Starting the tutorial with two bodies Chapter 7 – Let the Tutorial Begin

In the end, all that remained were the clothes and the daggers. Still, there was one small problem: was I really supposed to change here? With all my clones watching ? Honestly, I’m not a fan of that kind of exposure, and the idea of changing clothes under so many watchful eyes felt far from comfortable.

Especially now that I had two bodies—it only made things even stranger. But when I asked my clones about it, their response brought instant relief, dissolving my concern. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novｅlfire

“You don’t need to worry about that. Even if you don’t put it on now, once the tutorial begins, you’ll appear in your outfit” my female clone replied with a small, knowing smirk, like she had expected the question all along.

Well, I guess that was it. At least, nothing else ca to mind that I felt like asking. Besides, I had this strange feeling that, even if I tried, any question aid at my clones would just get vague answers—or worse, complete silence. In the end, I just sighed and turned my gaze toward my other self. She stood there, unmoving, her face unreadable.

It was still a strange sensation—seeing myself from two completely different perspectives. On one side, I still felt like Justin Davies. But on the other, I was seeing myself as Noa Davies.

The experience wasn’t exactly uncomfortable—it was more like staring at my reflection in a mirror, except with the odd realization that the reflection had a life of its own.

Still, there was no unease inside , nor any bizarre risk of developing a romantic fascination with my other self. I an… at the end of the day, it was still in there.

“Before we move on, do you have any specific questions you’d like to ask?” my male clone asked from in front of .

“As long as it doesn’t go against the tutorial’s rules, we’ll answer any of them” my female self-added.

Hearing their question, I paused for a mont to think. Sure, I had a few questions, but honestly, I didn’t think asking them would change much.

I an, even if I asked whether there was a way to avoid getting involved in all this, I’d probably just get a straight “no” in response. So instead, I decided to ask what I was most curious about at the mont.

With that in mind, I lifted my eyes and glanced back and forth between my two clones—one male, one female—before asking: “You ntioned sothing about races... In a way, it even feels like mine has been altered. Does that an there are other races out there in the universe? Like elves and dwarves?”

I could’ve asked about other races too, but those were definitely the most well-known. Either way, upon hearing my question, both the male and female versions of nodded before responding: “In every solar system scattered across the universe, there’s at least one confird planet with life. However, none of those life forms are exactly alike. As you ntioned, elves and dwarves do exist, but only on a few of those worlds. Each planet is ho to unique races shaped by their natural conditions and their own histories”

I nodded, stunned by the unexpected response. I an, I had always believed other forms of life could exist—but imagining it and getting actual confirmation are two very different things.

“Is there anything else you’d like to ask?” my female version asked again, still standing before .

Hearing her, I strained my mind, trying to co up with sothing else. But no matter how hard I tried, nothing ca. The silence dragged on, and a faint sense of frustration started to set in.

I’ve always been like this—more reserved, more introspective. It’s ironic, really, trying to think of questions now when I rarely ask them to begin with. I’ve always preferred to take things in through experience, letting ti and circumstance shape my understanding rather than rushing for quick answers.

It’s just my way of learning—at my own pace, without pressure. And despite everything that’s changed, I still believe it’s the best way to move forward, at least for now.

“You don’t seem to have any more questions, so we’ll begin the tutorial” my clones said in unison, their voices echoing strangely in the air.

Both stood before , male and female, with matching, almost unsettling expressions. The female clone, with her sleek hair and piercing gaze, watched with a calm intensity. The male, more serious and firm in posture, remained silent—as if awaiting my reaction. Their perfect synchronization only made the atmosphere feel stranger.

I just nodded, feeling the tension rise in my body. And before I could say anything else, sothing unusual happened. My body began to glow softly.

The light wasn’t bright enough to blind or cause discomfort, but it radiated with a subtle strength, like a soothing aurora. It was strong enough to be clearly visible, as if I were being wrapped in a nearly tangible energy.

Without breaking my gaze, I turned to look at my clones one last ti. Both of them stood there, eyes locked on . My male and female selves held steady, calm expressions, slight smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.

“Good luck in the tutorial. May great treasures and achievents find their way to you” they said together, their voices filled with a strange blend of hope and encouragent.

Before I could respond—or even fully process what was happening—the scene around dissolved, and my vision was swallowed by a blinding white light, like the whole world had vanished into a cloak of pure radiance.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that I was lying down. Cold tal touched my skin, brushing against my cheek with a chill that made shiver.

My vision, much like in the strange white space I’d experienced before, was split—as if I existed in two places at once. Both of my bodies lay side by side, like mirror reflections.

Almost imperceptibly, the movents of both synced up. Slowly, as if tethered by so invisible thread, I began to rise. It was a slow process, each motion perfectly mirrored, as my eyes scanned the surroundings with an odd sense of detachnt.

It still looked like I was on the train, but sothing felt off. The train, once pulsing with motion, now seed completely still. My eyes drifted toward the windows, searching for answers.

Outside, all I could make out beyond the darkness were endless concrete walls and a ceiling that looked strangely decrepit, like it was falling apart.

It felt like we were still underground—probably just minutes from reaching the station near my college. But the atmosphere inside… it was as if ti had stopped.

And even that felt strange. I could clearly see there was space to walk outside, but most of the train’s path ran through a long, dark tunnel. In other words, the idea of there being anything beyond that concrete wall—any actual place to step out onto—made the situation even weirder.

While I stared out through the eyes of my female self, my male body observed the other passengers around . Just like , they were all wearing clothes completely different from what they had on before everyone blacked out.

The new outfits, more fitted to their new identities, were a clear sign: they had all been through the sa process I had—choosing their classes and dealing with everything that ca with it.