Chapter 59: Floating
Percy’s feelings towards his clones had shifted a lot over time.
His first attempts had been defined by pain and confusion, as he hadn’t had the slightest clue how his bloodline was supposed to work back then. Yet oddly enough, those very trips to the Moirais’ world and Huehue had proven his most successful ones by far.
Suffice to say, by the time he’d developed a proper understanding of his ability, his greed and anticipation had reached an all-time high. Of course, that had only led to disappointment during his crappy adventure in the gecko’s body, which was soon followed by several equally fruitless trips.
That said, things had flipped around once more since then. No, he hadn’t found anything else of value, but that was precisely why he had learned to lower his expectations, to the point the shitty bodies and gruesome deaths no longer bothered him.
If anything, he had slowly come to appreciate the novelty of his adventures. Initially, Percy had pitied his clones, who had to endure all those hardships just so he could benefit. Nowadays, he was beginning to think it was his main body who had drawn the short end of the stick, however.
‘I’ll take freezing to death and getting eaten by crabs over picking apart one more bloody wasp. Or brewing another pot of sludge.’
And it was with this mindset that clone #13 had embraced his new holiday.
Things were looking up for him too! He’d found a suitable body fairly quickly and it hadn’t even resisted much – unlike clones #9 and #11 who had imploded before even doing anything. In fact, his new host was even more zen than the lizard, happy to relax and give him the reins. Not out of fear – just pure, unmitigated chill.
‘Why am I spinning though?’