"This won't work. The enemy will notice the problem soon enough." As a mid-level multiversal being, Jean quickly spotted the issue. From an observer's perspective, she found these methods painfully crude and couldn't understand why the enemy would fall for them. Still, she could tell that their mutual slaughter would not last long.
"Mm-hmm, that's right. I need to adjust their opponents." Daisy waved her hand and isolated the ten Ivory Kings.
Those ten were too powerful. Only each other could serve as their opponents. As for the remaining Ivory Kings, from now on, every opponent they encountered would be a warrior of their own rank.
"Come here! The organization has assigned you a task!" Daisy beckoned Big Orange over.
Big Orange was different from her other clones. Those clones were all a bunch of seductive, scheming bitches, constantly thinking about how to get benefits from her before severing their connection and becoming independent.
Big Orange was much more honest. Though she was always clamoring about splitting from Daisy and occasionally flirted with Hill, their relationship was somewhat like that of friends. More often, Big Orange felt like a member of the Johnson household. Daisy had merged all the other clones back into one, leaving only Big Orange separated on her own.
At this point, Big Orange was completely independent and no longer Daisy's clone.
Perhaps because she had been tricked too many times, even though she could sense that the connection between them had been severed and that she had gained a true freedom beyond the reach of intelligent life, Big Orange still didn't give Daisy a pleasant look. She shuffled over reluctantly.
"What?!"
Daisy gave a half-smile and spat out a single word. "Bicycle!"
Big Orange immediately put on an expression somewhere between groveling and begging forgiveness. Her