Capítulo 99: My clones are developing too much

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the bustling Mongolian settlement. The houses, primarily Gers, were arranged in a nucleated fashion, their round structures dotting the landscape like small domes of resilience.

People moved about, their vibrant Mongolia deels—a traditional form of clothing—swaying with each step. The air was thick with the mingling scents of cooking fires, fresh earth, and life itself.

In one particular Ger, sunlight streamed through the small window, illuminating the interior. The room was modest, yet cozy, with walls adorned in intricate floral patterns painted in a warm yellow.