A Clone Left in the Divine Realm Has No Right to Bargain

Early in the morning, Aaron opened his eyes in bed.

After washing up, he signed in as usual.

"The host's main body has signed in at Hell's Kitchen and received 1 Magic Point. The Thoughtform clone has signed in at Asgard and received 5 Magic Points."

"Hm?" Aaron rubbed his eyes. After staring blankly for a moment, he became fully alert. "How many? Five Magic Points?"

"Yes, Host.

Asgard is a divine realm from myth and legend. The rewards obtained from signing in are comparable to those at Hogwarts.

However, the one in Asgard is the host's clone, so it can only receive half the reward."

"Ha ha ha!" Aaron laughed excitedly. "What a pleasant surprise. A real pleasant surprise! I'd completely forgotten that the Thoughtform could be used like this."

His life on Earth had been cautious and precarious, as if he were walking on thin ice.

Even when using magic, he had to do so in secret, terrified of being discovered.

Every day, he only dared sign in on his own little patch of land. The rate at which he acquired Magic Points was painfully slow.

But leaving a clone in Asgard instantly tripled his earnings, saving him quite a bit of effort and time.

Moreover, splitting off half his magic power made it easier to conceal his true strength. Even if someone noticed something unusual, they would not be overly wary of him.

The difference between a Grand Archmage and a Holy Magus was like the difference between heaven and earth.

After a while, Aaron calmed his excitement and remotely contacted his Thoughtform.

"Um..."

"No need to say it. I know." The Thoughtform spoke helplessly. "Such is the fate of a clone! I'll stay in Asgard."

"Don't let anyone discover you."

"Don't worry. With the concealment barrier