I am the Clone of a Death Row Inmate

Tens of thousands of meters beneath the surface of Zexing.

A vast, open space was hidden here—the very base left behind by Mr. Ao. However, the style within was rather strange; everything had an overwhelming fairy-tale aesthetic.

The ceiling was made of clouds, the tables were mushrooms, and the stools beside them were crabs propped up on their legs. The surrounding walls were pieced together from cream and chocolate.

Even the floor underfoot looked like it was made of soda crackers.

A brilliantly colored, iridescent butterfly, about the size of a human head, flapped its wings and spoke in human language:

”The new master is here! The wait is finally over! Everyone, assemble! Assemble now!”

Two middle-aged men were sitting on the crab stools. One was a handsome, older man with a tall, straight posture, sharp features, and slightly graying temples; the other was a tall, thin man with an aquiline nose.

Hearing the Five-Colored Butterfly’s words, both men looked stunned for a moment before a look of delighted surprise appeared on their faces.

”My God, he’s finally here!” the man with the aquiline nose exclaimed, overcome with emotion.

”I wonder which continent he’s from,” the handsome older man said, his face full of anticipation as he stood up and walked toward the base’s entrance.

”He could also be from one of our three great families!” the man with the aquiline nose said, keeping pace with the handsome older man.

Meanwhile, on the surface, three people simultaneously stopped what they were doing, each with a different reaction.

A black man remained expressionless, but a flicker of disgust flashed deep within his eyes.

The other two were elderly men. The black-haired old man seemed both expectant and apprehensive, while the other, a white-haired old man, was just as excited and thrilled as the two men inside the base.

All three had received a message from the Five-Colored Butterfly, telling them to return to the underground base immediately to welcome the new master.

A wooden door appeared beside each of them. They pushed the doors open, walked through, and returned to the underground base.

An open area had been temporarily cleared at the entrance of the underground base, where five people and one butterfly had now gathered.

”Remember to call him ’Master’ when he arrives!” the Five-Colored Butterfly emphasized repeatedly.

The white-haired old man grumbled, ”I don’t like calling him ’Master.’ It’s not like we’re slaves.”

The middle-aged man with the aquiline nose said nonchalantly, ”As long as I can get out of this godforsaken place, I don’t care if I have to call him ’Master.’ I’d even call him ’Dad.’”

The handsome older man smiled at that. ”None of you have been here as long as I have, yet you’re all so impatient?”

Only the black-haired old man and the black man remained silent. The black man, in particular, had a sullen scowl on his face, though his dark skin made his expression hard to read.

As they were speaking, an opening suddenly appeared above them, and a spaceship slowly descended through it.

Just as Su Ze landed on the surface, a large hole appeared. Through his connection to the base, he knew it was the passage leading underground.

Following the passage felt like traversing space itself; in an instant, he crossed tens of thousands of meters and arrived at the entrance to the underground base.

There was even a dedicated ”parking spot” left for him in front of the entrance, a place for him to land the Magic Cube.

Su Ze parked the ship. The others inside had long been eager to get out for some fresh air. After being cooped up in the spaceship for nearly a month, they were all going stir-crazy.

But Su Ze gave an order for everyone to wait inside the ship until he went out and assessed the situation.

He took Mr. Ya, the Pope, Zhou Wenshan, and a few others to the ship’s exit. Members of the Wol and Stu Families also pushed their way to the exit.

The two hegemons leading the Wol and Stu Families were ecstatic. They begged Su Ze to let them go with him, because they had seen their own ancestors through the windows.

It wasn’t just them. Gasps of shock rippled through the spaceship, as others had also spotted the legendary figure through the glass: Lin Hua’s Legend!

The handsome older man was none other than Lin Hua’s Legend.

Most people on the ship were from the Lin Hua Continent. They had all grown up hearing stories of Lin Hua’s Legend, and history books were filled with detailed accounts of his deeds.

To them, Lin Hua’s Legend was truly a living legend.

To suddenly see the man from the currency of the Lin Hua Continent appear before them, alive and in the flesh, was no less shocking than it would be for a modern person to meet Emperor Qin Shi Huang.

Su Ze had, of course, also seen Lin Hua’s Legend, and he immediately turned his attention to the others.

He recognized the man with the aquiline nose, the white-haired old man, and the black-haired old man from photos in the files on the three great families. They were the powerful experts from those families.

The white-haired old man was an ancestor of the Wol Family, the man with the aquiline nose was a son-in-law who had married into the Stu Family, and the black-haired old man was, of course, Uur Hogan, who had been teleported to Zexing just three years ago.

Su Ze didn’t recognize the black man standing beside them, but he knew that six teleportation slots had been used. This man must have been one of them.

Using the Magic Cube’s sensors, Su Ze discovered that all five of them—including Uur Hogan, who had only arrived on Zexing three years ago—had already become gods!

Su Ze wasn’t surprised that the others had become gods, but for Uur to have also completed his seventh evolution after only being here for three years... his speed was, admittedly, quite fast.

Fortunately, they were all Star Gods. Once at the god level, the difficulty of evolving further increased exponentially.

As long as they were only at the Star God level, Su Ze was confident he could suppress them and didn’t have to worry about a rebellion.

’But if six teleportation slots were used, why are there only five people here? Who used the other slot?’

Su Ze suppressed his doubts and looked again at the Five-Colored Butterfly dancing gracefully above their heads. He figured this must be the ”base manager” left behind by Mr. Ao and the Creation Dream Butterfly, something akin to an AI assistant.

Taking a deep breath, Su Ze had the Magic Cube open its main doors, and he led the way out.