I am the Clone of a Death Row Inmate

The Mu Country King had been right about one thing. This body of his had never made a move, merely watching from the sidelines as Mr. Ya and the Mu Country King fought, precisely because he was afraid of revealing that it was just a clone.

The headless clone only had the combat power of the Butterfly Stage. Its cover would be blown the moment it attacked.

Su Ze, controlling the headless clone, reached up and removed the Hundred-Change Mask, revealing a bare, smooth neck.

The head had been a simulation created by the Hundred-Change Mask. The mask’s disguise had a small chance of being seen through by an overlord-level expert, and a much higher chance of being penetrated by a spiritual-type overlord. That was why Su Ze had maintained a significant distance from the Mu Country King ever since entering his chambers.

Ostensibly, it was a precaution. In reality, he was afraid the Mu Country King would see through the Hundred-Change Mask’s disguise.

However, the probability was very low. Disguising the headless clone as someone else would have been one thing, but disguising it as Su Ze himself... that couldn’t even be called a disguise.

The headless clone was originally a body Su Ze had discarded. It was identical to him in almost every way, just missing a head.

At this moment, small buds of flesh began to sprout from the headless clone’s bare neck. They writhed and squirmed, growing with extreme speed. In just a moment, they formed the blurry outline of a head.

Liou Wenxin had once said that when the headless clone grew a head, the Pope’s consciousness might reawaken from within.

And now, the energy from the Earth Core Potato was helping the headless clone regenerate its head.

Su Ze didn’t know what would happen next. Speaking of which, both the Pope and the Mu Country King had been possessed by a Thought Race Divine Spirit. The two of them were ”countrymen,” so to speak.

The parasite, which was the Thought Race Divine Spirit’s consciousness, burrowed into the headless clone and immediately sensed that something was wrong. ’There’s no soul in this body!’

’It’s a trap!’

’This still isn’t Su Ze’s true body!’

’Where is his real body?’

The Thought Race Divine Spirit, who had always been certain of its victory because it had planted an egg in Su Ze’s soul, felt a flicker of panic for the very first time.

The headless clone was just an empty shell. Su Ze controlled it by merely injecting a faint thread of his Spiritual Power.

For the Thought Race Divine Spirit, which currently wasn’t even a complete Soul Body, having no soul to inhabit was a disaster. It couldn’t exist for long in this state.

A parasite had to find a host to ensure its long-term survival and continued growth.

The Thought Race Divine Spirit decided to switch targets.

Although Su Ze was its optimal choice, the top priority now was finding a host to ensure its own survival.

It set its sights on Mr. Ya... but Mr. Ya instantly flashed several hundred meters away.

In its parasitic form, the Thought Race Divine Spirit was simultaneously powerful and weak. Without a host, its mobility was extremely limited. But once inside a target’s soul, it was an invincible Saint-level existence; even a Legendary-tier expert could very well fall prey to its parasitic nature.

Just as the Thought Race Divine Spirit was wondering whether to play dead and try another bluff, it suddenly sensed a wisp of spiritual fluctuation from within the empty shell.

’Who is it?’

’Who’s hiding in this body?’

The Thought Race Divine Spirit was delighted. ’Isn’t this the perfect target for me to inhabit!’

’I don’t care who it is. I’ll take them over first and worry about the rest later.’

By now, the headless clone’s head had finished regenerating. It looked identical to Su Ze, except it was completely bald.

The bald Su Ze opened his eyes. They were as deep as a bottomless pool of stagnant water, utterly devoid of emotion.

He frowned slightly and looked down at his body. Only a faint trace of his consciousness had awakened within this vessel—a weak Soul Body, diluted to an almost infinite degree. ’And now some creature wants to seize control of this Soul Body from me.’

”It’s you?” the Pope said, recognizing the Thought Race Divine Spirit.

”So it was you!” The Thought Race Divine Spirit recognized the Pope as well.

”Let me borrow this Soul Body of yours,” the Thought Race Divine Spirit said.

The Pope pondered for a moment before replying, ”Fine.”

This was just one of his Sub-Souls; he had countless others like it.

Furthermore, this body was just one Su Ze had discarded. With only the strength of the Butterfly Stage, it held little value and wasn’t worth the two of them fighting over.

The Pope was willing to sacrifice this Sub-Soul to save his old compatriot.

”How touching.” A voice tinged with mockery rang out as a figure covered in leaves, half-tree and half-man, appeared beside Mr. Ya.

Had the higher-ups of the Filth Earth Organization been present, they would have surely recognized this as the spitting image of Feng Bqing.

But this was Su Ze, disguised as Feng Bqing.

He had used the shapeshifting ability that came with his ”Liquid Life” to take on Feng Bqing’s appearance.

With such a huge commotion here, and the Mu Country King now dead, Lin Hua Country was bound to take this matter very seriously.

The Mu Country King was the monarch of Mu Country and, secretly, a Thought Race Divine Spirit. The upper echelons of Lin Hua Country, especially those who had been possessed by the Nian Race, would certainly not let his death go unanswered.

Therefore, this incident needed a scapegoat.

Feng Bqing was an excellent choice. After all, a madman needs no motive for his actions, nor would he try to defend himself.

Before coming to see the Mu Country King, Su Ze had already suspected that the foreign object in his soul had been planted by the king.

But he could neither remove the foreign object, which he suspected was an egg, nor could he even observe it.

So he came up with a crude method. Using ”Expansion,” ”Liquid Clone,” and ”Unyielding Will,” he split himself in two, creating two identical copies.

These two Su Zes looked identical, and his soul and physical body were split equally between them.

But the egg in his soul would not be split in two, so it would only reside in one of the clones.

The problem was, Su Ze didn’t know which body contained the egg. He could only let the Mu Country King make the choice himself.

The two versions of Su Ze hid on either side of the corridor outside the Mu Country King’s chambers, while Su Ze sent only the headless clone in to talk to the king.