Chapter 63

In the cubicle.

Mo You sat cross-legged on the bed, his body enveloped in a bright aura of mental energy.

Pledge effect +1...

Mo You had no clear idea how much the "Soul Resonance" would benefit from this.

Anyway, it still needed to be judged based on the practical process.

"First... hmm, no need to rush the mimicry appearance."

Just as Mo You was about to add a mechanism to the "Soul Resonance," he suddenly thought—

Before knowing the approximate amount of the pledge effect, he could try adding other higher-level abilities.

For example,

The precious ability to swap positions with his shadow and with enemies.

In terms of tactical value, it was better than mimicry appearance.

There was also the "shared cultivation results" ability. If he could successfully add it, he could fully leverage the value of the cultivation buff.

"Let's try the shared cultivation results ability first... With the constraint conditions in place, if it succeeds, I don't expect 100% of the cultivation results, but it shouldn't be below 50%."

With this thought, Mo You began to attempt it.

About ten minutes later.

Mo You ended in failure.

"It seems the shared cultivation results ability is too high in level. Even with the pledge effect increased by one level, it's still unachievable. But that makes sense..."

"Abilities of the clone type, depending on the distance, power, and accuracy, generally require some stringent activation conditions. Additionally, maintaining the ability usually requires high mental concentration."

"Sharing cultivation results is something I can't touch for now. But how did the 'killing to level up' ability in the original work come about? I wonder how many stringent constraints were involved in creating such an ability..."

Mo You didn't feel too disappointed about not being able to create the shared cultivation results ability.

After all, he had only learned "Nen" for less than a month...

"Next, let's try the position swapping ability."

Mo You calmed his mind and began to attempt another ability development.

In the end, it still ended in failure.

"I was being too optimistic."

Mo You gave a self-deprecating smile. After his idea fell through, he honestly tried to develop the mimicry appearance ability.

This time,

He successfully developed the ability.

The originally pitch-black silhouette of the shadow person slowly gained color under the baptism of mental energy, gradually transforming into Mo You's appearance.

The shadow person—

No,

Now it should be called a shadow clone.

"The mimicry appearance speed is too slow. It can only be shortened through practice. At least 0.5 seconds is required to be considered qualified, oh?"

Mo You suddenly glanced at a stain on the shadow clone's face, propped his chin with his hand, and smiled. "The ability effect is better than I expected."

After successfully developing the "mimicry shared appearance" ability, various dirty tricks began to swirl in Mo You's mind, waiting for the right person to experience their subtleties.

"Let's see if there's any remaining pledge effect... Starting with basic physical functions, but should I try the hearing ability or the speaking ability first?"

Mo You pondered for a moment and chose hearing.

He focused his mind on the ability, waited for a while, then casually plugged his ears and had the shadow clone move away, making a gesture of rubbing a thumb against the ear.

The faint sound was clearly transmitted to his ears.

"It worked."

Mo You's lips curled up.

But he didn't stop there and continued to try developing the "speaking" ability.

After a while, there was no success.

"Let it be."

Mo You was already very satisfied.

His "Soul Resonance" was a trait-based composite ability, and the development difficulty was self-evident. It required stringent constraint conditions to function.

Now, just by setting one "shared pain" constraint condition, he got so much feedback...

Mo You was very pleased.

He had a feeling that with sufficient "memory capacity," "Soul Resonance" could bring him even more surprises.

"To celebrate the birth of the new ability..."

Mo You beckoned the shadow clone over and punched it a few times.

The shadow clone took a couple of steps back.

"It doesn't feel right."

Mo You, looking at the shadow clone that looked exactly like him, frowned. "It feels like I'm abusing myself... Oh, I am abusing myself, but it still feels a bit different."

As he spoke, Mo You didn't choose to revert the shadow clone to its shadow form but instead pondered a possibility.

"Interesting."

He closed his eyes and continuously recalled some memories of people in his mind.

There was Zushi, Kurogore, and Illumi...

In the end, Mo You chose Zushi.

The images in his mind, which had been flashing by like a slideshow, suddenly froze on Zushi and gradually became clearer.

At the same time,

The shadow clone, like a terracotta warrior exposed to the air after a thousand years, lost its color at a visible speed, quickly reverting to a pitch-black shadow person.

Then, bits of color began to appear and spread across the shadow person's body, like ink on rice paper...

Mo You, with his eyes closed, broke out in a cold sweat, looking particularly strained.

The color on the shadow person's body gradually became clearer, and its size significantly increased.

About fifteen seconds later.

The shadow person transformed into Zushi's appearance—

It looked very Picasso.

But through some obvious features, one could recognize, "Ah, this is Zushi."

"Phew."

Mo You wiped away the sweat and then punched Picasso Zushi's face hard.

With a muffled thud,

Picasso Zushi stumbled back, and Mo You let out a sigh.

"This feels much better."

Then, Mo You beat Picasso Zushi to his heart's content, feeling that the efficiency of future "pain tolerance training" would be greatly improved.

Somewhere in the world.

A young man in his early twenties, Zushi, held a blood-stained playing card between his index and middle fingers.

On the ground in front of him lay a muscular, lifeless Enhancer-type ability user.

Zushi looked down at the corpse, kissed the blood-stained playing card, and then pressed his index finger against his swollen cheek.

"It hurts a bit, like being punched several times in a row."

Despite saying this, Zushi wore a pleased expression.

Back at the office.

Mo You broke the record by continuously beating Picasso Zushi for an hour before deactivating the ability and collapsing on the bed, entering the "Zetsu" state.

He gave himself an hour to rest.

Time passed—

An hour later.

Mo You deactivated the "Zetsu" state and walked out of the cubicle.

Sambica and the others were already waiting outside.

Without wasting much time, Mo You, Sambica, and Bisuke left the office under Liz's watchful eye.

At the roadside, Bisuke hailed a late-night taxi and then decisively activated her "Money" ability, buying the taxi on the spot.

"Remember to reimburse me."

Bisuke, who had taken the driver's seat without hesitation, winked at Sambica.

Sambica nodded silently.

"Hold on tight."

Bisuke gripped the steering wheel, her eyes showing a hint of excitement.

"Hmm?"

Mo You immediately fastened his seatbelt and reminded, "Sambica, your seatbelt."

At that moment, Bisuke slammed on the gas pedal.

With the roar of the engine, the taxi spewed a large amount of exhaust and shot forward.

Half an hour later.

The taxi left Laxiang City and drove a long distance on an open road without encountering any obstacles.

"Pretty smooth."

Mo You was a bit surprised.

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of a recognizable helicopter rotor blades came from behind.

"..."

Hearing the noise, Bisuke and Sambica silently glanced at Mo You.

"..."

Mo You remained silent.