Rise and shine, it's dawn. I opened my curtains and stood at the beautiful view. The lights of a new day, the day that is important, the war day. After I enjoyed the scenery, I slided down the stairs like I am fearless.
I brewed a cup of coffee as usual to start my day, prepared my equipments. I must be tough but I can't, in my hearts, I am just a scaredy-cat.
I tried throw it out, but I am unable to do that. Thus, I did some breathing exercises and also did warm-up for the awaiting fight. I picked up my sword, and smashed it to the ground to act fearless, which I never knew why.
For some reason, I thought it was a good idea but turns out, the ground was damaged. I knew it again that I am not calmed down, so I opened the television, waiting for the good news (Which was the military cancelling the war. )
Obviously, they didn't, they already sent forces from different countries to my house.
"Damn it! I am done for" was the primary thing I thought. Seriously? Forces from different countries, even other countries that is unaffected wants to eliminate me?
I knew this was going to be one of my hardest life obstacle. I had completely no idea how to win... I was scared.
But before I knew it, the military was already outside of my house. They started out by knocking and then a lieutenant rushed into my house with a sheild in his hand and my door broke into pieces.
I was barely prepared, I was scared and I didn't know what to do. What I have prepared was just an axe. But, the military didn't even gave me time to think.
A soldier rushed towards me and swinged a weapon called "Srone 1.0" also known as the Sword of the future.
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{This sword basically came with the PCA1, the PCA1 kit contains: Srone 1.0, PCAA1 (Power Converter Absorber Armor 1) , PRG (Power Releaser Gloves), and a Power Core. PRG releases the power absorbed, which could be used as defense but instead it could also be used as offence. The PRG could release power as controlled by the user, and it could also transfer the power to anything they were holding.
[For example, if they were holding the srone, the power could be released through the gloves to the srone, which grants stronger power while using the srone. In conclusion, the PCA1 kit came with the best technology and plan, the project had started ten years ago, and finally the ultimate weapon released just two days from now. PCA1 kit also won the Luke's world record as the most defensive armor in the world, this was a pleasant thing to the country, but for me, it's a curse.] }
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Back to the scene, the srone almost reached my neck, but suddenly a lightning stroke. A thunderstorm accompanied with a six grade earthquake started.
The entire world shook, every single country, and ths lightning that struck me made my body untouchable, because there was literal shockwaves coming out of my body.
Then, a clone came out of my body, but it wasn't any clone, that clone's body was cracked and it was full of lightning. The clone was so powerful that it knocked out the PCA1 user that was infront of me withoug touching, it was effortless.
He walk back a few steps and then immediately sprinted and bounced from tanks to jets, destroying one by one with his light speed. I was shocked, my eyes couldn't follow his speed.
He destroyed the military little by little, but he was stopped by someone with one hand...
The person was black, like his entire body was just a black shadow with a mouth, he was smiling with his only mouth, he crushed my clone and disappeared. That was odd... The weirdest thing I should say.
My body went glowing, and then another lightning struck and a clone came out once again. I realised that I could only summon clones if I had lightning. The clone also rushed and bounced around tanks and jets.
Then, it appeared again and destroyed it. But this time, he didn't leave, instead he used his light speed to flick towards me.
In a split second, he was about to use his sharp dark claws towards me, but when he was about to touch me, he vanished out of thin air. My body was glowing fiercely, the light was like a sun, shining up to ten miles range.
"So this is like an element fight, huh?"
My body felt a rise of power, a power of immunity. My body unconsciously moved towards and then strings started to come out of my body, attached everything together, with a jump accompanied into the air, I crashed all the tanks, jets and soldier together, leading to an explosion. Just like that, I effortlessly won.
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Whispers about my heinous act were rampant, ensuring that it would be a significant event ingrained in history for centuries to come. The weight of my sins weighed heavy on my conscience as I had commanded my clones to murder the military, leaving me without a job and ostracized by society. The fear of my infamy prevented me from securing new employment, and so I was forced to resort to robbery, a blatant act which the police seemingly ignored. The news broadcasted the military's grievances about their loss in the fight against my clones, which had led to citizen protests once again and their assurance of better preparation for the next battle. I switched off the television, knowing that things would only worsen.
As I tried to calm my nerves with a cup of coffee, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something sinister was happening in the world, something beyond my understanding. It was as if the universe was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't decipher the message.
As I stood there gazing at the stars, I suddenly felt a strange presence behind me. I turned around to see a figure standing in the shadows, watching me intently. It was a tall, thin man dressed in black, his face obscured by a hood. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that this man was not human.
Before I could say anything, the man spoke in a voice that seemed to echo throughout the entire city. "You are not alone, my child. We have been watching you. We know of your clones and their abilities. And we need your help."
I was shocked and scared. Who was this man? And why did he know about my clones? "Who are you?" I managed to ask.
The man stepped forward, revealing his face. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. His eyes were large and dark, his skin a pale blue color. He smiled at me, revealing rows of sharp teeth.
"I am Zalthor, leader of the Zorgons. We are a race of beings from a far-off planet, and we have been at war for centuries. Our enemies, the Xeraxians, have the ability to clone themselves, just like your clones. But they have perfected the technology to a degree that we cannot match. They have created an army of unstoppable soldiers, and we are losing the war."
I listened intently as Zalthor continued to speak, explaining the situation on his planet. He told me that they had been trying to develop a new weapon that could counter the Xeraxians' cloning technology, but they had been unsuccessful.
"We need your clones," Zalthor said. "They are the key to our victory. With their help, we can turn the tide of the war and finally defeat our enemies."
I was hesitant. I had never thought of using my clones for anything other than my own personal gain. But something about Zalthor's plea touched me. Perhaps it was the desperation in his voice, or the fact that he was not human, just like my clones.
"I'll help you," I said. "But on one condition. You have to tell me everything you know about cloning technology. How it works, how it's created, everything."
Zalthor smiled again. "Agreed," he said. "Come with me, and I will take you to our planet. There, we can discuss our plan of attack."
I followed Zalthor into the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I knew that I had to do something. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of purpose, a sense of belonging. And it was all because of my clones.