"Mimic's Ability Gene?"
Peter was stunned. Could it be his gene? Peter possessed a Divine-level mimicry talent that allowed him to mimic everyone's Abilities, making it even more powerful than his father's Devouring Ability.
By comparison, Nathan was rather pitiful. He could only fly.
"No. Your Ability Gene is too powerful; no one can fuse with it, not even Claire. Otherwise, I would have mass-produced a Peter Army long ago."
Andrew shook his head and said, "Mimic is an ordinary Ability User. She can mimic anyone's movements. For example, if she watches a ballet performance, she can immediately learn how to dance ballet.
Or if she watches an exciting fight, she can instantly learn all kinds of fighting moves. Your Ability mimics all Abilities; hers mimics all movements."
"I see. No wonder I thought Claire's fighting style was somewhat similar to Queen Maeve's. So she was mimicking Queen Maeve."
Peter suddenly understood. Andrew asked, "Peter, how is your mimicry of the Power of Rules coming along?"
This was Andrew's main reason for summoning Peter. Watching Claire fight Queen Maeve was merely entertainment.
"Not well."
Peter shook his head. "I can mimic a small part of the Rule Ability of that Monster you captured, but it's extremely difficult. It feels like climbing uphill with a mountain on my back."
"Difficulty isn't a problem. As long as you can mimic it, the rest will be easy."
Andrew said, "Peter, your path to becoming a Skyfather is to mimic the rules of those Monsters. Once your mimicry reaches a certain level, you will become a Skyfather."
"I don't know whether I'll live to see that day."
Peter grumbled. It was not that he lacked confidence; mimicking rules really was too difficult.
"Don't worry. I have a way to speed you up."
Andrew said,