Chapter 1141: 1141 6.

Border Irane Press Corps Japan Branch.

Behind the building is an area where only Theodore and some limited people can enter. The reason for this is the convenience of Theodore's shadow fighters.

Theodore uses state-of-the-art science and technology from private oilfielders to create clones by also transplanting memories round. He is a complete influence fighter of himself and Gourd, who has grown and aged rapidly.

Naturally, even in this day and age, the manufacture of human clones is prohibited. But the technology has already been established in part, and it has been made commerce. Mika Tsukinawa exposed the fact that there was a clone manufacturing business for entertainers in the back streets, which became a topic of discussion in Japan for a time.

Cloning technology is not a big deal in itself, but when it comes to transplanting memory, very few people around the world have the technology to perform it. At present, the power of science alone is impossible, an area in which the power of paranormal must be harnessed.

As Theodore stroked his pet lizard on his lap in his own room, his own clone came in silently when he returned home.

"When the hell are you gonna start knocking?

Always an iron-skinned Theodore stares at himself with a blatantly dangerous face.

"There seems to be a disorder in the memory area and we seem to forget certain things. I thought I told you?

A clone that speaks out without being evil.

"No. Forgetfulness is my fault. They just transplanted it that far."

"Well, I forgot that fact too"

"I also forgot that you don't knock was in a forgotten bump"

A small sigh of theodore. It's easy to forget tachi, so I make the habit of taking notes about important things, but I don't even want to take notes about this crap one way or another.

"Keep your tail together, as usual"

"I already put it together and transcribed it there while I was on the move"

When Theodore ordered, Clone replied so. When Theodore opens the display and confirms it, it says what the clone did on his behalf. There are even recorded records. I'll have to ask you this later, too.

Because I created my own identities, I tried to make the most of them, taking time off of myself and working clones in between, but the work of dealing with others was a lot of hassle. I have to check later, and I make mistakes frequently, so I need to take care of them. In some cases, there was even more effort.

"If you're recording it, don't you have to put it in letters and compile your report?

To Clone's opinion, Theodore finds it frustrating.

"You just have to follow my instructions. Even if your memory is transplanted, you're a three-year-old. I don't have enough experience to experience the reality, and I'm not thinking about it. You know that."

"But... do you think I'm right about that? Take into account the opinions of others."

"Shut up. Who are you talking to?"

Theodore blocked the words of the clone, which was still eating away, with a cold voice.

(What? I've had my opinion before, but I can't believe I'm eating this down...)

When I looked at the clone thinking it was odd, Theodore gave himself a little bit of a gaze of hatred.

(Something's wrong... Are you mentally unstable? Should I do mind control again?

It was conscious that people with the same DNA and up to the same memory, but with quite different parts in terms of character. Although the emotional part of me, the main body, was better seen, it was the first time I had directed such an emotion towards myself, therefore, Theodore, whose fear ran on my spine.

Clones, on the other hand, were also bewildered. I've never seen anything like this before, staring at the main body and having feelings of hate. Until now, I've given up. He had given up his destiny and even renounced mourning. I was truncating that it couldn't be helped.

It has been a substitute for others since their birth, so that disobedience and independence did not sprout in their heads, so that they were subjected to thorough mind control, without despair or antithesis, but merely a day of giving up and engaging in fulfilling their duties.

And yet, now, hateful sentiments were sprouting clearly. I don't even know why.

"What happened to the Theodore Scion Demon that came to us? Pure sister works with them on the retrofit terms, right?

Midori, who is playing a game against Blue Nite in the living room of the Snow Oka Institute, asks Junko.

"I modified it once. But I don't know if we'll cooperate. No, I'll pretend to cooperate."

"What do you mean?

I ask Junko, who speaks an unintelligible answer, how tired he sat right next to Junko.

"That one that came to us wasn't Mr. Theodore himself. It's a clone of change. Hey. I think it was made about three years ago. I did a little test, and I saw traces of the cell's forceful division, and I knew right away."

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and Junko.

"I don't like this way, and I've been fooling you, so I thought I'd let you handle it quite a bit."

Junko grinned as he talked so much.

"So, what kind of modification did you make?

Truth asks as he stands upside down with one hand and arms down.

"Well, when it comes to remodeling, it's remodeling."

With one hand on his cheek, Junko laughs with a nigga at the addition and subtraction of nagging.

"So, I'm out - my pure sister's naughty face"

Midori was discerning that it was time for this trick and smile.

"A little bit of work on the head, too. It's like a simple implication. Kurumi taught me about the Dream Band allusion program... No, it's a really simple implication. Mind control is not something you can do that easily. Just made a clone, it seems easy to mind-control."

"That simple implication is a ruinous thing, isn't it?

True says, stop standing upside down and make sure you fall on the floor, and roll over to the big letters.

"I don't know? I don't really like it when I plan everything and let things go according to calculations. Halfway through the prospectus, and then we can leave expectations to the extent that we can."

Junko gets up and goes to the kitchen to make tea.

"So, what implication did you give to the clone?

"Hmm... it's common. I tried to make him aware of the inferiority of being a clone, of being a substitute, and of the original."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Midori listens to Junko and laughs in a unique and funny way.

(You do it in a similar way to a dog owner ~. With minimal force, you poke the point of being good and lead to collapse. Does it look pretty similar?

Laughing, Midori was thinking about that.

"It's a really bad hobby. It's like a three-sentence villain doing it. Even though you're giving up dyeing your hands at evil, don't act like that nasty and tasteless. You may enjoy doing that, but I don't like it."

"Hmm..."

True to the unforgiving narrative, Junko clogs his words, swims his eyes and cheeks. Truly, I felt that way.

"Well, the clones are not guilty, so I'll follow up with you if I have to..."

He was a pure child who really cared about what was said and thought about the follow-up attached later.

Terrence, summoned to Van Damme, visited his office, laughing in anticipation of the matter.

"What can I do for you?

I know, but Terrence asks with a flamboyant smile. Van Damme, on the other hand, has a more cloudy look, resenting Terrence.

"I took Kate out on my own last night. Didn't I? After mobilizing Sea Chihuahua warriors and reinforced vampire soldiers."

"On your own - it's not, is it? I had a request from Mr. Kate, until I complied. Ma, I know they fought, and at times like this, you see, you're on the woman's side, right?

Van Damme finds himself annoyed by Terrence, who talks with a smile on his face without being bad at all.

"What's a time like this... So, where did you take him?

"I can't say that, of course. They tell you not to talk, and at times like this, you see, you're on the woman's side, right?

"If a woman is wrong, what she did is wrong?

"I wasn't stopping thinking, and after deciding that Mr. Kate had no mistake, I moved on to action. It was Mr. Van Damme who created the cause of the fight to leave in the first place, and why don't you reflect on that one?"

"Uhm... you're right. You can back off."

After listening to Terrence, Van Damme nods powerlessly. Terrence left the room with a little sympathy.

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