Clone Ascension

Wendy’s eyes narrowed with interest the moment Evan said:

“If I tell you everything… can you keep it secret?”

She didn’t blink.

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy you milk tea.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“A month of milk tea.”

“Deal.”

Evan exhaled.

“Fine. I’m… a clone. A disposable substitute created by Zhao Yuanyi to take the fall for Liam Zhao.”

He watched Wendy’s face closely—

but she didn’t even flinch.

Not shock.

Not disbelief.

Just quiet acceptance.

“You don’t look surprised,” Evan muttered.

“You expected me to be?” Wendy smiled faintly.

“You underestimate your sister’s tolerance as an evolutionary scientist. I’ve considered the possibility. But your personality is so different from Liam Zhao’s that I couldn’t explain why a clone would diverge so drastically.”

Evan couldn’t explain the “transmigration” part, so he offered the only version he could.

“When I was in prison, something triggered the hidden memories. I realized I was a clone. And from that moment on… I wasn’t him anymore. I saw his memories like a bystander. I knew I wasn’t Liam.”

Wendy didn’t press further.

Instead, she asked:

“What I want to know is—why did the Filth Organization hunt you? What do you have that they want?”

“They didn’t know I was a clone at the time,” Evan said. “Maybe they still don’t.”

“You said they were after a skill you possess?”

“Yeah. It started with Liam Zhao’s first encounter with Feng Buqing…”

Evan recounted everything he had learned from Liam’s memories—

the princess, the extract, the mysterious skill, the Filth Organization’s obsession.

He left out the effect of Evolution’s Grace for now.

Wendy listened, brows knitting tighter with every detail.

“So Liam absorbed Princess Zhu Zhi’s extract, gained a powerful skill, and you—through cloning—copied that skill. And according to Feng Buqing, that skill is a bloodline crystallization.”

“That’s what he said.”

Wendy grabbed a pen and paper, slipping into full researcher mode.

“There are two major problems here—scientifically speaking.”

She wrote:

Bloodline crystallizations can only be absorbed by Saint‑tier evolvers.

How did Princess Zhu Zhi absorb one?

Can a bloodline crystallization skill be copied through cloning?

Evan nodded.

“The first question… we can’t answer. I don’t even know if she really absorbed one.”

“Let’s assume the Filth Organization’s intel is correct,” Wendy said.

“They operate above Dongli’s level. If they believe such a crystallization exists, we should treat it as real.”

“Fair enough.”

Wendy continued:

“Bloodline crystallizations are tied to the divine tier. Cloning can’t replicate anything close to that. We can’t even clone a proper Chrysalis‑tier evolver, let alone a divine‑level skill. And if a mortal‑absorbable crystallization existed and could be cloned, the Filth Organization would have mass‑produced them already. They haven’t.”

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Evan sighed.

“That’s what I thought too. But the skill is definitely in me.”

“Then it wasn’t simple cloning,” Wendy said firmly.

Evan’s heart tightened.

If not cloning…

then what?

Only one person would know.

Professor Boyi Feng.

The man who created his body.

Even Zhao Yuanyi might not know the truth.

Evan’s mind raced.

He needed to meet Boyi Feng

But Feng was in Rovan Nation—hostile territory.

Unless…

“Wendy,” Evan said suddenly, “that academic exchange conference—will Boyi Feng attend?”

Wendy’s eyes sharpened.

“He’s one of the top evolutionary scientists in the Six Nations. Of course he’ll be invited.”

A spark of opportunity ignited in Evan’s chest.

In Linhua Nation—the Sovereign Nation’s territory—he wouldn’t have to worry about Rovan’s hostility.

It was the perfect chance.

“Wendy, I’m going with you.”

She considered it.

“Entry into Linhua is strict. You’ll need a legitimate identity.”

Evan knew this.

Linhua’s borders were sealed.

Only those with official invitations or strong justification could enter.

Wendy continued:

“Each invited scientist may bring one assistant. But the assistant must be a recognized evolutionary researcher. Which means… I need to finish your paper quickly.”

Evan had no research achievements.

Without that paper, he wouldn’t pass the review.

He immediately bowed his head.

“Thank you, Wendy. I’ll go buy your milk tea right now.”

“Milk tea can wait.”

Wendy leaned forward, curiosity gleaming.

“So you really won’t tell me what that copied skill actually does?”

Evan hesitated only a moment.

He had already revealed so much.

There was no point hiding this part.

“It’s nothing special,” he said casually.

“It just lets me absorb one extra extract every evolution stage.”

Wendy froze.

No shock.

No scream.

Just pure, absolute mental shutdown.

Evan smiled smugly.

Let’s see you stay calm now.

Wendy’s eyes slowly regained focus—

and then lit up like twin suns.

As a top evolutionary scientist, she understood the implications better than anyone.

This wasn’t a skill.

It was a miracle.

She stared at Evan like he was a priceless artifact.

Evan shivered.

He suddenly felt like a lab mouse about to be dissected.

Wendy silently picked up a scalpel.

Evan’s voice cracked.

“W‑Wendy… what are you doing?”

Her tone was the gentlest he had ever heard.

“Little brother… leave something for me.”

In the end, Evan surrendered a few strands of hair, some fingernails, and a vial of blood before escaping the lab.

He hoped she would discover something useful.

⭐ Testing the New Needle Strike

Dongli University’s training hall was massive, filled with alloy dummies and reinforced arenas.

Evan had never used it before—

despite being granted free access upon enrollment.

Today was different.

His Needle Strike had evolved, and he needed to test it.

The new description was clear:

Needle Strike:

Concentrate all physical force into a single point.

Upon penetration, internal energy detonates inside the target.

(If the user possesses toxin‑type skills, Needle Strike may carry poison.)

The explosion effect was new—

a perfect fix for the skill’s limited attack range.

He faced an alloy dummy rated to withstand a typical Chrysalis‑tier strike.

He didn’t activate Ant Strength.

Just a pure Needle Strike.

His finger tapped the dummy’s head.

A hole appeared instantly—

followed by a sharp internal blast that blew open a fist‑sized crater.

“Not bad,” Evan murmured.

External explosions were mediocre.

Internal explosions were devastating.

He activated Ant Strength and struck again—this time at the chest.

His finger pierced the metal—

and a thunderous boom followed.

The dummy shattered into pieces.

Evan nodded in satisfaction.

His weakest skill had just become a lethal weapon.