Boom!
Within the Dimensional Rift, a Black Mecha was suddenly subjected to countless attacks. Beams pierced every corner of the machine, reducing its head, arms, and legs to ash beneath the barrage. The heat generated by the beams and exploding components gradually raised the Black Mecha's temperature, spreading toward the cockpit. Only after scorching flames erupted from within did a beam pierce its chest, causing it to explode completely.
AmbriO's eyes were vacant, his mouth hanging wide open. Drool ran uncontrollably from his lips, stretching into long strands before dripping onto his clothes. His hair was soaked through with sweat, disheveled and stripped of its former elegance and neatness. His collar had been torn open, leaving him entirely without composure, while his trousers were thoroughly soaked with another yellow liquid. A foul stench wafted out as it trickled down from beneath him, even flowing into his shoes, yet AmbriO himself was utterly unaware of any of it.
"This is already the ninety-ninth one. Starting with the first, I forcibly linked all the sensations and terror of death experienced by your other clones to you. As for your clones, the first experienced only one fear at most, while the least experienced it twice, then three times, four times, all the way up to ninety-eight times."
"But because of my forced link, the fear you felt was the sum of all the fear felt by your previous ninety-nine clones. Every one of them transmitted all their emotions, sensations, and images—everything—to you under my control. Will you thank me? Perhaps this is the first time you have truly experienced the synchronized thoughts of your clones. How did it feel? Terrified? Afraid? Regretful?"
AmbriO's pupils suddenly contracted as Xiao Ran spoke, and he regained a sliver of reason from his dazed state. He shrieked,