Alex couldn't believe it…
He felt a pain in his chest as he staggered backward… He immediately clutched his chest as blood seeped through his fingers.
His vest actually failed to stop the gunshot…
Soon, his clones started fading, and in a few more seconds, they all dissolved into nothingness. The smirk that had once curled his lips was gone, replaced by bitterness and indignation.
He couldn't understand it. He was supposed to be the chosen one of this apocalypse. The protagonist. The man destined to rise above the chaos and bend the world to his will.
How could this be happening?
His mind couldn't process it…
He had only just begun. He was only Level 9, still early, still weak compared to what he knew he could become. His Talent was extraordinary, his control over minds unmatched with his Legendary Talent.
Apparently, he had already enslaved many people, far beyond the limits Russel had guessed. And his Gene Skill to clone himself was proof of his uniqueness.
