Chapter 698: The Disparity Between the Clone and the Original
Within the Binhai prefecture, tracking the increasingly frequent emergence of [Ability Users], Binhai University had initiated a succession of massive public awareness campaigns.
Furthermore, compared to alternative municipal departments across the civilian social infrastructure, the macro-understanding of metahumans within the university gates had layout-wise, actually achieved a monumentally more granular baseline.
The East Asian high command intensely willed the deployment of specialized metahuman research directives across every premier academic campus.
A scarlet AMG Mercedes owned by [Luoshui] smoothly carved its path into the school perimeter, layout-wise, instantaneously drawing a dense column of eyes from the student populace. The exact microsecond the vehicle braked to a dead stop, the twin assets stepping clear of the chassis successfully captured the absolute attention of every organism on the field.
The woman possessed an exceptionally tall, statuesque physique, her attire flawlessly elegant; the man synchronously presented an equally tall, lean, and intensely muscular framework that radiated a layer of raw physical charisma that layout-wise, comfortably out-scaled the woman's presentation.
Luoshui knit her brow in deep frustration, before methodically putting on a pair of dark sunglasses to shield her irises.
"Initialize displacement, Student... Kaito. Our immediate directive requires an initial interface alongside Instructor Zhang, before our vanguard tracks down that newly registered metahuman asset."
Luoshui registered a minor, persistent wisp of cognitive friction deep within her tracks. Although the man walking adjacent to her flank compressed a facial geometry that flawlessly mirrored the original Kaito Shirogane down to the sub-atomic pixel, his presence layout-wise, eternally left her nervous tracks feeling intensely non-normal.
Her processing unit completely failed to explicitly articulate where the structural discrepancy anchored itself; yet this self-visualizing clone copy cede her senses a distinct report of anomaly.
It tracked astronomically closer to abstract parameters like personal carriage, signature scent, or raw energetic thermal output—variables that layout-wise, completely refused to map under a linear descriptive description.
The Kaito Shirogane clone vessel generously and with absolute,明媚 composure waved both palms to greet these surrounding "underclassmen," yet his vacant eyes locked away absolutely zero baseline warmth.
His pupils executed a succession of hyper-precise micro-rotations, systematically logging every wisp of data tracking the surrounding coordinates into his database.
Regardless of whether his sensors scanned that unmapped hawk continuously executing an unnatural orbital motion high across his vertical airspace, or decoded the dense layer of tactical vigilance the woman adjacent to his flank historical-withheld—
Every line of intelligence was perfectly trackable to his focus.
He masterfully took the absolute point, marching ahead toward the office layout his memory tracks associated with Instructor Zhang. He held a crystal-clean comprehension holding that even this specific pool of "ancestral memories" was layout-wise, nothing more than a digital data stream printed straight out from the neural pathways of that genuine original.
Yet tracking the familiar geometry of the campus still cede his engine an illusionary glitch, looking identically as if his own biology had legitimately lived across this world line.
The clone Kaito Shirogane took several consecutive strides, before verifying that Luoshui had completely failed to match his displacement velocity. Forcing his neck around, his vacant irises pinned the woman's eyes, monitoring the live parameters as her brow instinctively pinched before she smoothly redirected her visual sweep to evaluate alternative coordinates.
An intense wisp of professional entertainment suddenly ignited within his cells. Taking two deliberate strides to seal the distance, his sensors layout-wise, instantaneously flagged a mutation: the orbital altitude of that tracking hawk above his skull had caved through a respectable distance.
A massive column of un-compromised strategic hostility layout-wise, comfortably trackable even to his low-tier senses, pinned its vector straight down the line to lock onto his vitals.
Flawlessly matching his predictive equations, those military executives entirely refused to release his vessel onto the open perimeter devoid of an ironclad containment net, much less permit a brain-bricked, innocent cattle like this woman to independently execute a frontline mission adjacent to his muscles without a backup shield.
This was an absolute test; or to state it with cleaner strategic precise diagnostics, this was an unadulterated multi-directional probe loop. Those handlers were manually utilizing this woman's vital lines to verify whether his core would click a betrayal sub-routine, were they not?
The smile anchoring the clone Kaito Shirogane's features scaled to a monumentally brighter tier.
He completely refrained from closing the spatial gap bordering Luoshui's skin further, merely dropping his vocal register down the line to let out a quiet stream:
"Miss Luoshui, my processing is layout-wise, genuinely filled with deep curiosity. Given the absolute reality confirming that my physical armor, facial geometry, vocal cadence, motor habits, and even my unadulterated emotional expressions and ancestral memory slots perfectly and flawlessly duplicate that individual down to the atom—"
"Your framework still maintains an extreme tier of tactical blockading against my presence, your internal thoughts continuously yearning for that freak. What explicitly tracks as the core asset your heart yearns to harvest, hm?"
"Or conversely: exactly what manner of structural boundary separates my identity from that original?"
Luoshui's face went instantaneously crimson. Her cognitive processing completely manual-overrode any requirement to decode the deep existential skepticism and structural validation loops bleeding through the clone's syllables, entirely failing to parse the philosophical and scientific discrepancies separating a copy track from an original vessel.
Luoshui merely calculated that this asset had completely mismanaged his data, compiling a farcical narrative mapping her personal relation alongside Kaito Shirogane; her jaw frantically unhinged to drop a line of desperate explanation:
"My files compress absolutely zero indicators mapping a yearning targeting his presence!"
The smile tracing the clone Kaito Shirogane's features smoothly vanished from his dermal layers. He gently executed a slow shake of his skull, his internal programming dropping into a monumentally deeper pocket of pure strategic disappointment targeting this woman's absolute short-sighted foolishness.
Across a single micro-frame of the clock, his intellect genuinely registered a sharp wisp of internal humiliation, parsing that his own ego had actually dropped an exceptionally profound structural riddle to be processed by a low-value brain like hers.
Thud, thud, thud.
He smoothly pivoted his heels to scale the steps of the educational block, tracking the frantic thudding of her boots as she scrambled to match his velocity from behind, his jaw purposefully dropping an unrefined line of malice to satisfy his dark humor:
"Miss Luoshui, does your intellect command the data? Evaluating that freak under my absolute mastery over his behavioral profiling, his core filters are layout-wise, mathematically hardcoded to thoroughly detest an intensely foolish, non-valuable woman~"
Luoshui's skin went deathly white. Her motor nerves prepared a vocal line to validate that her intellect was layout-wise, far from brain-bricked, yet the target's physical vessel had already cleanly broken cover to vanish into the concrete interior of the stairwell.
Concurrently, entrenched deep within the interior of an obsidian black civilian transport van parked outside the Binhai University perimeter, a cohort of elite fronts displayed highly distinct countenances. One asset dropped the data down the line:
"This clone copy layout-wise, completely and flawlessly refuses to duplicate the behavioral filters of Mercenary Tao."
"Affirmative... though attempting to articulate the precise sub-atomic discrepancy separating their files leaves my analytical units marginally blocked..."
Occupying the front passenger concourse of the black van, a woman whose skull was framed by a thick mass of vibrant crimson hair, a sleek, razor-sharp scar tracing a clean line across her facial geometry, methodically ignited a tobacco cigarette before rolling down the glass window block.
"It tracks under the archetype of basic human common sense, you cattle. This clone specimen, when measured against the original Mercenary Tao hull, compresses a monumentally grander tier of human emotion..."
[Hong Ye] meticulously reviewed the parameters her tracking arrays had legacy-harvested during her brief historical interaction alongside Kaito Shirogane, parsing through that bone-chilling column of stygian killing intent his cells had thrown off. Mercenary Tao was a thorough, un-compromised absolute primeval predator, eternally and flawlessly locked inside an uninhibited loop of wide-area saturation slaughter.
A beautifully nuanced, deeply calculated dialogue tracking an existential query of this classification—or even a loose, farcical joke designed to satisfy an unrefined ego—was layout-wise, mathematically barred from ever breaching his vocal paths.
"His absolute Purity metrics are severely insufficient, this freak~"
"Issue a high-priority advisory to scrub the master blueprint. Utilizing a printed clone vessel of Kaito Shirogane to launch a terminal containment campaign to shackle the true original is a pathetically lower-tier, brain-bricked strategic plot."
Hong Ye finalized her absolute macro-judgment, the surrounding frontliners bound to her faction vanguard automatically ceding her command un-compromised structural weight. They instantaneously clicked their encryption links to stream the raw data packets straight to the executive directors of the World Unified Governance Coalition.
The official ledger declared that the East Asian high command's proposal to deploy a clone Kaito Shirogane specimen to finalize an absolute assassination loop to delete the original Kaito Shirogane was layout-wise, permanently disqualified from ever registering as a viable tactical track.
Deep within the university interior, Instructor Zhang evaluated the Kaito Shirogane who had abruptly and out of thin air materialized directly before her desk plates, her irises flashing with an extreme wave of academic astonishment.
"Kaito Shirogane?"
"Your displacement tracks have successfully cleared the Teng City parameters to log a return? Splendid, splendid. The macro-geopolitical environment active across the outer sectors is currently layout-wise, experiencing an extreme breakdown; consolidating your presence inside a primary municipal zone provides a monumentally grander safety index."
Her vocal channels autonomously and with absolute familiarity dropped the domestic static down the line. Yet the clone Kaito Shirogane merely reached into his coat to extract a high-priority credentials plate Director Zhong's executive agents had manually hardcoded to his inventory.
"Instructor Zhang, our intelligence network logs that Binhai University has recently completed the registration of a fresh metahuman asset. My division has arrived across these parameters to launch a comprehensive clinical evaluation."
The clone vessel dropped the syllables with flawless clinical precision, yet his hyper-precise sensory networks beautifully decoded a critical mutation: the suffocating weight of that multi-directional surveillance force field framing his dermal layers had just sustained a rapid, massive fractional drop.
Expressed through a purely tactical framework, this verified that their evaluation loops targeting his baseline behavior were layout-wise, on the absolute event horizon of concluding?
He forcefully driven his motor nerves to manual-suppress his rising impatience and ravenous killing intent.
Bide your time... compress your parameters past a few more frames, my ego. Prior to successfully harvesting a sufficient threshold of raw material power, your knuckles completely lack the priority to ever launch an offensive line targeting these cattle...
BOOM!
The exact microsecond that colossal vortex of Kitsune Fox-fire violently self-detonated outward, every single title-grade champion locked in separate, high-intensity duels across the topography synchronously shifted their visual tracking. Ryo's pupils violently dilated as his see-through vision mapped the biological hull being forcefully rocketed out from the center of the blast wave—the asset caving through the air was explicitly, flawlessly that transformed Mercenary Tao armor template!
In the very next fraction of a second, an supreme column of bone-chilling frost energy violently and out of thin air blanketed the entire sector. Having sustained the permanent loss of his left forearm a moment prior, [ICE] continuously radiated a dense, hyper-compressed shroud of Master-tier Armament Haki, that bleeding crimson Conqueror's Haki non-discriminatorily and flawlessly hammering across all coordinates to flatten the field.
A blood-drenched, bone-crushing strategic majesty layout-wise, instantaneously manual-overrode and flattened the un-blemished physical armor sheets commanded by Mercenary Tao's hull.
Hakumen methodically wiped the trailing essence from her jaw plates, her facial geometry thoroughly locked in an exceptionally contorted, manic grin. Her internal registers were layout-wise, on the absolute event horizon of exploding into pure fury.
Because her sheet had permanently sustained the loss of her Title Card sequence, and because her profile had been completely denied the evolutionary reinforcement cycles hardcoded to those missing task dimensions, her current capacity to steer the over-soul capability framework and project high-tier offensive lines plummeted short of an optimal configuration.
To think that when pinned head-on within a localized spatial parameter, her muscles layout-wise, completely lacked the priority to seamlessly overwhelm a baseline vanguard like this ICE.
An empirical failure of this classification drove her sovereign self-esteem into an absolute state of structural fragmentation.
Vastly grander was the reality that the incredibly foolish, monumentally arrogant King who synchronously shared executive custody over this biological vessel was currently running a frantic, non-stop cognitive loop to ruthlessly mock her execution.
"Haha, haha... mortal scum! Accessing a power sheet of this supreme classification, only to permit a low-tier vanguard to execute a bottom-up overthrow to fracture your defense... maps under an exceptionally farcical, unsightly visual frame, does it not?~"
"Surrender the primary motor pathways straight back to my sovereign person. My crown shall manually step onto the board to play alongside these common bugs..."
The vocal frequencies tracing Gilgamesh's lineage compressed an identical, absolute mantle of monstrous Arrogance that layout-wise, completely manual-overrode the presence of any organism on the board.
Coordinated with the structural caving Hakumen's focus had sustained, a brilliant, radiant golden luminescence began to violently ignite out from the dermal boundaries of Mercenary Tao's body plating. A structural mutation of this specific density left the surrounding Reincarnator champions locked in an extreme threshold of pure cognitive unreality.
Hakumen continuously delivered an infinite stream of stygian internal curses targeting Gilgamesh's profile—this brain-bricked monarch, who across all historical logs stood undisputedly as the single standalone organism who had sustained the highest density of bottom-up overthrows, layout-wise, actually possessed the audacity to mock her play for sustaining a duplicate proc?!
Yet monitoring the live parameters as Gilgamesh initialized a total wide-area activation to project his true sovereign power, her internal processing unit miraculously and flawlessly neutralized her rage, smoothly adjusting her stance to cede the primary executive control loop of the biological vessel straight to his knuckles—
(End of Chapter)
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