Chapitre 42: Unleashing Physical Boost

The true body rarely had a reason to venture out. This made life dull, almost unbearably so at times. Operating his clones had become second nature by now, the sort of task he could perform with barely a thought. Thankfully, controlling magic was all done mentally—no complicated controllers or joysticks needed. If I had to manage three clones with anything physical, this would be impossible, he mused.

Clone Number One lounged idly in class, merely a presence occupying a seat in the academy. He didn't so much as twitch, but no one suspected a thing. In practical magic sessions, he would stand near classmates, discreetly channeling some mana every now and then, unnoticed. Clone Number Two simply strolled through the streets, while Clone Number Three wandered just beyond the city. All three moved with such casual ease that controlling them required minimal concentration. It wasn't as if any of them were expecting a run-in with an assassin today.