Clone Ascension

Evan examined his own body.

He looked like an inflated balloon—his entire frame swollen,

floating helplessly against the ceiling.

This wasn’t like the swelling he experienced

when absorbing the Mutated Crocodile extract.

This time, it felt as if every single cell

had been pumped full of air,

expanding him from the inside out.

He knew exactly what this was—

the evolutionary energy of the Black‑Belly Drake‑Pelican

invading his body,

just like the paralysis and petrification

he experienced when over‑tiering with the Rock Scorpion extract.

A wind‑attribute beast.

A wind‑attribute backlash.

He had essentially been hit by demonic wind entering the body.

All he could do was endure.

But enduring wasn’t easy.

Cracks split open across his skin,

blood spraying in thin lines.

He had simply taken in too much power—

his body couldn’t contain it.

Evan didn’t panic.

His Regenerator skill activated,

rapidly healing every wound as soon as it appeared.

As long as he didn’t explode outright,

it meant his physique was barely strong enough

to withstand a Tier‑3 S‑grade extract.

He did, however, regret one thing:

Why didn’t I do this in the bathroom?

His room now looked like a murder scene.

He didn’t know how long it lasted,

but eventually his body deflated

like a punctured balloon.

Thud.

He fell onto the bed,

exhaling in relief.

The worst part was over.

Moments later,

his consciousness entered the blank white world—

the skill selection stage.

He didn’t hesitate.

⭐ Aero‑Aqua Wings

When he returned to his body,

all his wounds had healed.

Only the dried blood remained,

forming a thick crust over his skin.

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He moved slightly—

crack, crack, crack—

the crust shattered and fell everywhere.

Evan sighed.

Cleaning this room would be a nightmare.

Then suddenly—

a surge of energy erupted from within him,

strengthening his body again.

“Oh right…

Knowledge Is Power.

Every new skill gives me another enhancement.”

After the strengthening ended,

Evan showered, changed clothes,

and prepared to test his new flight skill—

but the state of his room forced him

to deal with the mess first.

He searched online

and found Little Raccoon Cleaning Services,

a company whose staff used raccoon‑type beasts

with cleaning skills.

Expensive, but highly rated.

He booked immediately.

“Call me when you arrive.

Don’t knock on the door.”

He didn’t want Yvonne or Wendy

to see the room.

He wasn’t ready to reveal

that he had absorbed his fourth Chrysalis‑tier extract.

About half an hour later,

his phone rang.

“Boss, I’m at the front gate,”

a sweet female voice said.

“Go around to the back.

I’ll come down.”

Evan stepped onto the balcony.

Soon, he saw a girl in a school uniform,

high ponytail, backpack,

peeking around the backyard.

He jumped—

and activated Aero‑Aqua Wings.

Invisible wings of evolutionary energy

lifted him smoothly into the air.

Aero‑Aqua Wings:

Condense evolutionary energy into invisible wings,

granting flight in the sky

and propulsion underwater.

A top‑tier mobility skill—

fast, agile, stable.

Evan landed beside the girl.

She jumped in fright,

then recognized him

and nearly screamed.

He quickly covered her mouth.

After calming down,

she whispered,

“Senior Evan…

you’re the one who ordered the service?”

“Yeah.

I’ll take you up.

Keep quiet.”

He flew her to the balcony.

“You just need to clean this room.”

She stepped inside—

and froze.

Blood everywhere.

A metallic smell.

A scene straight out of a crime drama.

Is my idol… a serial killer?!

Evan noticed her fear.

“I lost control while absorbing an extract.

Got injured.”

Her fear vanished instantly,

replaced by concern.

They chatted as she worked.

Water gathered in her palms,

forming a swirling sphere

that erased every trace of blood.

Her cleaning skill was astonishing.

He learned her name—

Hannah Keane,

an orphanage girl

working part‑time during the break.

She had been admitted to Dongli University

and would enroll next month.

“I’ll be eighteen next year.

I have to leave the orphanage

and live on my own.

So I need to save money.”

She smiled brightly,

dimples appearing.

Soon, the room was spotless.

Evan paid her

and added a generous tip.

He flew her outside the yard.

“See you next year.”

“Thank you, Senior!

I’m really happy I got to meet you!”

She skipped away,

light on her feet.