In my mind, I perceived a faint series of sounds, akin to distant whispers murmuring in the background. Simultaneously, I experienced the tactile sensation of a robe and a diminutive orb materializing within my grasp, seemingly conjured forth from the ethereal depths.
The orb I held possessed an otherworldly quality. Its surface resembled translucent glass, adorned with a subtle iridescence. Upon closer examination, intricate hues played within it, an enchanting display of colors swirling like a celestial galaxy captured within a spherical form. Approximately the size of a small apple, it nestled comfortably in my palm, casting a gentle, otherworldly luminescence.
I quickly donned the robe, securing it around . Simultaneously, I channeled mana into the orb. My gaze shifted from my palm to my surroundings.
"What's happening?" I uttered, perplexed, scanning my environnt, my perception utterly transford.
It wasn't rely a change; it was a complete divergence from my prior senses. My vision shifted from comprehending them as a collective entity to perceiving each person individually—a disconcerting and unfamiliar sensation.
'What's happening, dude... Why are you repeating your thoughts again and again?' Blaze's voice reverberated in my mind. But when had I repeated myself?
My confusion intensified.
"Take this!!" A voice interrupted my contemplation. I questioned the purpose of an Illusion orb, designed to bewilder others, being used on . This wasn't how Illusion magic was ant to function.
Attempting to retreat, I found myself suddenly punched squarely in the ribcage. Strangely, it didn't inflict pain. I staggered backward, yet my legs remained steadfast, unaffected. An uncanny sensation enveloped —motion and displacent without accompanying harm.
Wait a mont! I focused my attention and discovered that the other visions were also in motion, each of them being assailed by the assailants. However, I experienced only the sense of movent and impacts, devoid of the actual physical damage.
"Haa," I sighed in confusion, struggling to comprehend the inexplicable phenonon unraveling before . Why was my vision fragnted into nurous perspectives, rendering immobile and disoriented? Where was I standing at this mont?
When I glanced downward, I beheld an array of disparate floors, so cracked, others smooth, yet all within the confines of the sa warehouse.
Thud*
"Agh," a pained exclamation escaped soone nearby as I felt a tallic object strike the side of my head—reinforced with mana.
This ti, the pain was excruciating, searing through as I experienced the visceral sensation of being hurled away. A hot trail of blood marked the impact site, and I was propelled several feet from my original position, colliding with sothing, or rather soone.
Using this unknown figure to steady myself, I seized their collar and delivered a forceful blow to their abdon, though I remained oddly detached from the sensation.
And then, a startling revelation washed over —I was staring at myself. The individual before mirrored my facial features and hair, but their eyes were hollow, devoid of any emotion.
Two versions of myself? I released the collar, my hand instinctively moving to my throbbing head. Strangely, the "doll" mimicked my actions, precisely mirroring the touch to its own head.
"Wait-?" I surveyed my surroundings once more, and the truth beca painfully clear. Multiple versions of myself littered the scene.
Was I the illusion?
I blinked my eyes once more, and my vision reverted to that attempting to convey a ssage, and to my amazent, he responded, mirroring my actions.
mosaic-like perspective—wait.
Gazing at the other version of myself, I tentatively raised my hand, attempting to convey a ssage, and to my amazent, he responded, mirroring my actions.
Encouraged, I endeavored to make him move independently of my own motions. And it happened—he moved his hands up and down as I willed it.
"Hey! Get over there!" Broker's voice shattered my concentration, redirecting my attention to him. But before I could react to him I...
Flip*
The other versions of myself, scattered throughout the room, executed synchronized backflips, though so struggled due to ongoing assaults.
"Haha, this is going to be fun," I mused, cracking my neck to the side. It seed like a straightforward task to handle them now.
...
[Third Person View]
What unfolded before them was unlike anything they had ever witnessed in their lifetis.
The figure before them underwent a baffling transformation, multiplying as if a multitude of identical copies began materializing out of thin air. They stood there, lifeless as statues, an eerie spectacle that defied reason.
Then, one of the n decided to take action, attacking one of the imitations with unrelenting force. The imitation, or whatever it was, offered no resistance, absorbing the punches and stabs like an impassive tree trunk. Chaos ensued as the group rejoiced at the newfound opportunity, a chance to confront the mysterious boy who had disrupted their night of revelry.
The boy had already dispatched many of them and still stood amongst them like an undying specter, unaffected by the relentless onslaught. He didn't even emit a groan as he ticulously repositioned his own intestines inside his body—a sight that left them aghast. What manner of monster could endure such brutality?
Their collective fury surged as they seized the newcors, unleashing their pent-up anger through violence, attempting to kill, maim, and suffocate them. So among them wept with relief as they noticed the lifeless eyes of the replicas, indicating no resistance.
But then...
Broker's eyes discerned sothing unusual—a clone in the left-back corner moved differently. This particular figure stood still montarily before abruptly kneeing another clone in the abdon. He then gazed around the room, his eyes eting theirs. They weren't lifeless but possessed a peculiar lifelessness that defied explanation. It finally clicked—
"Hey! Get over there!" Broker's voice rang out at the top of his lungs, realization dawning upon him. That was it; that was the real one!
Suddenly, every clone in the room executed synchronized backflips, an unexpected maneuver that startled everyone, bringing the chaotic frenzy to an abrupt halt.
"""Haha, this is going to be fun,"""
They exclaid in unison, their chilling and sadistic smiles sending shivers down spines.
"W-why?" He doesn't know what he has done to trigger this person.
[A/N: I know that the chapter was short but I cut it here because it felt right but don't worry next chapter won't be short.]
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