Infinite Clone System Made Me Too OP!

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BLING!

[Ding! You have killed a Spiritual Beast of the Water Nation. This beast was of the Late Foundation Establishment Realm. Alongside this kill, you also managed to kill a Late Foundation Establishment Realm WaterBender Rider from the Water Nation!]

[Ding! You have obtained 1.2 Quintillion Clone Essence!]

[Ding! Would you like to use up half of your 100 Quintillion Clone Essence in order to purchase clones with strength in the Late Foundation Establishment Rank?]

"Yes."

BLING!

[Ding! You have successfully purchased over 500 Clones with strength in the Late Foundation Establishment Rank!]

Following the system notification, 500 something odd clones materialized from thin air.

FWIP! FWIP!

As the last of them spawned, Lucifer began issuing numerous commands. Most of them were dispatched to the ongoing battle with the Water Nation, while the rest of them were assigned to the pursuit of drug concoction—a profession otherwise known as Alchemy.

Lucifer couldn't live without his pills, so naturally, he had to put the highest-quality slaves to work on their production.

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However, of the clones that were sent out, Lucifer left four inside his Clone Storage. These clones were tasked with a particularly sensitive objective. Their objective was to capture a man who had overstepped his bounds and let greed get the better of him.

Of course, we're talking about the…

One might've assumed that the identity of this man would be disclosed so easily. But one would be sorely mistaken. The only thing being disclosed was the lack of one's brain cells. That was, unless you exercised them at the maximum capacity and intuitively deduced who was being referred to…

Despite the question of one's intelligence being thrown in the air, Lucifer soon found himself sitting on a blue, illusory chair, waiting for the mysterious man to show himself.

It took less than two minutes for the four clones to emerge from underground. Dragging with them a large, snarky man in possession of a grand sum of fat rolls.

"You little cunts! Do you have any idea who the fuck I am!? The Head Lord! That is who I am! Now bow before this daddy and confess your sins!"

The Head Lord blustered through his blubbery mouth, trying his best to sound domineering, even with the fact that there was a large yellow stain spread across the center of his trousers.

"Ahhh… I apologize for this sudden invitation, my dear friend! I know I said I would give you until the time I broke through into the Qi Condensation Realm. But if I'm being honest, I don't give a fuck."

Lucifer rose from his chair and pulled it around until reaching a position where it was directly facing the trembling Head Lord.

"6th Young Master… I-Its you…" the Head Lord stuttered, trying his best not to show the fear that resided within him.

"Say, how about we play a little game?" Lucifer asked with a playful tone, pulling out a few darts.

The sharp, pointy edges of the darts in his hand shone under the blazing sun, acting as quite the fear-inducers for the fat lard.

But it wasn't like any of this was of any concern to Lucifer, so he continued with what he was doing: tapping the tips of the darts and playing around with their shafts, until the Head Lord, on his own volition, collapsed to the ground.

"P-Please, 6th Young Master! I am a loyal servant of the Devilduke Household! I will return everything that I stol- overcharged you for! I just need time until after this battle is over to gather all the funds out!" The Head Lord pleaded, his face in the dirt and his butt in the air.

"I must say… You are quite the excellent groveler."

"T-Thank you, my Lord-"

"But it's too bad that it won't save you."

"!!!"

PHEWWW

Just as the Head Lord was about to get up and flee away in terror, a razor-sharp dart sliced through the air before piercing through his fat rolls in a quarter of a second.

"Arrghh!!! I-It hurts!!!" he cried out in agony, struggling not to shit himself right on the spot.

"Golly… It hurts, does it? Well, I guess I should get a 'band-aid' for your booboo. Don't you worry, I have got just the thing!" Lucifer's expression became more welcoming as he flashed his pearly whites and picked up another dart. "Here, have a band-aid. It might hurt at first, but don't worry—it only gets worse with time!"

PHEWWWW

Another dart punctured the blubbery skin of the Head Lord, this time in the area around his kneecap. By now, he was slumped against a boulder, with one dart lodged in his leg and the other dangerously close around his heart.

But, of course, Lucifer made sure to keep him alive. After all, there were a lot more 'band-aids' he had to apply to the piggy. Can't leave those wounds unattended, now could he?

With a 'compassionate' gleam in his gaze, Lucifer watched the pig squirm on the dirt, wailing like a good little piggy.

"Tell me, was it amusing for you? To take millions of lowest-ranked spiritual stones from me? Do tell me... Did it amuse you?" Lucifer pulled his chair, sitting right in front of the ugly, crying face of the Head Lord. He placed his boot on his face and stomped down with brutal force!

BOOOM!

CRACK—

The ground beneath the Head Lord's head cracked, burying his face even deeper into the earth. There were no longer any teeth left in that gaping mouth of his, but Lucifer still felt that he hadn't become handsome enough.

So, with great 'restraint', he smashed his head even further into the soil!

"Good, now we can't hear your wailing. This pleases me… But you know what does not please me…?" Lucifer kicked the fatass in his fat ass, sending his fat rolls jiggling. "What annoys me is that you're still clinging onto the tiny shred of hope—hope that makes you think you will be able to walk out of this with your life intact."

BANG!

Lucifer kicked the Head Lord in the ass once again, resulting in another ripple of jiggle in the area around his head. His head still remained buried in the ground, but that didn't prevent a muffled scream of pain from escaping, echoing in the ears of the worms below.

"Ahh, it seems like you still need a 'band-aid' for that little scratch right there! Fret not my friend, I have just the right tools to get this job done."

Following those words, Lucifer pulled out more than a dozen darts, each sharper and larger than the last.

"I promised you that we'd play a game, so why don't we play a brief round of 'pin the tail on the donkey'!? I promise that you'll absolutely love this one!"

Lucifer drew his hand back behind him, getting ready to throw the best pitch he'd ever thrown!

"Get ready, my dear friend, for this night will be a long one…very long…"

"!!!"

Despite the desperate, muffled pleas of the wailing pig, it didn't seem like any of it were even getting registered in Lucifer's ears as he hurled the first of many darts for the night.

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