Old butler, Fu Bo, pushed Zhou Huai's wheelchair, slowly exiting the Zhou Family's main gate.

He hunched his back and sighed.

"Young Master, please don't be sad."

"Master, he isn't such a heartless person."

"After some time, he will surely find a way to bring you back."

Zhou Huai sat in his wheelchair, looking up at the luxurious villa that was gradually moving away.

There was no trace of longing in his eyes.

He knew Fu Bo genuinely cared for the original owner.

But this body's father?

Heh.

That man, whose mind was only filled with power and influence.

At this moment, he was probably calculating how to curry favor with Liu Yuru and her son, hoping to climb higher by leveraging the Liu Family's influence.

As for his own cursed, useless person son?

He was probably already cast to the back of his mind.

Zhou Huai shook his head.

"Fu Bo, I'm fine."

"Leaving here is good too."

"I'll live more freely from now on."

Fu Bo only sighed again when he heard him say this.

He said no more, silently pushing the wheelchair towards the car parked by the roadside.

The car started and drove away from the area where the Zhou Family resided.

Zhou Huai closed his eyes.

His consciousness instantly sank into the space deep within his mind.

A gigantic, sci-fi-looking rotary machine floated quietly.

Next to the rotary machine, a brand new panel unfolded.

【Clone Panel (Yasuo)】

【Profession: Unique Hidden Profession, S Rank Thunder Sword Master】

【Rank: LV1】

【Health: 150 / 150】

【Mana: 100 / 100】

【Strength: 28】

【Agility: 56】

【Stamina: 25】

【Mental Energy: 22】

【Skill List:】

【Passive Skill: Wind Rider (Rank: LV1)】

【Skill 1 (Passive): Sharp Sword Intent - Increases own Agility by 100%. Normal attacks are imbued with the Power of Lightning, dealing an additional 10% lightning damage to the target and can spread to up to 5 surrounding enemy units, dealing 30% of attack power as splash damage.】

【Skill 2 (Active): Thunderous Strike - Consumes 50 Mana, instantly unleashes a sword strike imbued with the Power of Lightning forward, dealing 150% of attack power as lightning damage to enemies in a straight line path, with a chance to apply a paralysis effect (lasts 1 second). Cooldown: 10 seconds.】

He then looked at his main body's panel.

【Name: Zhou Huai】

【Profession: E Rank Clone Master】

【Rank: LV1 (0 / 50)】

【Health: 80 / 80】

【Mana: 50 / 50】

【Strength: 5】

【Agility: 4】

【Stamina: 6】

【Mental Energy: 8】

【Active Skill: Create Clone (Rank: LV1)】

【Effect: Consumes 10 Mana to create a Clone. Current Clone limit: 1. Clone attributes are 50% of the main body.】

【Note: Divine Rank Clone System has overwritten some effects.】

Zhou Huai's mouth twitched: "The gap between E Rank and S Rank is like heaven and earth!"

【System Prompt: Please name your S Rank Clone.】

"Since it's a Thunder Sword Master, and he uses a sword..." A flash of inspiration struck Zhou Huai's mind, and the image of that unrestrained figure from a game in his previous life appeared.

"Let's call him... Yasuo!"

【System Prompt: Naming successful! Clone 'Yasuo' created.】

【System Prompt: Please shape the appearance of Clone 'Yasuo'.】

"Since he's called Yasuo, his appearance should naturally resemble 'him'!"

Before long, a classic image of a wandering swordsman gradually became clear:

A head of untamed black long hair was casually tied back, with a few strands of bangs falling to obscure his deep and sharp eyes.

A hint of rugged stubble on his chin added a touch of vicissitude and wildness.

"Perfect replication!" Zhou Huai nodded in satisfaction.

"It's a pity he's still in a beginner's coarse linen clothes and doesn't have a suitable long sword." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

【System Prompt: Clone 'Yasuo' appearance shaping successful!】

【System Prompt: Clone generating, please wait...】

At this moment, Fu Bo had already driven the car to a quiet courtyard.

This courtyard was private property left by Zhou Huai's mother during her lifetime, and now it became his only shelter.

Fu Bo parked the car, went in first, and carefully cleaned the bedroom, wanting his Young Master to live more comfortably.

Zhou Huai simply ate some food prepared by Fu Bo.

Just then--

【System Prompt: S Rank Clone 'Thunder Swordsman Yasuo' has finished generating!】

As soon as the words fell, a white light flashed in front of Zhou Huai!

A tall figure appeared out of thin air.

It was Yasuo, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a slightly dull expression.

【The host can control this Clone through consciousness.】

【This Clone is equipped with Smart Core AI System 1.0, possesses strong subjective initiative, and is absolutely loyal to the host.】

【If the Clone is killed, it can be re-created within 24 hours, retaining its original Rank and equipment (if any).】

"Awesome!" Zhou Huai couldn't help but cheer in his heart.

He closed his eyes and immersed a wisp of his consciousness into Yasuo's body.

The next second, Yasuo, who had originally had lifeless eyes, suddenly flashed with bright light, becoming incredibly agile!

Yasuo lowered his head, looked at his rough but powerful hands, and then moved his agile legs.

"Holy crap!" Zhou Huai's consciousness exclaimed from within Yasuo's body.

This feeling... was no different from controlling his main body!

Even more so, because of the robustness of this body, it felt even more natural!

He tried walking a few steps, then jogging, and jumping!

His movements were fluid and unhindered!

"Haha! Three days! I can finally experience the feeling of moving freely again!"

Even though it was only within the Clone's body, Zhou Huai was still overwhelmingly excited.

"Creak--"

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Fu Bo walked in with freshly folded bedding, looking up to see a strange man running and jumping in the room.

"Thud!"

The bedding in his hands fell to the floor.

Fu Bo's face changed drastically; without thinking, he swiftly stepped in front of Zhou Huai's wheelchair, his aged body trembling slightly but exceptionally firm:

"Who are you?! How dare you break into the Young Master's room! What do you want?!"

Zhou Huai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly controlled Yasuo to speak, his voice a deliberately designed, weathered middle-aged man's tone:

"Fu Bo, don't be nervous, it's me, Zhou Huai."

"This... this is my Clone."

A deep and unfamiliar voice came from Yasuo's mouth, completely stunning Fu Bo.

"Young... Young Master?" Fu Bo's eyes widened, looking at Yasuo in disbelief, then at Zhou Huai in the wheelchair. "You... you're scaring this old servant! What... what exactly is going on?"

Fu Bo had also seen the world and knew that the Clones created by other Clone Masters were all identical to their main bodies.

But this tall, powerful, and unfamiliar-looking man, where was even a hint of Zhou Huai's frail shadow?

Seeing this, Zhou Huai's mind stirred, and he withdrew his consciousness from Yasuo's body.

He in the wheelchair slowly opened his eyes and gave Fu Bo a bitter smile: "Fu Bo, you believe it now, don't you?"

Fu Bo looked at the awakened Zhou Huai in the wheelchair, and then at Yasuo, who instantly returned to his dull state. Only then did he let out a long sigh, collapsing onto a nearby chair and patting his chest:

"Oh, my Young Master! You scared this old servant to death!"

Zhou Huai's expression became serious: "Fu Bo, regarding the secret of my Clone, only you and I can know about it for now."

"You absolutely, absolutely must not tell anyone!"

"Not even that so-called father of mine!"

Fu Bo immediately straightened his back and said resolutely: "Young Master, rest assured! I, this old servant, would rather rot it in my stomach than reveal a single word to anyone!"

Zhou Huai smiled with relief.

In this cold world, if there was anyone he could completely trust, it was only this loyal old butler.

"Fu Bo," Zhou Huai mused for a moment, "please help my Clone acquire a set of equipment."

"Rank 1 will do."

Fu Bo was stunned again upon hearing this: "Clones... Clones can wear equipment?"

This was simply unheard of!

Immediately, he looked troubled and sighed: "Young Master, the price of professional equipment has always been high these days."

"Even the most common Rank 1 Black Iron equipment starts at five hundred great xia currency per piece."

"We... we only have less than two thousand great xia currency left, and we still need to cover daily expenses and your diet..."

Zhou Huai frowned: "Only this much money?"

Fu Bo's eyes darted away slightly, and his voice lowered a few tones: "Before we left, Madam... didn't give us a single great xia currency."

"These two thousand great xia currency are still a little personal savings I've accumulated over the years by being frugal."

"Bang!" Zhou Huai slammed his fist on the armrest of the wheelchair, his eyes burning with anger, "Good! What a Zhou Family! What a Liu Yuru! Truly heartless and ungrateful to the extreme!"

He took a few deep breaths, suppressed the anger in his heart, and after a moment of thought, said: "Since that's the case, please trouble Fu Bo to first purchase a Black Iron Rank long sword for him."

"Other equipment won't be bought for now."

"Just buy a set of fitting clothes."

Fu Bo nodded in agreement: "Alright, Young Master, I'll go take care of it now."

Approximately two hours later.

Fu Bo returned with a plain Black Iron long sword and a dark, tight-fitting outfit.

Yasuo, standing at a height of over one meter eighty, wore the tight outfit that perfectly accentuated his well-proportioned and explosive muscle lines. Although slightly snug, it added a touch of sharpness.

Holding the Black Iron long sword in his hand, he casually performed a sword flourish, and immediately, a sharp swordsman's Aura naturally emerged.

"This is getting interesting."