Chapter 10: Entry

The handsome young man nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he had just thought of something intriguing.

“Darling, what if…” he began.

The young maiden listened to her boyfriend’s words, her brows knitting together in slight concern.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to?” The handsome youth’s tone suddenly turned cold as he noticed her expression.

“No, no, it’s not that,” the maiden hurriedly replied. “It’s just… wouldn’t that be unfair to him?”

“I don’t mind at all, so why should you?” he retorted.

“I-I understand,” the girl lowered her head.

...

————— Pure Clone —————

After night had fully fallen, Wakae controlled the pure clone and finally returned home.

This was a residential area. The street lamps emitted a dim, yellowish glow. A few stray cats wandered along the roadside, and an old diesel truck passed by—a model Wakae recognized as quite outdated.

She looked at the somewhat aged detached house before her and murmured, “So this is the clone’s home…”

The house was entirely wooden and showed signs of wear. The paint on some walls was peeling off.

Outside was a small yard. The iron gate was rusted, and a sign beside it bore the characters “White Bird.”

Wakae skillfully retrieved a key from an abandoned milk crate nearby, unlocked the gate, and stepped inside.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, clearly neglected for a long time.

She opened the security door to the house; inside, it was pitch-dark and empty.

Wakae was not surprised—she had come to understand the clone’s family situation and knew he lived alone.

When the clone was in the first year of middle school, his father lost his job.

With the heavy annual property tax and other assorted fees unpaid, along with previous loans left unsettled, his father quickly exhausted their savings and sank into massive debt within two months.

Seeing the dire situation, the clone’s mother took the younger sister and left without a trace.

In despair, the clone’s father jumped into a river and died.

A month later, the clone’s mother returned briefly.

Only then did he learn that she had remarried, albeit as a mistress.

Wakae recalled from the clone’s memories that this world indeed had a human rights and freedom act.

Its general principle was: a woman’s freedom to pursue happiness cannot be obstructed...

Where the clone’s mother remarried was never disclosed to him.

She left the clone a sum of 10,000 Fu currency and warned him never to disturb her or his sister’s peaceful lives again, then disappeared without further contact.

From then on, the household consisted solely of the clone.

Debt collectors came to reclaim the house, but since the clone was not yet sixteen, the minor protection law applied: collection agencies had to wait until the original owner turned sixteen to repossess the property.

This was why the clone was still able to live there.

“The clone just turned fifteen; he can stay here for another year,” Wakae thought, moved by the clone’s pitiful circumstances.

...

Then another memory surfaced, touching her deeply.

“After the family’s bankruptcy and breakup, the clone initially survived on leftover food and the last 10,000 Fu his mother gave him.”

“But that money was soon to be depleted.”

“Helpless, he went out scavenging for garbage, but unfortunately, he couldn’t compete with the street homeless.”

“He tried odd jobs, but again lost out to homeless people—after all, when it’s low-wage labor, employers will hire whoever demands less pay.”

“He even sought help from local charity organizations, hoping to register as impoverished to receive monthly relief funds.”

“However, during registration, he was told he needed to pay a 50,000 Fu registration fee to qualify as impoverished.”

“Of course, he didn’t have 50,000 Fu, so that path was closed.”

“When the money ran out and all food was consumed, to avoid starving, the original had no choice but to borrow money, but the lenders were naturally unscrupulous.”

“...Predictably, it was usurious loans with collectors coming to harass him. But seeing he was young, they groomed him into a killer to take orders and repay debts.”

“From then on, his life consisted of accepting assassination contracts. Though unwilling, he had no choice but to survive…”

“What?! He risked his life coming to that warehouse last night not by chance, but to save me!”

Wakae suddenly recalled that after her original body was kidnapped, she had struggled and sent out a desperate plea to a passing boy.

It was an unintentional act in panic; she never expected it to work.

Yet astonishingly, that boy truly risked his life to rescue her.

“Why?” Wakae found it hard to accept that this kind-hearted person died to save her.

The pure clone’s memories continued to unfold.

Wakae discovered that the clone had not only saved her but also stray animals and schoolmates.

“Saving people by day, killing by night? What kind of life is that?”

Wakae was speechless.

In truth, she could sense the clone’s inner torment.

In simple terms: he was forced into assassination to survive, but killing strangers tormented his conscience, so he saved people by day to compensate for his soul...

“Why would he be tormented? After all, he’s a paid killer. The one who should feel bad is the one paying him,” Wakae mentally scoffed.

Yet, realizing he died to save her, she felt moved.

“Forget it. I will fulfill the wishes he couldn’t achieve—that will be my way of repaying his life-saving kindness,” Wakae resolved.

She opened the door, skillfully turned on the lights, changed her shoes, and headed straight to the bathroom to change out of the ragged clothes and bathe.

Being naturally fastidious, she washed thoroughly, spending a full hour before emerging.

Steam rose from her body; she felt completely renewed.

“Bathing as a boy… is so convenient! No long hair, no delicate areas to be careful with—just rub hard, and it doesn’t even hurt…” she thought.

After dressing, she went to White Bird Jin’s room.

The furnishings were very simple: a window directly opposite the door, a bed to the left, and a computer desk and wardrobe to the right. A single poster was pinned on the wall.

And that was all.

Following her memory, Wakae pulled open the computer desk drawer and found hidden inside a pistol, bullets, and several grenades.

She closed the drawer, lay down on the bed controlling the clone, preparing to return her consciousness to her original body.

Suddenly—

Thump!

Her heart raced wildly, blood pumping faster, her skin flushed, and warmth spread through her entire body.

“What a delicious scent! I want to eat it! It’s in that direction!”

Wakae felt an overwhelming craving explode inside the clone’s mind, like a person starved for ten days suddenly seeing a roasted duck dripping with fat.

She dashed to the window, eyes wide, staring fixedly to the left.

Before her lay a quiet city nightscape, peaceful and serene.

This was not a bustling commercial district; at night, few people were outside.

“I want to go there! No, I must go there immediately! The sooner, the better!”

She grabbed a coat from the wardrobe and threw it on hastily, about to rush downstairs.

Suddenly recalling something, she dashed back to the desk, opened the drawer, took the pistol and grenades, then hurried downstairs again.

In the yard—

Buzz!

She activated the magic within, a strange energy flowing like a hot spring through her limbs and body.

Her physical abilities skyrocketed.

When signing the magical girl contract, the clone’s physique had already reached human limits, comparable to a professional athlete.

Now, with further enhancement, she had entered a superhuman realm.

At this moment—

Wakae felt as if she were omnipotent.

She leaped—a solid jump over three meters high.

For context, the world record for standing high jump in her previous life was only about one and a half meters.

With a thud, the ground trembled beneath her as she vaulted onto the yard wall.

Like a swift night owl, she sprinted rapidly along the wall, leaping over corners effortlessly, her speed unwavering.

After more than twenty minutes of this high-speed run, she arrived at her destination, staring at the scene before her, momentarily stunned.

Behind her was an abandoned subway station, its sign rusted and the words unreadable.

Black vines crawled over it, their species unidentifiable. A gentle breeze rustled them, sounding eerily like human laughter.

The sky was dark and murky, resembling an overcast day but far gloomier.

Everything in sight was shrouded in a gray haze, as if enveloped in a layer of mist.