“Question No.1, Who is your master?” Anon’s voice was firm as he confronted the clone.
“I don’t know,” the clone stammered.
“Pain Sensors On.” Anon’s command caused the clone to writhe in agony as the pain surged through her body making her remember the harsh things those soldiers did with her.
“Ahhhhhhhhh, nooooo, I really don’t know who he is. I was made with the other clones. I receive orders from my superiors. Whenever master wished to use Queen Derein’s pussy he called for me, but my eyes were always blindfolded and i can only remove it after i am done receiving his seed.”
“Pain Sensors Off.” Anon said as he knew that she was speaking truth this time.
“*Hah-Hah* Th-The main orders are recieved by the superior clones, they recieved them directly from our master. I was made two years ago with this same face of queen Derein, my master used me as he seemed fit for last two years, but today i was sent here to pose as the real Queen Derein and get you killed by manipulating her subordinate’s brains into thinking that you are a very big threat to his kingdom and they agreed easily to my surprise.
He added some of the clones as soldiers in Queen Derein’s Army to help me.” The clone spoke in a very swift manner.
Anon’s eyes bore into the clone’s eyes, his determination unyielding. “Tell me, what was your plan if you had killed me back there?”
“I was supposed to kill Queen Derein’s subordinates and run away if I can. But if I got caught by someone, I was supposed to…” The clone hesitated.
“You were supposed to do what? Speak, or i will turn the pain sensors on…” Anon’s threat hung in the air.
“I-I am speaking, don’t do that. I was supposed to get tortured by the knight captain and pretend that I am in pain even though i couldn’t feel pain until now, divulging false information into their minds about my master’s strategies,” the clone explained.
Anon listened carefully, analyzing the clone’s words. “Interesting. What was this false information ? Care to share it with me ?”
“I was supposed to tell the humans that my master plans to kill all of you and that his clones are among your ranks, watching your every move. He intended to sow discord, making you humans turn against each other and eliminate some of you with this information.” the clone revealed with a sinister smile.
Anon nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a cunning strategy. But does your master indeed have clones among these soldiers?”
“Yes, many of my master’s clones are already inside their ranks,” the clone replied with another big smile on her face.
“Did I tell you to smile, huh ? Pain sensors on.” Anon’s voice was cold.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Nooooooooooooooo. Please, I will never laugh, stop it please. I beg you.” the clone cried in pain.
“Pain Sensors off. Now, only do whatever I tell you to, or you know the rest,” Anon warned with a smile.
“Y-Yes.” The clone nodded as the blood from her nose reached her lips.
“Now, the last question. Where is the real Queen Derein?” Anon asked.
“Behind her tent, there are crates of swords and shields. She is inside the 4th crate from the top left,” the clone immediately replied, knowing the consequences of holding back information.
“Well, I believe you’ve spoken everything with 100% truth, but the problem is, I still can’t trust you, so…” Anon said as he stood up and grabbed her head.
<Memory Eater>
Memories flooded Anon’s mind, revealing the dark room where the clones were created, a sinister magic circle on the ground. The process involved the use of meat, blood, and bones to replicate the original human.
Animals nd humans were being butchered in a room by zombies without any mercy.
Anon pondered, “This guy is truly a psychotic bastard. The level of deception is unfathomable. How did he make her look so real, and how does she possess a separate brain?”
Decisively, Anon initiated another skill, <Memory Alter>, restoring the clone’s memories.
“Huh…? What just happened?” The clone looked at Anon with confusion.
“My investigation is finished. If you survive today, we may meet again,” Anon said as he donned his mask and left the tent. 𝗼𝐯𝐥.𝗻𝐭
“What ? Hey, What do you mean by-”
“Pain Sensors on.”
“Ahhhhhhh…. My headddddd.”
Outside, he witnessed many soldiers standing naked before Grok.
Anon couldn’t help but remark sarcastically, “That’s quite a sight to behold.”
“They are the soldiers who did awfully unspeakable things to Queen Derein’s clone in excuse of investigating her.” Grad spoke.
Anon suddenly noticed that grad was standing besides him all this time and he didn’t knew it.
‘What the hell ? When did he come here ?’ Anon wondered as he looked at grad.
“Your punishment can be death, be grateful that i am only making you run 50 rounds around the continent naked, upside-down. Now go.” Grok shouted as he came back to Anon and grad.
Grok addressed Anon, his tone turning polite, “Sir, did you obtain any information from her?”
“Yes, your Queen Derein, the real one, is inside the weapon supply crates behind her tent, 4th from the top left,” Anon replied.
“Excellent. I will rescue her immediately,” Grad said, rushing off to save the true Queen Derein.
Anon and Grok then engaged in conversation. “So, did you do it with her?” Grok inquired casually.
Anon responded with a smirk, “What if I did? Is there something wrong with that? Or are you going to make me run 50 rounds around the kingdom naked and upside-down?”
Grok chuckled, “Oh, no, no, no. I wouldn’t dare do that. It was just a clone, after all, no big deal.”
Anon pressed further, testing the king’s honesty, “That clone claimed she proposed a plan to kill me in front of you all, and you all readily agreed. Is that true?”
“Well, you can’t be believing that thing, are you ? That’s not even human.” Grok spoke with a sly smile.
He failed at the honesty test.
Anon immediately summoned his sickles of death.