When they got to his apartment, the youth whose name was Luke was stunned and his face changed drastically.
"There are four of you!? I can't handle four! Please just kill me!" Luke knelt down and begged as snorts and tears flew all over his face.
Vogue immediately knocked him unconscious as his voice was quite loud. He didn't know what the youth was thinking in his head but it was disgusting.
Absorbing his clones, his evolved cells instantly shot up to 109. 100 percent of his body cells and 20 percent from the meditation technique. Then he created his clones back.
"Are you calm now?" Vogue woke Luke up after a while.
The youth woke up, seeing him sitting in the corner of the room.
Also, the entire room had been covered with plastic wrapper he immediately knew he was going to die.
He wanted to scream, but couldn't due to the dirty sock Vogue had stuck in his mouth and the tape around his mouth.
"Alright. Here's what I need you to do. You take your knife and slice off the arms and legs of these three people, then cut off their heads. Do you understand?"
Seeing the confusion on his face, Vogue face-palmed. "You're really an idiot."
Luke's eyes watered. 'Your highness, your request is just too strange! Anyone else would be confused!'
Vogue sighed and took the steel sword he looted from one of the shadows' corpses and gave it to Luke, then pointed at the three clones behind him.
"Take the sword! Slice off their two arms and three legs then take off their heads." Vogue said, word for word, as though he were speaking to a nine-year-old kid.
Luke understood perfectly. However, he was confused about the strange request. Was it a test? Was this maniac testing him to see if he would betray him?
Feeling the steel sword in his hand, he didn't think it was fake. His hands weren't tied up, and neither were his legs.
As a person with over 80 percent of his cells evolved, he could burst out with explosive speed, and with the little distance between him and his captor, he could directly stab him in the heart.
Even if his captor is three to four times faster, there's no way he would have been able to dodge such an attack from this distance, as they were about half a meter from each other.
Gritting his teeth, stood up, holding the sword, and glanced at the three identical twins staring robotically at him, then glanced at Vogue, who was staring at him with an encouraging smile.
'Why did it have to be such a person?' He questioned fate and questioned his life. He shouldn't have taken this job.
Using Falling Sun, he sliced off the three legs and arms in one swift motion and then cut off their heads.
[Ding! Clone 1 received damage.
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+20 Pain Points]
…
[Ding! Clone 2 received damage]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+20 Pain Points]
…
[Ding! Clone 3 received damage]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+10 Pain Points]
[+20 Pain Points]
…
[System Remarks: Not just perverse towards men and yourself, you're lazy as well!?]
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Vogue's eyes twitched when he saw the pitiful amount of pain points he got, and not only that, the system actually insulted him and called him lazy!
He was furious. The last time someone sliced his limbs as well as his head and third leg off, he got 100 to 200 points for each slice!
But now that he replicated the whole thing, the system only gave him 10 percent of what he was supposed to have.
"Fuck you!"
Vogue gritted his teeth and cursed.
Luke immediately trembled and fell to his knees with snort and tears streaming down his face, begging even though his mouth was closed. 'I knew it! This guy is a mad man!'
Vogue squinted. The death of the three clones gave him 210 Pain Points, which was actually decent considering the fact that he could summon the Clones unlimitedly!
His eyes lit up, and he grabbed the sword from the still begging Luke, slicing his palm off as it fell to the ground.
Luke's face turned blank, and he immediately gave up begging. He knew for sure that Vogue was a psychopath and there was no way he would be able to escape or live.
He only prayed his death would be swift.
"Pop!"
The air released a soft pop sound as Vogue's severed hand regenerated.
The severed hand suddenly twitched, and then bones started to elongate from the severed hand, forming a long arm. After that, tissue, veins, muscles, and flesh began to cover the bones as they grew rapidly, creating a whole arm, head, chest, waist, and legs.
In just a few seconds, a complete clone was in shape.
Vogue severed his newly grown hair again and generated another clone and then another clone. He gave the stunned Luke the sword back.
"Alright. Do the same thing you did the last time."
Blankly, Luke severed the limbs and the third legs of the clones and then the head.
Vogue's face morphed into a smile as another notification came into view. It was another 210 Pain Points.
"Hahaha! Now this is how to hack a system!" Without hesitation, he fined another clone as the dead clones transformed into ash.
"Kill them again!" Vogue tapped Luke, who seemed like his soul had been taken from him.
Vogue repeated this process over and over again. At the seventh time, he suddenly felt increasingly dizzy. And at the tenth time, he felt his body grow extremely weak as though he had lost a lot of blood.
"It seems there's still a limit to this shit." Vogue frowned as he stared at the tenth round of clones turning to ash, including every trace of blood.
By the time, Luke was drenched in sweat. But his eyes were still blank, like his soul, as he left his body.
Vogue took out his phone and entered the Intranet.