Chapter 2: Thunder Swordsman Yasuo!

Old butler Fubo pushed Zhou Huai's wheelchair, slowly walking out of the Zhou Family main gates.

He hunched his back and let out a sigh.

"Young Master, please don't be sad."

"The Master is not such a heartless person."

"After some time, he will definitely find a way to bring you back."

Zhou Huai sat in the wheelchair, raising his head to look at the luxury villa gradually fading into the distance.

There was not a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

He knew that Fubo genuinely cared for the original owner.

But this body's father?

Heh.

That man whose mind was filled only with power.

At this moment, he was probably scheming about how to please Liu Yuru and her son, hoping to climb higher using the Liu Family's influence.

As for his cursed, crippled son?

He was probably cast to the ends of the earth long ago by him.

Zhou Huai shook his head.

"Fubo, I'm fine."

"Leaving this place is also fine."

"Living more freely from now on."

Hearing him say this, Fubo simply sighed again.

He said no more, quietly pushing the wheelchair toward the car parked by the roadside.

The car started and drove away from the area where the Zhou Family was located.

Zhou Huai closed his eyes.

His consciousness instantly sank into the deep space of his mind.

A huge, sci-fi-feeling knob machine floated quietly.

Beside the knob machine, a brand-new panel unfolded.

[Clone Panel (Yasuo)]

[Profession: Unique Hidden Profession, S-Rank Thunder Sword Master]

[Rank: LV1]

[Health Points: 150 / 150]

[Mana Points: 100 / 100]

[Strength: 28]

[Agility: 56]

[Stamina: 25]

[Mental Energy: 22]

[Skill List:]

[Passive Skill: Riding the Wind (Rank: LV1)]

[Skill 1 (Passive): Sharp Sword Intent – Own Agility attribute increased by 100%. Basic attacks carry the power of lightning, dealing an extra 10% lightning damage to the target, and can be transmitted to a maximum of 5 surrounding enemy units, dealing 30% attack power of splash damage.]

[Skill 2 (Active): Thunderous Strike – Consumes 50 Mana Points, instantly slashing forward a sword containing the power of thunder, dealing 150% attack power of lightning damage to enemies on a linear path, and has a chance to inflict paralysis effect (lasting 1 second). Cooldown time: 10 seconds.]

He then looked at his own main body panel.

[Name: Zhou Huai]

[Profession: E-Rank Clone Master]

[Rank: Rank 1 (0 / 50)]

[Health Points: 80 / 80]

[Mana Points: 50 / 50]

[Strength: 5]

[Agility: 4]

[Stamina: 6]

[Spirit: 8]

[Active Skill: Create Clone (Rank: LV1)]

[Effect: Consumes 10 Mana Points to create a Clone. Current Clone quantity limit: 1. Clone attributes are 50% of the main body's.]

[Note: God-level Clone System has overwritten some effects.]

Zhou Huai's mouth twitched: "The gap between this E-Rank and S-Rank is simply a difference between heaven and earth!"

[System Prompt: Please name your S-Rank Clone.]

"Since he is a Thunder Sword Master and plays with a sword…" A flash of inspiration crossed Zhou Huai's mind, recalling that graceful and unrestrained figure from a game in his past life.

"Let's call him… Yasuo!"

[System Prompt: Naming successful! Clone 'Yasuo' created.]

[System Prompt: Please shape the appearance for Clone 'Yasuo'.]

"Since he's called Yasuo, his appearance should naturally lean toward 'him'!"

Before long, a classic wandering swordsman image gradually became clear:

A head of unrestrained long black hair was tied casually behind his head, a few strands of bangs hanging down, concealing his deep and sharp eyes.

His chin carried a bit of rugged stubble, adding a few parts of vicissitudes and unrestraint.

"Perfect replication!" Zhou Huai nodded in satisfaction.

"Pity that he's still wearing a set of beginner hemp clothes and lacks a handy long sword."

[System Prompt: Clone 'Yasuo' appearance shaping successful!]

[System Prompt: Clone generating, please wait…]

At this time, Fubo had already driven the car to a somewhat secluded courtyard.

This courtyard was private property left behind by Zhou Huai's mother before her death, and now it had become his only place to stay.

Fubo parked the car, went in a step ahead, and carefully cleaned the bedroom, wanting to make the Young Master live more comfortably.

Zhou Huai simply ate some food prepared by Fubo.

Just at this moment——

[System Prompt: S-Rank Clone 'Thunder Swordsman Yasuo' has finished generating!]

As the words fell, a flash of white light appeared in front of Zhou Huai!

An upright figure appeared out of thin air.

It was precisely Yasuo, dressed in coarse hemp clothes with a slightly dull expression.

[The host can control this Clone through consciousness.]

[This Clone is equipped with the smart core ai System 1.0, possessing extremely strong subjective initiative and absolute loyalty to the host.]

[After the Clone is killed, it can be re-created in 24 hours, retaining the original Rank and equipment (if any).]

"Awesome!" Zhou Huai couldn't help cheering in his heart.

He closed his eyes and sank a wisp of consciousness into Yasuo's body.

The next second, Yasuo's eyes, which were originally devoid of focus, suddenly flashed with sharp brilliance, becoming incomparably lively!

Yasuo lowered his head, looked at his rough yet powerful hands, and moved his nimble legs.

"Holy shit!" Zhou Huai's consciousness uttered an exclamation inside Yasuo's body.

This feeling… was completely identical to controlling the main body!

Even more handy due to the toughness of this body!

He tried walking a few steps, then trotting, and jumping!

His movements were smooth as flowing water, without a shred of stagnation!

"Haha! Three days! This daddy can finally experience the feeling of moving freely again!"

Even though it was just inside the Clone's body, Zhou Huai was still stirred beyond measure.

"Creak——"

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Fubo walked in with the newly folded bedding, looking up to see a strange man running and jumping inside the room.

"Clatter!"

The bedding in his hands dropped to the floor with a sound.

Fubo's expression changed drastically, and without thinking, he took a step forward to block in front of Zhou Huai's wheelchair. His elderly body trembled slightly, yet it was exceptionally firm:

"Who are you?! How dare you break into the Young Master's room! What do you want to do?!"

Zhou Huai was between laughter and tears, quickly controlling Yasuo to speak, using a deliberately designed weathered middle-aged uncle voice:

"Fubo, don't be nervous, it's me, Zhou Huai."

"This… this is my Clone."

A deep and unfamiliar voice came out of Yasuo's mouth, directly shocking Fubo into a daze.

"You… Young Master?" Fubo widened his eyes, looking in disbelief at Yasuo, then looking at Zhou Huai on the wheelchair, "You… don't scare this old servant! What… what on earth is going on here?"

Fubo had also seen the world and knew that Clones created by other Clone Masters were without exception identical to their main bodies.

But this tall, mighty, and strangely-featured man before him—where was there even half a shadow of Zhou Huai's frailty?

Seeing this, Zhou Huai's mind moved, withdrawing his consciousness from Yasuo's body.

He on the wheelchair slowly opened his eyes, revealing a bitter smile to Fubo: "Fubo, now you should believe it, right?"

Fubo looked at the waking Zhou Huai on the wheelchair, then looked at Yasuo, who instantly returned to being dull, and only then let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing heavily onto the chair nearby while patting his chest:

"Oh my Young Master! You scared this old servant to death!"

Zhou Huai's expression turned solemn: "Fubo, regarding the secret of my Clone, currently only you and I can know."

"Never, absolutely never tell anyone!"

"Even my so-called father won't do!"

Fubo immediately straightened his back and said decisively: "Rest assured, Young Master! Even if this old servant rots it in his stomach, he will never reveal half a word outward!"

Zhou Huai smiled with relief.

In this cold world, if there was anyone else worth his complete trust, it would only be this loyal old butler right before him.

"Fubo," Zhou Huai pondered for a moment, "please help my Clone procure a set of equipment."

"Rank 1 will do."

Hearing this, Fubo was stunned once more: "A… a Clone can even wear equipment?"

This was simply unheard of!

Immediately after, a troubled look appeared on his face as he sighed: "Young Master, nowadays the prices of Professionals' equipment have always remained high."

"Even the most ordinary Rank 1 Black Iron equipment starts at five hundred Daxia Coin per piece."

"We… the money we currently have left on us is less than two thousand, and we still have to look after daily expenses and your diet…"

Zhou Huai knitted his brows: "Just this little money?"

Fubo's eyes flickered away slightly, and his voice lowered by a few fractions: "Before leaving, Madam… didn't give a single penny."

"These two thousand bucks are still some private savings this old servant managed to scrimp and save up over these years."

"Bang!" Zhou Huai punched the wheelchair armrest, rage burning in his eyes, "Good! What a Zhou Family! What a Liu Yuru! You truly are heartless and unrighteous to the extreme!"

Taking a few deep breaths to suppress the anger in his heart, he thought for a moment and said: "In that case, please trouble Fubo to first purchase a Black Iron-grade long sword for him."

"Other equipment won't be bought for now."

"Just buy another set of well-fitting clothes."

Fubo nodded and acknowledged: "Very well, Young Master, I'll go take care of it right away."

About two hours later.

Fubo came back carrying an unpretentious Black Iron long sword and a set of dark warrior attire.

Yasuo stood fully one meter eight tall, and wearing the warrior attire on his body outlined those well-proportioned and explosive muscle lines just right. Though slightly tight, it added a few parts of rugged capability.

Holding that Black Iron long sword in his hand, he casually twirled a sword flower, and instantly an imposing sword-wielder Aura spontaneously arose.

"This is getting interesting."