Zain's eyes fluttered open. His body felt heavy, and his mind clouded with confusion.
For a moment, he just lay there, staring blankly at the dark sky above him.
"What… happened?"
He slowly sat up, his limbs still ached and a strange warmth coursed through his veins.
Then, his gaze lowered, looking at the screen but the moment he saw it, he was shocked.
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[Congratulations! You have drawn the Highest Rank Superpower Possible]
[Congratulations! You have obtained the Extreme Rank Superpower – Super Clone]
[Super Clone: Create clones with superpowers of your choosing]
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Zain's body trembled in excitement. He never thought that he was that lucky.
He even read the words over and over to make sure they were real.
"No way... could this be...?"
The rush of emotions overhelmed him. He let out a breathless laugh, and his body trembled even more.
"I-I actually did it..."
He curled his fingers, his heart racing faster than ever. After losing everything, he had gotten this spectacular gift.
"Super Clone... could this mean that I can create clones... with superpowers?"
With this power, he could change his life. No more being weak. No more being helpless. No more being nothing.
He could finally stand at the top. His whole life, his fate had just been rewritten.
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Zain knew that he had gotten a new superpower but he didn't know how to use it.
Then suddenly a system screen appeared that was different than before.
It seemed this one was specifically for his superpower.
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[Super Clone Activated]
[Available Clone: 1]
[Specify the superhero's abilities and traits or select an existing superhero to clone.]
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Zain's eyes widened. "That's it? That's all I have to do?"
It was so… simple. He could choose what kind of superhero his clone would be.
He could create something entirely new, shaping its abilities however he wanted.
Or—
He frowned as he thought about it. He could copy someone who already existed.
Zain clenched his fists. A single name appeared in his head.
Titanfang.
His jaw tightened as he felt the familiar anger return, bubbling just beneath his skin.
The so-called hero who had ruined his life and walked away without a second thought.
A hero worshipped by the world—untouchable, unchallenged.
But what would be the greatest way to bring Titanfang down?
Not by some villain. Not by some grand battle against an overwhelming evil.
No, something far more poetic. Far more crushing.
Titanfang's worst defeat would not come at the hands of an enemy.
It would come at the hands of himself.
A clone. A perfect copy. A version of Titanfang that was better.
Stronger. Faster. Smarter.
A Titanfang without arrogance. Without recklessness. Without the blind, idiotic faith that the world needed heroes like him.
A Titanfang who wouldn't just match him in battle… but surpass him.
Zain sighed, his fingers tightening into a fist. For the first time in his life, he had the power to do something.
The power to strike back at the very system that had ruined him and he knew exactly where to start.
He smirked as he decided the first clone that he wanted to create. "I want to clone Titanfang."
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[Super Clone Activated]
[Target Selected: Titanfang]
[Error! A critical bug has occurred!]
[Reversing Clone Process…]
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Zain's smirk faded instantly.
His eyes widened as a loud, sharp beep rang through his head, like static piercing his thoughts.
His vision blurred for a split second before snapping back into focus.
The glowing screen in front of him flickered erratically, the letters distorting, twisting, and breaking apart.
"What—?"
The screen glitched. The once-stable interface now trembled, its text warping in and out of focus.
This isn't normal…
Zain took a step back, his instincts screaming at him that something had gone wrong.
"What the hell just happened?"
This wasn't supposed to happen. Superheroes awaken their powers through this system all the time.
It was a flawless process. The moment the people gained their abilities, their fate was rewritten in an instant.
There were no errors.There were no glitches.There was never a moment where the system failed. Yet here he was.
"Why?"
Why was his power broken? Why did it glitch?
He had drawn the highest-rank ability. He had been given something that could have changed everything for him.
And yet, instead of a perfect superpower, he was left with this and then—
The screen pulsed, and new text appeared.
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[New Super Clone Created: Oblivion]
[To establish perfect control, the user's soul will be divided.]
[Initiating Soul Division…]
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A cold shiver ran down his spine, stammering him. "What…? What the hell is this?!"
Oblivion? That wasn't Titanfang. That wasn't anything he had chosen.
And what the hell did it mean by his soul being divided?
His hands balled into fists. "Hey, System! Explain! What do you mean by dividing my soul?!"
The screen flickered again, as if responding to his outburst.
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[One part of the soul will remain. The other will be sent to an alternate world to synchronize with Super Clone: Oblivion.]
[Transition in progress…]
[Prepare for deployment.]
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"Wait—what?!" His body tensed as a strange, pulling sensation gripped his chest.
It was cold, wrong, like something inside him was being forcibly torn apart.
His vision wavered. The edges of his world warped.
"This—this wasn't part of the deal!" His voice cracked as he grabbed at his chest, where deep, unnatural pain appeared.
His fingers trembled as he tried to steady himself. "No, no, no—you can't just take my soul! I didn't agree to this!"
But the system didn't stop and the pain intensified around his body.
It wasn't a normal kind of pain. It wasn't like being punched, stabbed, or burned.
It was something deeper, like an invisible force was ripping half of his very existence away.
His knees buckled, and he fell forward, catching himself with shaking arms.
His vision blurred. His hearing dulled. The last thing he saw was the screen—cold, unfeeling, unchanging.
And finally the darkness swallowed him whole as he passed out.