Wang Yan split his consciousness into thoughts, instantly creating five Thought Clones and sending them into those five bodies.
Three men and two women, their formerly dull eyes instantly lit up.
Each possessed a distinct temperament and a unique aura.
One of them, a Green-hooded Girl carrying a broken sword, stepped forward. "My name is Riven. Please treat me well."
The Ponytail Man holding a katana took a swig of liquor and stared drunkenly at the long blade in his hand, as if speaking to himself. "Yasuo, a Wandering Swordsman."
The Elegant Lady wielding a rapier smiled, every inch the queen. "Blade Dancer, Fiora."
The brawny man in a barbarian helmet, muscles knotted all over his body, spoke in a muffled voice. "King of the Barbarians, Trundle."
The last to speak was Strange Green Helmet Man.
His helmet was covered in lenses. At a glance, he looked like a fly that had gained sentience.
A man of few words, he gave the briefest introduction. "Wuju, Yi."
This sensation of controlling multiple threads at once was also quite novel to Wang Yan.
"Would this method produce any negative effects?" To be safe, Wang Yan still asked.
The Assistant Program immediately responded. "This is one of the correct training approaches. It can expand the range of Telekinesis. At Lord Main God's current pace, after roughly 408 hours, your attainments in the spiritual realm will advance further. It will not cause you any negative effects in any sense."
Hearing this, Wang Yan nodded. "Seventeen days? That isn't long."
Riven, Yasuo, Yi, Fiora, Trundle.
Playing multiple roles at once allowed one to train the use of Spiritual Power from angles that had never been considered before.
Wang Yan raised a hand and lifted Fiora's chin, then pinched Riven's cheek. His expression immediately turned strange.