"Who said slimes are the weakest of all monsters? Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!"
Lucien muttered, staring at the tiny version of himself.
The result of his Slime Skill: Split Body.
There was only one reason he was reacting this way.
That miniature Lucien, standing at just about 20 centimeters (or 8 inches), looked exactly like him. A perfect clone.
His hair.
Expression.
Even his stance.
It was uncanny.
But what made it truly absurd...
It wasn't just a copy. It was an extension of him.
Lucien could feel it.
He could will it to move, act, respond.
Just like moving his own limbs!
The little clone stood silently, gazing up at him.
Lucien narrowed his eyes.
Lucien sat down in cross legs and closed his eyes. He focused his mind.
And then... He felt it.
A subtle click within his consciousness like a door unlocking.
When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer looking out from his real body.
He was looking at it.
