Help!

Am I suffering from schizophrenia?

Little Eleven looked around and stared at his fellow bewildered classmates.

Even though they were all Eleven, it felt like the people around him weren't himself, as if he were looking at his own blood-related twin brother. It was a very strange feeling.

Hello? Can you hear me?

I can hear you!

Am I a genius?!

Suddenly, some genius Eleven opened the Telepathy channel and connected all the Eleven at once. Since they were originally one, they didn't even need to expend Spiritual Power and directly started the group chat mode. This feeling was even more strange, as if they had really split their personalities, with countless voices of their own exploding in their minds.

"Is this what it feels like to have your mind cut apart? Maybe I can study this more in the future."

This was the thought that filled all of Eleven's minds at that moment. This experience of separation of consciousness and multitasking reminded him of another kind of magic— the Thought Projection.

This is a clone spell that only many powerful mages can learn. Although it is called a clone, it is essentially a splitting of one's spirit into two parts, with one part becoming a projection-like Thought Projection. Although it has no physical form, it can assist mages in doing many things that are inconvenient for them, such as attending meetings, getting scolded, or paying fines.

Eleven's current state seems even more powerful than Thought Projection magic; he's split into many parts! Although Gildarts forcibly separated him, he's memorized the feeling, and perhaps he can use it to master the application of Thought Projection in the future.

But only if it can be restored! That bastard Gildarts!

Thinking of this, thousands of tiny eyes of the little Eleven scattered on the ground stared at Gildarts, who was still grinning foolishly. Suddenly, Gildarts felt a chill run down his spine; how disgusting!

Although Gildarts found the densely packed Eleven a bit disgusting, he neither restored them nor left. Instead, he strode over to the pile of Eleven and started rummaging through them haphazardly.

This action immediately provoked the dissatisfaction of the Eleven. A group of little creatures cried out and clung to Gildarts's hand, some biting, some kicking, and some even trying to climb up his arm. This disgusted Gildarts, who quickly retreated and disgustedly shook all the little Eleven off his arm.

"I didn't expect you actually gave all the magic crystals to Macao and the others! I thought you were just lying to them." Gildarts felt itchy all over from the densely packed little Eleven and shifted his shoulders uncomfortably.

He hadn't gone to bully Eleven; he was just checking if any of the little Eleven had similarly Crush Sensing Magic Crystals on them, but he found nothing.

Little Eleven didn't seem to hear what Gildarts was saying; he didn't react and continued chattering away, making it impossible to understand what they were saying.

After being repeatedly bothered by the little Eleven, Gildarts confirmed once again that Eleven did not seem to have any magic crystals on them. He immediately lost interest in the little creatures rolling around on the ground and turned to leave.

"Hey! Gildarts, come back here!" The little Eleven stopped arguing and shouted in unison when they saw that Gildarts was trying to run away.

"What are you doing? I'm very busy, I still have to catch someone." Gildarts picked at his ear. He really didn't want to see these densely packed Elevens right now, he felt like his trypophobia was about to flare up.

"Restore me! You can't keep me like this forever!" the little Eleven shouted in unison again.

Gildarts laughed upon hearing this, but to Eleven, that smile appeared utterly wicked.

"Well, we'll talk about recovery after the assessment is over. Hehe, looks like your assessment journey is coming to an end here, Eleven."

Upon hearing this, Eleven —no, everyone—was utterly shocked!

"That's not fair!" the little Eleven shouted in unison. "And it's not safe! What if a few of my units get eaten by a monster in this state? What will happen to me after I recover?"

"Hmm, I really haven't thought about that before." Gildarts actually started to think, rubbing his chin.

"They'll probably lose limbs, and if they're unlucky enough to have their internal organs eaten, they might die. Be careful."

Watch your sister!

Is it that dangerous? You're scaring me to death!

Seeing the terrified expressions on the faces of the young Eleven, Gildarts was delighted and smiled slightly, "Eleven, your test is over. Your safety is more important. As long as you say you're giving up the test, the magic circle around you will send you back to the guild master, and you'll be safe!"

Upon hearing this, the little Eleven immediately fell silent, losing their mood for arguing, and began to calmly consider the pros and cons.

Seeing that Eleven remained silent, Gildarts didn't linger and started walking in the direction Laxus had fled. But as he walked, he suddenly felt something was wrong and abruptly turned around to look behind him.

Behind Gildarts, a densely packed group of little Eleven had formed a neat line, trotting along behind him, panting heavily, seemingly complaining that Gildarts' strides were too large.

Eleven was running at the front, saw Gildarts looking at them, tilted his head, and smiled shyly, "Well, I haven't decided yet whether I should give up or not. Anyway, I don't have any magic crystals left. For my own safety, until I've thought it through, I've decided to stay by Gildarts' side for now. Be sure to protect us!"

Gildarts:(￣Д￣)

"Ugh! Don't follow me! It's disgusting!"

On the other side, Laxus, who had just escaped, was sitting cross-legged on a towering rock, eyes closed, meditating and recovering his mana. At the same time, he was fully aware of his surroundings, carefully sensing every rustle of wind and grass.

He was waiting for Eleven to launch a sneak attack.

Laxus fled immediately after encountering Gildarts, so he was unaware of the subsequent events. Based on his understanding of Eleven, he naturally assumed that Eleven had successfully escaped and was on his way to ambush him.

Since he can't escape Eleven's surveillance, he might as well not hide anymore. As long as he can withstand Eleven's first sneak attack, Laxus is confident that he can fight Eleven to the death.

Just then, the bushes beside him suddenly began to sway, Laxus's nerves tensed up instantly, ready to defend himself at any moment.

Splash...

The bushes parted, and a monster the size of a rabbit leaped out. Laxus initially thought it was just a false alarm, but upon closer inspection, the monster seemed to be chasing something, which appeared to be a tiny person no bigger than a fingernail.

"Waaaaah! Laxus, help me!! I'm going to die!!"