The two chopsticks were identical in weight and material. The only difference was a pattern on their surfaces—one slanted left, the other right. Well, the condition of "different" was quite broad; it could even defy certain specifications of the original object. For example... size!
He tossed the original chopstick aside, picked up the copy, and held it in his hand. He could still make a second copy from it... This time, the difference was in size. The chopstick produced by the second copy was only one-third the size of the original.
In other words, he could repeatedly copy the differences in a copied object, then make secondary alterations.
Hmm... It felt like some alternative form of creation ability?
Shaking his head, he thought it was still far too inferior compared to freely creating things.
No matter how different it became, it could not change the object's essence. Take the wooden chopstick in his hand—regardless of how much it differed, only its outer appearance, shape, and size could be changed. It could not be turned into iron or something else.
"What do you mean, acting cute?" Kaguya lightly rolled her eyes at Jiu Ming. "I've long since passed that age, all right?"
"Oh, if you weren't acting cute, then you were being coquettish. So that's how it is!" Mokou, who had been staring at the chopstick in Jiu Ming's hand, suddenly chimed in. Kaguya looked around, grabbed a stone from the ground, and hurled it at her...
"You cheap woman, are you looking to die?!"
Mokou had not expected Kaguya to do that and was struck directly. What followed was furious rage!
"You foolish Fire Chicken, you want to contend with me? You were born at least a thousand years too early!!" Kaguya leapt behind Jiu Ming, raised one finger, and