Oscar slowly opened his eyes, the light of the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring beneath his feet fading inward.
He took a deep breath. Soul Power surged in his palm as he recited that somewhat ridiculous soul incantation.
A silver Sausage appeared in his hand, gleaming brightly.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Copy Mirror Sausage." Oscar gripped the Sausage, his voice trembling with excitement.
"As long as I eat this Sausage made using someone else's blood, I can temporarily copy their Martial Soul and Soul Skills."
"Without using anyone else's blood, though, this one is completely useless."
As soon as he finished speaking, a brilliant silver halo lit up on his forehead.
The phantom of a crystalline skull emerged between his brows. The space around Oscar immediately twisted, and a Clone identical to him in every respect—even its Soul Power fluctuations were exactly the same—condensed out of thin air.
The head Spirit Bone skill produced by the Mirror Image Beast—Clone.
When activated, it could wield eighty percent of the original body's strength for one minute.
At his feet, the little silver Mirror Image Beast that had just been separated out was affectionately rubbing against his trouser leg.
Though it was still very weak, as a companion Soul Spirit, it possessed independent combat instincts. As it grew older, it could absolutely become his most loyal blade on the battlefield.
Copied combat strength, a Clone of his original body, and a living companion Soul Spirit.
Oscar stared blankly at his hands, then looked at the Clone and Soul Spirit beside him. His eyes suddenly reddened, and tears the size of beans struck the floor tiles without warning.
As a food-type soul master with virtually no offensive power, he had longed more than anyone for the strength to protect himself and his companions.
He had