Doctor Strange's magical bombardment made the King of Chaos howl repeatedly, shrinking his body by a full quarter.
This guy still could not speak. After his few repeated moves all proved ineffective, he had no choice but to use his final trump card.
A strange, inexplicable glow surged out from the King of Chaos's body. What was that? The next second, Daisy, who had been carefully examining the King of Chaos's fate, abruptly rose to her feet, her face full of disbelief.
"What is it? What is it? Did something happen?" The Orange Cat twisted her big rear as she squeezed up beside her, her face filled with curiosity like a bystander watching the excitement.
"It's none of your business. Go play somewhere else!" Daisy shoved the big-faced cat aside with the back of her hand.
"If you dare mistreat me again, I'll learn from the King of Chaos! I want independence! I want to split from you!"
Daisy's eyes widened enormously. Only then did the Orange Cat reveal an embarrassed expression, even rubbing her back in a fawning manner.
Were clones these days really so fiercely independent? Director Daisy had discovered another Multiversal Tier problem. To preserve a clone's potential for growth, they had to be given greater autonomy. But autonomy was troublesome too; they had to be watched constantly. One or two were manageable, but with more than that, she definitely would not be able to keep them under control.
She planned to give the Orange Cat a thorough drill later...
At the very least, she needed to grasp the boundary between autonomy and independence.
But that was a problem for later. Setting the thought aside for now, she focused on what was before her.
The longer she watched, the more she could not help sighing. The Orange