Apocalypse Cheater

185 The North Region

[: Daniel POV :]

"This is unbelievable,"

Phenex muttered her expression a mix of astonishment and an inability to fully comprehend what had just transpired.

"Hahaha!"

Paimon burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the air.

She laughed so heartily that she had to hold her stomach, as if the sight before her was so ridiculous, it defied any logical explanation.

"This is the first time I've seen someone taking over all the dungeons as though they are nothing but playthings,"

Paimon remarked between laughter, tears streaming down her face.

The sheer audacity and unconventional nature of the plan seemed to have struck her as both amusing and astonishing, creating a moment of laughter in the midst of the unexpected turn of events.

"Indeed it is,"

Phenex couldn't help but agree, her acknowledgement resonating with a sense of awe and understanding.

"With Master's clone, there's no doubt he's able to conquer all of the dungeons,"

She declared, her eyes reflecting a profound sense of seriousness and certainty.

As their words sank in, I couldn't deny the truth in what they had said.

It wasn't about being prideful or egotistical, but a realization of a unique set of capabilities that seemed unparalleled.

The plan I had set in motion, with the assistance of the clones, appeared to be an extraordinary feat, a testament to the exceptional nature of my abilities in the context of the dungeons and their challenges.

Contemplating the clones, each one possessing my powers and strength, I couldn't help but recognize the potential havoc they could wreak with just a single command.

The thought of such power under my control was both awe-inspiring and a bit daunting.

Yet, the realization dawned that these clones could significantly simplify my life, making even the most challenging tasks more manageable.

As the idea settled, another thought emerged.

Why not take advantage of these clones to accomplish missions more efficiently?

It seemed like an opportunity too good to pass up.

The notion of sending out these replicas to complete missions on my behalf held the promise of increased productivity and the ability to tackle multiple objectives simultaneously.

It was a strategic advantage that I could leverage to navigate the intricate challenges presented by the dungeons and beyond.

The idea of using the clones for missions was an interesting revelation, one that I had never considered before.

It made me reflect on the depth of my understanding of certain skills, realizing that there were still aspects waiting to be uncovered and harnessed.

However, the thought of implementing this intriguing possibility became a consideration for the future, something to explore once I had achieved my goals with the 4 Holy Templars.

"Master, your face is kinda creepy right now,"

Paimon suddenly pointed out, drawing attention to the change in my expression.

The realization of the potential held by the clones seemed to have left its mark on my face, perhaps an unintended reflection of the excitement and contemplation swirling in my mind.

"Really? Then, I guess I'm showing too much of my emotion,"

I admitted, shaking my head with a smirk.

It seemed my thoughts had inadvertently slipped through, and the realization of the potential with the clones had left its mark on my expression.

"All right, all of you know what to do, right?"

I addressed my clones, gazing at them.

Once again, the profound nature of the skill surprised me.

The clones stood before me, a testament to the extraordinary abilities that Modern Fantasia had granted me.

The sense of control and power over this legion of replicas was both empowering and a bit surreal.

Not only did they possess all of my skills, bloodlines, and even my stats, but the armours and weapons they held were exact replicas of mine.

The level of precision and replication was uncanny, and it dawned on me that the potential for creating an infinite number of clones was within reach.

A sudden realization struck me, and for the first time in a while, a shiver of fear coursed through me.

The prospect of an endless army of replicas, each wielding my powers and equipped with my gear, raised unsettling questions about the balance and control of such a force.

The very thought of an infinite legion of myself, under my command, triggered a momentary sense of trepidation and contemplation.

The realization of the true power and potential of my clone ability struck me, and the thought of being able to create millions of replicas, each as formidable as myself, sent a chill down my spine.

The sheer scale of this ability, if unleashed without constraint, could be nothing short of disastrous.

As I pondered this newfound understanding, a mix of pity for potential adversaries and a sense of both fortune and responsibility settled within me.

The control over this overwhelming power now rested in my hands.

At the same time, the clones nodded in unison in response to my question.

Their synchronized acknowledgement emphasized not only the replication of my skills but also a shared understanding as if our minds were intricately connected.

"Yeah, we understand. So, why don't we proceed with it, and after conquering the dungeons, we can move on to our plans,"

One of the clones suggested, showcasing not just intelligence but synchronization of thoughts that surpassed mere replication.

"Alright then. Since our minds are connected, words are needless.''

''Let's proceed with our plans,"

I declared, wasting no more time as we collectively set forth on our mission, utilizing the power of the clones to navigate the challenges that lay ahead.

"Yeah, that's right. We won't know what the result of conquering all of the dungeons will be, but becoming stronger is our priority,"

One of the clones voiced, and I couldn't help but smile.

It was a peculiar experience, conversing with a replica of myself, but there was a comforting aspect to having a presence I could communicate with.

"That's right, so let's move on,"

I declared, and in an instant, all of them smiled before disappearing, each proceeding with their individual conquests.

Meanwhile, I made my way towards one of the 4 Holy Templars, specifically targeting the one located in the North Region.

Upon arrival, a vast landscape covered in snow stretched before me.

It was a land where snowfall was perpetual, and I had chosen this region for more than one reason.

The snow-covered terrain held significance, harbouring plans and strategies that I intended to set in motion.

"I don't know whether it's true, since it was just a rumour I heard in the alternate future, but apparently, one of the 13 Longinus Weapons is located in this Region,"

I explained. The Silvery White Core, known as one of the Longinus Weapons, held considerable power, and understanding the might of these legendary artifacts, I couldn't resist the urge to explore this region first.

"Master, what are your plans now?"

Phenex appeared by my side, her curiosity evident in her question.

"Yeah, I'm also curious, Master,"

Paimon added, appearing on my other side.

"Well, I'm planning to visit the 4 Holy Templars, and one of them is located in this region. But at the same time, I'm looking for one of the Longinus Weapons,"

I explained. The mere mention of the term "Longinus Weapon" seemed to strike fear into both Phenex and Paimon, their expressions transforming into terror at the revelation.

"What? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

I furrowed my brows as I observed their fearful reactions.

The term "Longinus" seemed to have a profound impact on them, and I couldn't comprehend the reason for their unease.

"...,"

Phenex appeared as if she wanted to convey something, yet she struggled to find the words.

"*S#%))$@!@$," she attempted to mutter something, but it was as if she was restricted from doing so.

"As expected, it's still too early to say,"

Phenex expressed regret, her troubled gaze meeting mine.

The mysterious and ominous nature of the Longinus Weapons left them speechless, creating an air of apprehension around the topic.

Even though I possessed knowledge of the future, understanding the intricacies of Modern Fantasia, and the actions of the Divine beings, there remained a myriad of unknowns.

My focus on the alternate future had been driven by revenge and vengeance rather than a pursuit of truth, leaving gaps in my understanding.

"Whatever you want to say, you can keep it to yourself for now. When the time is right, then you can convey what needs to be revealed to me,"

I asserted, gazing at Phenex. Her initial look of trouble seemed to dissipate.

"For now, I don't need to know the truth about what you wish to say," I continued.

"All right, Master. When the 'time' has come, I will tell the truth about #@$!3,"

She declared, leaving the specifics shrouded in mystery.

''Yeah, I'll be waiting'' I said as I gazed towards the plane of this region with expectations. As I traversed the snowy landscape, the frigid flakes falling gently around me, I reached the Golden Templar.

It was a magnificent structure adorned with golden hues that sparkled under the soft touch of the snowflakes.

The contrast between the radiant structure and the wintry surroundings created a captivating scene, making the Golden Templar stand out like a beacon in the cold expanse.