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Chapter 5: First time using my clone(1)

"Yes, master," the clone replied, voice echoing Lee's own with eerie precision.

Just then, Lee's eyes widened as a sudden realization struck him. Something had crashed when he summoned his clone. "Oh no!" He shot up and spun around, his gaze locking onto his monitor lying face-down on the floor.

Rushing over, he gently picked it up, turning it over with a wince. His shoulders sagged in relief. Only a minor scratch. He set it back in its rightful place, smoothing his hand over the surface as if apologizing.

"Whew," he exhaled, before glancing back at the clone with a teasing smile. "Hey, I'm the only one who gets hungry, right? You're just a clone, no need to worry about feeding you, huh?"

The idea of providing for a second mouth made his wallet ache. He barely scraped by as it was. 'I can hardly afford a decent meal for myself,' Lee thought, biting his lip as he waited anxiously for an answer.

As if on cue, the clone's stomach grumbled loudly.

Lee's face fell. 'Aigoo! My clone gets hungry too?' He shook his head, rubbing his temples. 'Well, no problem. Once I land a job using this ability, feeding him should be manageable.'

Deciding to put the clone to use immediately, he handed over the leftover snacks he'd prepared for the Awakening exam earlier, then sat back at his desk and opened up his browser. A quick search led him to a website called Awakened Wiki, where metahumans could apply for various jobs based on their abilities.

Without wasting time, Lee clicked on the Bodyguard Section. His eyes darted to the top listings. The most dangerous gigs were rated five-star. He clicked on one out of curiosity and gasped at the daily rate: 28 million won.

He quickly backed out. The money was tempting, sure, but he wasn't that desperate to put his life on the line.

After scrolling for a while, he found something more reasonable—a one-star rated job that paid 1.4 million won a day. It wasn't as lucrative as the top-tier jobs, but still a far cry from what he ever dreamed of earning. And with two bodies working, he'd be raking in 2.8 million won daily.

Heart racing, Lee grabbed his phone and dialed the contact listed.

Ding... ding…

"Hello, good evening. I'm Lee Seung, and I'd like to apply as a bodyguard for—"

"Oh, thank you for choosing us!" A woman's voice cut him off, a bit too eager. "If you're available, please come to Woosung Construction Industry tomorrow to start."

Lee blinked. "I—uh, sure. I don't mind."

"Great! See you tomorrow then."

Before he could respond, the call ended. He stared at his phone, unease creeping in. There was something off about how desperate she sounded.

Pushing the thought aside, he turned to his clone. "You'll start working out tomorrow morning. Three hours straight. Take my watch with you and come back when time's up."

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The next morning dawned clear, sunlight filtering through the trees as the neighborhood buzzed with life. The usual joggers were out, stretching and chatting before starting their routine. Two middle-aged men, Mr. Ma and his friend, were setting up for a race.

"Good morning, Mr. Ma! Let's make it a proper race today. I won't lose this time."

Mr. Ma grinned. "You're on. Just remember I have to be at work by nine, so don't go too hard."

Across the park, a woman in workout gear exchanged pleasantries with another neighbor, both setting up for their own routines.

Just then, a blur of blue streaked past them. The joggers turned in mild surprise as they watched a young man in a blue sweater dash by, his pace relentless and unyielding. He wasn't a familiar face, and the way he pushed himself was beyond the usual morning exercise crowd.

The group shook their heads, dismissing it as another overzealous fitness buff. But as time passed and they continued their own workouts, they couldn't help but glance over at the figure still at it—now doing push-ups in the middle of the road.

"What's he trying to prove?" Mr. Ma muttered under his breath.

His friend chuckled. "Whatever it is, he can't manage more than fifteen at that speed. He'll burn out soon."

But as the minutes ticked by, the man in blue showed no signs of stopping. "He's at sixteen… twenty-five… thirty-five!" Mr. Ma counted, his interest piqued.

By the time the young man hit forty, both joggers had abandoned their routine to watch in awe.

Back at home, Lee stirred from sleep, yawning as he stretched. After a quick sip of water and brushing his teeth, he noticed something off—his clone was nowhere in sight.

"Oh, right, I told him to work out," he remembered.

Hours later, a knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. When he opened it, his clone stood there, drenched in sweat and panting like he'd run a marathon.

"I'm back, master."

"Good job. Go clean up and meet me here in two minutes," Lee ordered, a hint of pride creeping into his voice.

As the clone hurried off, Lee sat down on the stairs, contemplating how he could track his progress. He needed a way to check if the clone's workout had any impact on his stats.

As if responding to his thoughts, the familiar blue screen materialized before him, shimmering with a soft glow.

"Does this thing read my mind?" Lee muttered, half-impressed, half-creeped out.

With a thought, he willed the screen to show his stats. The interface shifted, displaying his attributes. They were slightly rearranged compared to before, but what stood out was the noticeable increase in strength—up by 0.5, all thanks to his clone's morning workout.

A slow grin spread across Lee's face. "So, his pain doesn't transfer to me, but his strength does. Interesting."

The possibilities raced through his mind. If he could make his clone work out daily, his growth would be exponential.

Soon after, his clone returned, now dressed and ready. Lee observed him thoughtfully. "We can't walk around looking identical like this. People will get suspicious." He rummaged through his things and handed the clone a face mask and cap. "Put these on. Let's not risk anyone figuring out the truth."

They stepped out together, blending into the early morning bustle. A quick taxi ride brought them to the towering gates of Woosung Construction Industry. Lee's heart thudded in his chest as he stared up at the building. This was it—the start of his metahuman journey.

Nerves tingling, he turned to his clone. "You scared?"

"No," the clone replied, calm as ever.

"Of course you're not. You don't share my nerves either," Lee sighed. "Alright, let's do this."

Inside, they were directed to the reception desk. Lee stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Good morning, I'm, uh, Lee Seung, and—"

"Good morning, Mr. Lee." The woman behind the desk cut him off with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "No need to introduce yourself. I recognize the voice from yesterday."

Lee's unease returned tenfold. Her overly eager tone and forced smile set off alarm bells. Still, he nodded and took a seat as she instructed, waiting for the CEO.

As he sat there, doubts gnawed at him. 'Am I really cut out for guarding a CEO? This job might be way riskier than I signed up for...'


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Chapter 6: First time using my clone(2)

The tension in the air hung thick as the reception doors swung open. The infamous Woosung, one of Korea's top construction magnates, walked in with an aura that commanded respect. Flanked by two well-built bodyguards, he looked like a man who had navigated his fair share of storms. His eyes briefly assessed Lee Seung before he extended a hand, smiling in a way that didn't reach his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lee." His voice was deep and smooth, oozing confidence.

Lee Seung shook his hand, though his own felt clammy. Anxiety coiled in his gut like a tightening knot. "You already have guards. Why would you need me?" His voice was a bit shaky, but he forced the words out, unwilling to let fear strangle him.

Woosung's smile twitched, perhaps amused by Lee Seung's apprehension. "You'll find out soon enough, Mr. Lee. Shall we?"

With no real choice, Lee Seung nodded stiffly. The five of them moved toward a sleek black SUV parked outside. As they settled in, Lee Seung couldn't shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at him. Something felt off, but he couldn't quite place what it was.

The drive was unnervingly quiet, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and the occasional shuffle from the guards. Lee Seung's eyes kept darting between Woosung and his clone, trying to make sense of the situation. But before he could dwell too much on it...

Bang!

The car lurched as a deafening gunshot shattered the windshield. Lee Seung's heart skipped a beat, his breath caught in his throat. He barely managed to crane his neck forward to see five masked men blocking the road, each holding an AK-47. The air crackled with danger.

"What the hell is going on?!" Lee Seung shouted, ducking down instinctively. His eyes were wide with panic as he whipped around to glare at Woosung. "You didn't tell me about this, old man!"

Woosung remained eerily calm, his voice chillingly smooth. "Go on, do your job. I hear you're resistant to bullets."

"Who the hell told you that?!" Lee Seung yelled back, his voice trembling. This was far beyond what he signed up for.

But before he could react further, his clone sprang into action. In one fluid motion, the clone kicked the driver out of the car, took control of the wheel, and floored the gas. The SUV surged forward, ramming two of the gunmen while the other three dived out of the way.

The clone didn't stop there. Leaping out of the car like a blur, he closed in on the nearest gunman. A sickening thud echoed as the clone's fist collided with the man's jaw, sending him crumpling to the ground. The next thug barely had time to raise his weapon before his head was smashed against the bonnet, his body slumping lifelessly.

The last remaining gunman held up his gun, attempting to fire at the bastard that had beaten his comrades up, but the clone was faster. He was on him in seconds, his knuckles connecting with brutal force. The man's head snapped back before he collapsed, unconscious.

Lee Seung stood frozen in shock, staring at the carnage. He couldn't believe his eyes—his clone had just single-handedly taken down five heavily armed men. The realization hit him like a truck: this ability of his was more powerful than he ever imagined.

Woosung stepped out of the car, surveying the scene with a hint of amusement. "Impressive. I guess your 'friend' here saved us all." His words dripped with nonchalance, as if near-death encounters were just another day at the office.

Lee Seung bit back a retort. His heart was still racing, adrenaline making his hands shake. He took out his phone when it buzzed, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the notification.

[Amount: 3,000,000 won]

Woosung clapped him on the back. "Consider it a bonus. Next week, same time."

With that, Lee Seung turned and walked away, his clone following closely behind. Yet, he couldn't hide his excitement at the bonus — he was given two hundred thousand won more.

Woosung's face darkened as he watched Lee Seung disappear down the street. "Aigoo, that youngster had the nerve to yell at me. Does he even know who I am?" His voice seethed with indignation as he slammed his hand down on the bonnet, the metal creaking under the force.

One of his guards cautiously approached, sensing the rising tension. "What should we do about him, sir?"

The question seemed to pull Woosung out of his brooding thoughts. He straightened his coat, dusting off invisible specks with a calm precision that belied the menace in his voice.

"Leave him be for now. He'll learn his lesson soon enough. I'll make sure of that." The sinister edge to his tone left no doubt that he was already plotting something.

As he turned back to face the guard, he noticed the man still standing there, staring blankly as if waiting for further instructions. Irritation flashed in Woosung's eyes. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he smacked the back of the guard's head. "Are we just going to stand around here like idiots? Get another car from the industry, you fool! And make sure this one's sent to the repair shop. I don't have time to waste on this nonsense."

"Right away, sir!" The guard fumbled for his phone, scrambling to follow the order.

* * *

The ride back to his apartment was quiet, both Lee Seung and his clone deep in thought. When they finally arrived, entering, Lee Seung noticed something strange—his clone's body was glowing faintly, a soft milky-white light pulsing from within.

"What's happening to you?" Lee Seung blurted out, panic creeping back into his voice. He watched in alarm as the light intensified, the clone's form flickering like a dying flame. "You're losing your form..."


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