It was possible that there were a lot of insidious side effects in using this GodForge piece replacent. Sothing about it told him that having to turn yourself cold and half-dead couldn’t be healthy in the long run.
Not only that, but those zombies were as lifeless and as brainless as fantasy depicted them to be. They weren’t really alive in a sense; their bodies were just moving instinctively.
And sohow, being in this zombified state made their instincts try to savagely take other people’s hearts.
When the zombies were after him, their dead, grey, hazy eyes were intently focused on his chest, as if they had a fervid need for the source of power in his body.
Now, he didn’t know if they wanted his heart specifically, or just any heart in general.
He was special, after all. He wasn’t just a Maugnetic, he was a Natural one at that.
In any case, having those zombies run amok in the world would sow chaos and destruction anywhere they touched. It would be apocalyptic.
He didn’t know how many people had this fake on their hearts. It could be that only the Faux-Stil company had it in their possession, or they were just one of many. There could be an entire black market surrounding this GodForge piece alternative that was rife all around the world.
It was a little bit concerning that he couldn’t tell the difference between the real one or the fake one.
While they were alive, they showed no visible sign of having sothing fake in their hearts. They moved and acted like a normal Maugnetic, defying reality and all. Even his Drone’s Maugnetic Vision couldn’t tell the difference.
Well, I guess I could tell...
He rembered that repulsive feeling he got just from glancing at Frick and his cohorts. Whenever they were in his presence, they triggered sothing feral within him, sothing that urged him to dispose of them as soon as possible.
As unscientific as it was, that feeling was his only guidance in trying to find more undercover zombies like Frick.
[The Software wasn’t aware of the possibility of a fake,] ChatJK5 said decisively.
It seed that she blad herself for not realizing that sothing was wrong in the first place.
[Once I have fully studied the effects of this fake, I can change the coding on the Drone’s Vision to search for possible indications.]
It made sense why she was so enthusiastic in experinting with the fake GodForge pieces.
Are you sure this is safe? Won’t the clones get affected by whatever is inside the fakes?
That self-destructing chanism didn’t seem natural. It felt purposeful. Because of that, there was good reason to believe that there were other hidden operations inside that could negatively affect the person who had it.
[We precisely want that to happen. The Unity Clones are entirely under your control. Yours and yours only. Any alterations that the fake GodForge piece would make inside the clone’s body can be easily destroyed and countered with one simple thought of yours.]
Michael nodded, finally understanding ChatJK5’s confidence in the experint.
After all, she was right. His Unity Clones were made out of, well, Unity. And Unity was made up of all the eight mana elents combined. And using his Supre Talent, there was no mana in the world that wouldn’t obey under his instructions.
If an insidious, virus-like side-effect corrupted the Unity Clone during the experint, not only would it be imdiately rendered inert, but it would also give ChatJK5 a chance to analyze it in its entirety, thereby giving way to the possibility that she could sohow figure out the fake’s origins.
After thinking about it so more, Michael eventually relented.
He was originally a little bit skeptical, but ChatJK5 successfully convinced him.
He figured out that he should set aside his repulsive feelings about the fake, and instead treat it as a didactic carcass: sothing to dissect and study rather than sothing to stow away, rotting in his inventory.
Another reason was that he didn’t want the fake to interact with the Mysterious Pearl. He had enough unwanted reactions for now.
So, he imdiately recalled all five of his Unity Clones to his side.
They ascended from his split shadows, kneeling as they greeted him.
It was Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta and Echo.
"Alpha, co forward. You’re going to have to be our test subject."
This was an easy decision. After all, she was the only one who was still a mortal amongst his Unity Clones.
Bravo was in the 1st stage, while the rest were in the 3rd stage.
In case sothing bad happened, which he was pretty sure it won’t, then he’d only lose one clone.
Despite his cold and calculating reason for this choice, Alpha obediently walked forward and offered her hands to him.
It was a little bit weird treating Alpha as an experint, but he had to remind himself that she was a clone. He was basically experinting on himself, which made the questionable moral ethics of the whole situation a little bit easier to swallow.
He opened his palm, summoning a rectangular shadow above it. Then, a black glass-like iceberg ascended from the depths of his shadow inventory.
Once presented with this strange curio, Alpha closed her eyes.
His Unity Clone opened herself up to ChatJK5’s control.
Imdiately, a glowing split appeared from the bottom of her neck down to her torso.
Wind and an invisible pressure billowed out of her as Unity began to unleash its destructive capabilities.
Covering his face with his hands, he willed the black iceberg towards Alpha.
It floated forwards, fighting against the expulsive gravity of Unity.
This thing would have imdiately flown backwards if it weren’t for Michael’s powers.
Because of his control, the fake GodForge piece entered into the glowing split in Alpha’s body, seamlessly disappearing into her body as it entered.
Once the entirety of the black iceberg embedded itself on Alpha’s Unity heart, the split nded itself back together, nding the solemn look on his clone’s face.
But that didn’t last long.
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