complete, its surface smooth and featureless.
Then it cracked.
A single fracture appeared along the top, thin and precise, and spread downward in branching lines that covered the entire surface within moments. The cracks widened. Light spilled through the gaps, brighter than the glow that had preceded it, and then the structure shattered.
The pieces dissolved into nothing before they could fall, and standing where the oval had been was a perfect replica of Liam.
The clone didn’t move immediately. It stood in place, its posture relaxed, its breathing steady, its eyes open and focused directly on Liam with complete awareness.
Liam studied it carefully.
The resemblance was absolute. Height, build, facial features, even the specific way it held its weight—all of it was identical. There was no visible difference between them, no tell that would mark one as the original and the other as a copy. If someone walked into the space at that moment, they would see two people who looked exactly alike, and they would have no way of knowing which had been there first.
But Liam knew and he could feel the connection between them, a thread of consciousness that linked his mind to the clone’s without interference. It wasn’t like controlling a puppet. It was more like being in two places at once, seeing through two sets of eyes, feeling two bodies occupy separate spaces while remaining fundamentally the same person.
He spoke, directing the question at the clone. “Who are you?”
The clone responded immediately, its voice identical to Liam’s own. “I am a piece of the Master. An extension of your will. I exist to serve your purpose.”
Liam smiled. The phrasing was formal, almost ceremonial, but the intent behind it was clear. The clone understood its role without ambiguity. It had no independent desires, no competing priorities. It was him, operating under his authority, executing his goals.
“Go to my office in the industrial base and get dressed,” Liam said.
The clone nodded once. “Yes, Master.”
It lifted off the ground without effort and flew toward the distant structure of the industrial base.
Liam watched it go, tracking the movement through both his own eyes and the clone’s perspective simultaneously. The dual awareness was seamless, requiring no concentration to maintain.
He turned his attention back to the space in front of him and activated the technique again.
The second creation followed the same process. Primordial Essence flowed out, the sphere formed and grew, the oval cracked and dissolved, and another perfect copy of Liam stood where the energy had been moments before. This time the cost was higher but the result was identical in every functional sense.
The second clone received the same instruction and departed without question.
Liam created the third clone immediately after, pushing through the technique one final time. The cost was steep enough now that he felt the weight of it clearly, a noticeable reduction in his internal reserves that had felt abundant just minutes before.
But the third clone stood in front of him, whole and complete, and he could feel clearly the connection to all three of them quietly in the back of his mind.
He gave them time to return from the industrial base, and when all three stood before him dressed and ready, he began issuing their assignments.
He looked at the first clone. “You’ll go to the magic universe. Your primary objective is to locate Rikilda and Bethan, interact and learn from them what you can. Also, explore the magic universe broadly.”
Liam turned to the second. “You’re going to the cultivation universe. Go to Grand Xia, meet with Emperor and after that, explore the empire. I want a clearer picture of the major sects, the regional powers, and the cultivation landscape beyond Grand Xia’s borders.”
Finally, Liam addressed the third. “You stay here in the Dimensional Space. Your only job is cultivation. When you’re not cultivating, refine your combat techniques.”
Liam stepped back and looked at all three of them together. They stood in a line, identical in appearance, distinct only in the roles they’d just been assigned. It was surreal in a way he hadn’t expected, seeing himself replicated three times over, but the strangeness faded quickly. They weren’t separate people. They were him. Extensions of his will, executing his plans across three different universes simultaneously.
“Go,” he said.
The first two clones vanished, disappearing from the Dimensional Space as they transitioned into the magic and cultivation universes respectively. The third turned and flew toward the Heavenly Scriptures Pagoda without another word.
Liam stood alone in the red landscape, the violet sky stretching overhead, and allowed himself a moment to process what had just happened.
His cultivation base had been cut significantly. He was still Third Stage Evolved, but the amount of power he could bring to bear had dropped noticeably. If he fought someone now at full strength, the difference would be measurable. He’d gone from overwhelming to merely very strong.
But the reduction was temporary. His passive cultivation continued regardless, amplified by the thousand-times boost from the cultivation speed cards. Within days, maybe a week, he’d recover what he’d lost. And the clones would be cultivating independently during that same period, growing stronger at the same accelerated rate.
The real cost wasn’t the cultivation base. It was the lifespan, which he only have 51 years remaining.
But like the cultivation base, the lifespan would recover.
The investment was sound and the returns would be exponential.
Liam exhaled slowly, feeling the clone connections quietly in his awareness. He could sense all three of them now, distant but present, each one moving through its assigned space. The magic universe clone had already begun flying, searching for the dragons’ aura. The cultivation universe clone was approaching Grand Xia’s capital. The Dimensional Space clone had entered the Pagoda and was selecting a cultivation chamber.
He was in four places at once, with four streams of experience and four paths of growth.
It was exactly what he’d needed.
His own priorities shifted now that the clones were handling the other universes. He didn’t need to worry about building connections in the magic universe or maintaining relationships in the cultivation universe. Those were covered. His focus could turn entirely to Earth, to Nova Technologies, to the projects that required his direct attention here.
And one project in particular needed him.
Lucy was still working on reverse-engineering the FTL drive, and the process was taking longer than either of them had anticipated, as even the advantage of the Dimensional Space time dilation can’t help.
It wasn’t a question of her capability—Lucy could solve almost any engineering problem given enough time—but FTL technology operated on principles that required careful analysis and repeated testing, and she was making progress.
Liam could help with that. He had the comprehension boost card waiting, and he had time now that the clones were deployed. Between the two of them, working together, they could crack the FTL problem faster than Lucy could alone.
And honestly, he wanted to spend time with her. She’d been working nonstop since he’d given her the FTL drive. Helping her with the project gave him an excuse to be useful while also just being present.
Even though she’s an AI, she’s no different from a human with her emotional intelligence.
Liam smiled to himself and vanished from the Dimensional Space and he reappeared in the Lunar Base Sanctuary’s main bay.
He walked toward the central corridors, heading for the research wing where he knew Lucy would be.