I am the Clone of a Death Row Inmate

If Su Ze had teamed up with Mr. Ya at that moment, killing King Mu would have been easy. But he held back, sticking to the plan and watching Mr. Ya fight King Mu from where he stood.

CLANG!

With a deafening crash, Mr. Ya shattered the sword in King Mu’s hand with his shovel. He immediately followed up, knocking King Mu to the ground.

”Die!”

Mr. Ya roared and swung his shovel down at King Mu’s head without hesitation.

But the shovel hit nothing. King Mu had reappeared over ten meters away.

’An Instant Teleportation Skill?’ Su Ze was stunned. ’If that’s what it is, it must be a skill involving space.’

Mr. Ya raised his shovel and gave chase, but King Mu flew out of the sleeping chambers without a backward glance.

King Mu was incredibly fast. Combined with his occasional short-distance teleports, Mr. Ya couldn’t keep up.

In an instant, he reached the exit. The guards outside the sleeping chambers and the maids within had already been knocked unconscious by Su Ze and Mr. Ya. As a result, nothing of what had transpired inside Muyun Palace had gotten out, and no one came to King Mu’s aid.

Just as the exit was in sight, King Mu suddenly veered and flew down the hallway to the left.

There in the hallway, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking his path.

It was Su Ze—or rather, another Su Ze.

”King Mu, you’re not getting away!” Su Ze said.

”Why would I run?” King Mu sneered. He suddenly uttered a bizarre syllable, a word from some alien language Su Ze had never heard before.

”AARGH!” Su Ze suddenly cried out, his head splitting with pain, as if something was about to drill its way out of his brain.

At that moment, the rice-grain-sized foreign object in his soul began to squirm. It slowly cracked open, as if something was about to hatch.

It really was an egg!

’So it was you, King Mu!’

Su Ze’s eyes flashed with rage, finally certain that the egg in his soul had been planted by King Mu.

With the last shred of sanity he had left, he mobilized his Gravity Domain, restraining King Mu and pulling the king right in front of him.

Su Ze grabbed King Mu by the neck, his grip tightening, as if he meant to rip the king’s head clean off his shoulders.

King Mu didn’t resist in the slightest. A smile even played on his lips as he held out the Golden Bloodline Crystal to Su Ze.

”Don’t you want this? Take it!”

Su Ze didn’t take the Bloodline Crystal. He was in agony. The egg in his soul had cracked wide open, and a small creature was about to emerge. At the same time, his consciousness began to fade, as if another awareness was awakening within his soul.

Such was the nature of soul parasitism.

To ensure the host’s survival, to coexist with it—that was true parasitism.

Soul parasitism was different from possession. It wasn’t about replacing one soul with another, but about using one’s own consciousness to occupy the other’s soul.

Once the soul parasitism was successful, Su Ze’s soul and body would remain unchanged. However, his own consciousness would be utterly annihilated, replaced by that of King Mu—or more accurately, the consciousness of the Thought Race Divine Spirit.

The other Su Ze and Mr. Ya rushed over from the sleeping chambers. King Mu glanced at the Su Ze behind him out of the corner of his eye and sneered inwardly.

He had seen through it long ago—it was just a decoy. The Parasitic Soul Egg he had planted would naturally allow him to sense its presence, and he felt nothing from that body.

That was why he had made a beeline for the Su Ze in the left hallway. The connection to the Parasitic Soul Egg told him that Su Ze’s real body was hidden here.

”What a crude trick!” King Mu taunted. ”Your clone never dared to attack, did it? Were you afraid of giving yourself away? Afraid I’d see it was just a clone the moment it made a move?”

Su Ze let out an agonized howl, suddenly raising his other hand and punching King Mu’s head, blowing it apart.

A mixture of red and white splattered everywhere. King Mu was finally silent, his chatter silenced.

But Su Ze found no peace. It was as if King Mu had crawled right into his head and was now chattering endlessly inside his mind.

Fragments of memories began to surface in his mind...

Memories that weren’t his own. They belonged to the Thought Race Divine Spirit that had possessed King Mu.

The consciousness of the Thought Race Divine Spirit was awakening, being reborn within Su Ze’s soul.

Su Ze gradually began to lose control of his expression. A cold, mocking sneer spread across his face as he looked at the other Su Ze and Mr. Ya, who stood helplessly in the distance.

His consciousness was fading, as if sinking to the bottom of the sea, into an eternal sleep...

The Soul Egg in him fully hatched. It was a tiny, formless, and intangible creature. In the final moment before his consciousness faded completely, Su Ze thought he saw the face of a member of the Nian Race on it.

Now on the verge of being completely possessed by the soul parasite, a victor’s smile spread across Su Ze’s face. He looked down upon Mr. Ya and the other Su Ze. ”Are you going to kill me?”

He knew the extent of Su Ze’s power. He also knew that Mr. Ya and a single clone were no match for the real Su Ze.

Besides, once the soul parasitism was complete, he would have total control of Su Ze’s power, including the clone. Mr. Ya would be left to fight alone, giving the spirit even less cause for concern.

But just as the Thought Race Divine Spirit was certain of his victory, the figure he had dismissed as Su Ze’s clone suddenly spoke. ”Are you sure I’m the clone?”

The Thought Race Divine Spirit froze.

”The truth is, there’s no difference between my main body and my clones. Since you’ve taken over that body, then this one can just be the main body now.”

Su Ze wasn’t lying. His clones were a product of his ”Liquid Life” and ”Unyielding Will” abilities. Each one was formed from a piece of his body and a piece of his soul, leaving no true distinction between the original and its copies.