"Bronya is also at that academy. When the time comes, she'll definitely assess the situation and decide whether to help this failure snatch away the Third Herrscher."
Cocolia turned around.
"Alright, inject memories into this failure. Make him believe he is the leader of Anti-Entropy, then implant surveillance equipment in him and collect some data."
"Yes, Lady Cocolia."
The image vanished.
"..."
Walter's mouth hung slightly open, but he could not say a word.
The person floating inside the cultivation tank... was him.
He recognized his own face clearly.
It all matched up—
Why Cocolia sometimes called him Walter.
"Damn it! I'll definitely kill Cocolia!"
The deceived man was enraged.
He was not the leader of Anti-Entropy, but merely a clone?
No, he refused to accept it!
As long as he killed Cocolia and those people, then he would be the true leader of Anti-Entropy!
No one would know his real identity!
"Ridiculous insect."
Dark Will felt that corrupting this body was simply too beneath the God of Darkness.
Every person he had corrupted in the past had been famous.
For example, that strongest Protoss high templar.
Yet now he had fallen so low as to corrupt this kind of trash.
"Shut your mouth!"
Fifty times gravity was driven at full force, attempting to crush this being that called itself the God of Darkness.
However—
There was no reaction whatsoever.
"A fragile mental defense, a pitiful will. Become part of the God of Darkness!"
Dark Will's whisper rang beside his ear.
Walter's furious expression gradually calmed.
His gaze became vacant, before finally returning to clarity—
Only, those eyes had already been consumed by darkness.
"What an inferior vessel..."
The God of Darkness was deeply dissatisfied.
A clone's lifespan was limited. Without outside interference, this vessel would sooner or later collapse