The night stretched on, a tapestry of laughter, music, and the clinking of crystal glasses. In the heart of the Hidden Flying Ship, Wang Jian, the master of ceremonies, reveled in the company of his diverse harem. He regaled them with tales of his exploits on X-98 Star, his voice dripping with charm as he embellished key moments, knowing a good story added to the allure.
But the real entertainment began after the stories ended. With a sly grin, Wang Jian unleashed his signature technique – the art of the Thousand Shadows. His form shimmered and split, multiplying into hundreds of identical figures that scattered amongst the women. Each clone, a perfect replica, held the essence of his being, his mind a hive connected to a central hub – his true self.