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Chapter 421: Vol 9: A Clone Turned into An Egg

Ibro sensed the urgency in the system's harsh tone, so he didn't delay and gave a drop of blood using his sword. The drop was controlled by the system as it said:

'Be ready to be transferred outside of here, your seal function is about to collapse.'

Ibro then didn't have the chance to witness what was going to happen with his drop of blood, as he was pushed immediately by the system to outside. Once he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the same place where he was surrounded by the bodies of dead system holders. 

He looked at all of them as he felt a waste of effort. All of them were system holders like him, but they were unlucky to fall in the hands of the demons without having enough strength. 

Ibro felt gratitude for having his necromancer cultivation way to be unlocked this early, or else he would have faced the same fate as them.

'Can't you harvest their souls for future uses?' Ibro asked after some contemplation. If they had bad luck in the past life ,then it would be nice if he managed to help them after they died.

'their souls were long dead before this day, so there is nothing left to be useful here,' the system replied.

'What will happen in that strange lump now?' Ibro pointed towards the drop of blood which transformed into a big lump, the size of an adult human.

'We will wait for the process to end, hopefully the fiend will fall for the trick and then we can harvest his efforts for ourselves.'

'Are you sure this technique will work on me? I mean it's a fiend technique after all,' Ibro said while watching the strange movements of this lump in front of him.

'To be honest, this isn't a fiend technique at all, I sense the monster clan trail in it,' the system replied. Ibro wasn't surprised much by this, after all he was in a state of open war right now. 

He felt some confusion about these clans' actions, as they were now totally exposed to him, so why didn't they attack him openly and finish him off? Why the effort of this System Battle Royale thing and all the complications that came with it? 

Ibro had only one answer in his mind, they were afraid, but he couldn't guess what they were afraid of, as he knew he lacked essential information here. 

What he was sure about was that whoever entity made all these clans afraid, he or she or it was a friend for humans, and that was good news.

'You didn't answer my question, partner, will this work on me?'

The system didn't reply at once as it took few moments to think before it said:

'Let's hope it works, as it will be a great addition to your strength.'

Ibro muttered while his gaze was set up on that continuously moving lump:

'Let's hope so, partner.'

Ibro stood in his place for quite some time, during which the blasting effect of his runes had vanished and the world regained its previous shape. Ibro was focused over this lump of energy, but he also observed the ongoing battles everywhere via his divine sense. 

As far as he could see, everything was moving smoothly towards a crushing victory for his armies. Ibro felt relieved, as this war was already concluded for him. 

After an hour of waiting, the lump stopped moving suddenly as it began to emanate rays of green light that reached long distance.

'Is it finished?' Ibro asked his system.

'I scanned it and found it began to crystallize now,' the system replied.

'What do you mean? Was it a failure?'

'No, but it's now completing its transformation by crystallization,' the system explained, but Ibro still didn't understand the relation between forming a clone and crystallization. 

Ibro didn't continue to ask, as he knew he wouldn't get satisfied answers now. All he could do was to wait for this strange energy form to finish its transformation and then he could get all the answers he needed.

His wait there lasted for a whole day, which passed by rapidly without noticing it. Ibro was observing the energy lump as it began to be smaller, shiner, and its rough irregular surface began to be smooth. 

This lump was becoming more like an egg than a lump of energy at the end of the day, which was something strange for Ibro. When he remembered the system notice from before about its suspicion of the origin of that technique, everything began to be logical to him.

'Is this cloning technique working by forming an egg?' Ibro asked to confirm his thoughts.

'I don't know, it wasn't supposed to be like that,' the system answered.

'What do you mean? It looks cool for me,' Ibro said pointing out towards this about finishing a large egg.

'The fiend was supposed to use a direct transformation, or cloning technique, but this I don't know how to describe it, but I believe your blood might change something in the technique. This egg needs a lot of time to mature, and also a lot of energy to supply,' the system explained.

The idea of an egg with such a large size, as a size of half human, needed time to mature was normal to Ibro, but he didn't understand the issue related to the energy, so he asked:

'What do you mean by its need for a lot of energy supply?'

'This egg is like blank paper, with no form of energy provided to it, so you need to inject a form of energy into it to mature, and that form of energy will determine the final power and abilities of the clone inside it. 

So you need to consider this matter very carefully, as I believe you can't change the form of energy provided to this egg once you started,' the system explained, yet again Ibro didn't fully understand.

'Are you saying that I need to provide this egg with energy all the time, and the form of energy selected will determine the final power of my clone? If so then I will need to provide the ultimatum energy to it, as it's my most powerful form of energy so far,' Ibro said.

'I don't agree with you, as not necessarily the most powerful is the most suitable. You need to provide the energy all the time, without pause, or else the final result will be full of flaws. 

Can you provide the ultimatum energy all the time? I doubt that,' the system argued, but Ibro couldn't refute it as it had a point here. Ibro wasn't ready to take a long break from everything and feed this egg, as he still had some girls to save, so this way wasn't practical.

'Do you have any suggestions?' Ibro asked.

'The best option you have is the death energy inside your worlds, where your armies are in continuous battles with the demons,' the system replied.

Ibro thought it was a good idea, so he said:

'It's good to have another necromancer clone of me, this way I can depend on him to help me.'

'No, you are mistaken, he wouldn't necessarily be a necromancer,' the system interrupted Ibro's words and ended his fantasy.

'Then what will he be?'

'He will be a dark magician, cold hearted and blood thirsty clone of you. He will be more than a necromancer, far stronger, and more decisive than you,' the system explained.

'Why do I feel you prefer that clone over me?' Ibro complained as he felt insult from the words of the system, which replied at once with courtesy:

'You are you, and he is he, and the two are both one.'

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Ibro ignored the system as it didn't make any sense at all with its last comment. Ibro ignored its harsh sarcastic remarks over him, as he stayed there waiting for this egg to finish its evolution and then decide what he should do with it.