My doppelganger drama

"Are you sparring?"

"Red said he wanted to see how much he weighed, so he asked me to test it." The Demon Lord replied.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you, please continue." Wan Yi said and prepared to leave.

"No, I already have the answer." Red said.

The Demon Lord crossed his arms and nodded slightly.

The three people returned to the audience from the backstage and chatted about their own affairs.

"Times have changed, and human science and technology are really powerful. I am trying to learn more. If possible, I may use it as a weapon against Azula." Reid said.

"But vampires may also take a fancy to these and think it is their opportunity." The Demon Lord said.

"Having said that, most of the vampires were either frightened by the bloody battle, or they thought they were superior and looked down upon the actions of humans. Even if they are interested in science and technology, they probably just want to enjoy the ready-made technologies invented by humans. It’s very rare to take the initiative to seek it out,” Reid said.

"It's true that your policy of obscuring the people is quite effective." Wan Yi said.

Red is not only supporting the humans, but also making moves on the vampires' side.

Azula originally didn't care much and only cared about enjoying her powerful and unlimited life. Under Red's instigation, the vampires under her command easily began to fight for power and intrigue, and were engaged in endless internal strife.

At the same time, he also planted the idea that vampires are superior to others. Although this is what most vampires originally thought, Red kept this trend and passed it down from generation to generation. Even the defeat of the vampires after the bloody battle only made them feel humiliated rather than realizing that humans were capable of being equal to themselves.

Rhett is secretly driving everything.

Seeing Red speaking calmly, with the red in his eyes flowing like blood, Wan Yi and the Demon Lord couldn't help but remain silent for a moment.

After Wan Yi lamented in his heart that no one in the awakened drama had a fuel-efficient lamp, he stopped talking about this somewhat heavy topic and instead mentioned his recent predicament.

After hearing this, the Demon Lord thought for a while: "I noticed that in the fragmentation theory mentioned by your guide, people as individuals are also formed by fragments. But this may be the case for you, but it may not be the case for your clones. ”

Wan Yi was stunned for a moment and realized this blind spot.

The ordinary clone is exactly the same as himself, which makes him ignore some essential problems.

In the theory of this world, all matter is basically derived from broken conceptual fragments, so what is the clone produced by Wanyi?

A fragment of a fragment? Impossible, because in this case Wan Yi's clone must have a limit. A person is just a fragment. How many times can one fragment bear splitting? Somewhat ridiculous.

"But what about the impact of the fragments? The clone is not a fragment, but the existence of the fragment cannot be wiped out together with the clone." Wan Yi asked.

And this time it was Rhett who answered: "The fragments have an impact on the existence form of other fragments, so the fragments cannot affect the existence form of your ordinary clone that defines nothingness. And there is also an impact on spiritual consciousness... whether it is related to you and Is it related to the consciousness connection of other clones?”

A drop of ink can easily dye a bowl of water black, but it cannot affect rivers or even the sea.

Wan Yi's consciousness is connected to a large number of clones. A hundred people are like one person, and one person is like a hundred people. With so many consciousnesses helping to stabilize his mental state, the clones will certainly not be strongly interfered with.

Wan Yi remembered that in fighting against the sequelae of qualitative change, strengthening oneself is indeed the most important thing.

When Ye Zheng felt like he was about to turn into a gun, it was his guide who slapped him awake.

And Wan Yi's own understanding of himself can be said to be extremely firm. If someone goes astray, countless clones will slap him and say, "One day you are Wan Yi, and you will be Wan Yi all your life." There is no way to go astray.

Although it was just a guess, Wan Yi felt that he was already inseparable.

If I continue to eat, I don’t know how many fragments it will take to affect such a huge group of clone consciousnesses, let alone how many clones Wan Yi will produce every day.

There is almost no end in sight to this matter.

"It seems that it can't be used up anymore." Wan Yi whispered and thanked the Demon Lord and Red.

"It's good if you have an idea. I'll wait until the troupe leader can compete with me." The Demon Lord smiled.

Rhett also said: "Well, I hope the troupe leader will become stronger soon."

"Although I know you are sincere, I still feel that you are mocking me." Wan Yi's mouth twitched.

Sure enough, the gap is here, any good words from the strong will hurt the heart of the weak.

…

After seeing off Red and the Demon Lord, Wan Yi sat in the theater waiting for something.

After a moment, another Wan Yi wearing a black suit appeared in front of him.

"Yo, modern brother."

Unknowingly, this clone that was the first to stay in modern urban time and space got such a nickname. Recently, watching his live-action version of Grand Theft Auto has become a major pastime for the clones, which has made them feel a little more at ease, and Wan Yi is also happy to be at peace.

"I understand, so I won't continue the useless attempts and just make a qualitative change, right?" Hyundai said directly.

"Yes, in order to observe the situation more realistically and avoid accidents, we set the occasion in the theater." Wan Yi said.

The clone is also him, and as long as his body opens permissions, the clone can also log in to the theater.

And unlike his consciousness uploading, the clone can log in as an entire individual. Wan Yi feels more and more that his clone ability and the theater are not completely integrated.

Brother Modern nodded and said, "Well, brothers, if I leave, don't miss me too much."

As soon as he said these words, Wan Yi's mind suddenly filled with howls of ghosts and wolves.

"Brother Modern! We will miss you!"

"Brother Modern, you are a pioneer! It's all for us!"

"You are our Prometheus!"

"The Theater bless Brother Modern!"

"Sacrifice the dog's body for thirty years, in exchange for the peace of the modern brother!"

Wan Yi was so noisy that his brain hurt, but he was used to it. He looked at Brother Modern with the dark circles under his eyes that would never go away: "Thank you for your hard work."

Brother Modern grinned: "It's okay, I already had fun anyway."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and ignited the large amount of accumulated fragments in his body on the spot, causing a qualitative change.

All the clones became quiet, feeling the qualitative change together with Wan Yi.

However, Wan Yi, including all his clones, only had various scenes of terrorist attacks and war movies flashing through his mind for a moment. Other than that, there was nothing unusual.

Then, Brother Modern's eyes widened slightly.

Stab!

His whole body had changed. The suit on his body was burst by the swollen muscles. Twisted and extremely old and rusty gun barrels appeared on his limbs, chest, shoulders, and back. They were of different styles. , ranging from a pistol with a tiny caliber to a thick barrel protruding from the back.

The upper half of his face was replaced by Gatling's silver muzzle, which stood out against the black that covered his body.

In just one moment, the good-natured modern man turned into a weirdo who seemed to be carrying an arsenal!

Wan Yi didn't feel any discomfort on his body, which meant that this qualitative change was unique to this clone.

A large number of mixed fragments were accumulated. Because he had been wanted for a long time, a lot of arms-type fragments were tossed in. After all of them were consumed, this qualitative change resulted.

With a strong body about three meters high, countless gun barrels are piled up in a haphazard manner, and the chaos is filled with the beauty of violence.

"Brother Modern?"

"Wow? What have I become?" A somewhat rough exclamation came from the weirdo's mouth.

Very good, there really are no other effects.

"Can you change back?"

"Okay, this feels as easy as letting my natural little brother go soft!"

"Don't speak pornographically in a place like this."

As Wan Yi complained, all the weapons on the arms monster retracted into his body, and his body suddenly shrunk back into Wan Yi's appearance.

"Huh~, he's so handsome!" It seems that Hyundai is very satisfied with himself.

In fact, Wan Yi is quite satisfied.

Those guns and shells must not be fake.

It's probably going to take a lot of time for this situation to undergo a second qualitative change.

"It's great that Hyundai is alive!"

"I also want such a handsome form!"

"When will the main body be arranged?"

Ignoring the noise in his head, Wan Yi said to Brother Modern: "Go and try your fists. You must have been tired of being wanted and chased for a long time."

Brother Modern stretched out a hand, and that hand turned directly into a rusty machine gun, making a rattling sound: "To be precise, I want to test the firepower."

He smiled heartily.