My clone invades all realms

The cool fingertips brushed across Luo Ya's cheek, the touch delicate, yet carrying a cold indifference like someone appreciating an object.

"You really are my most satisfying slave."

Inside the bubble helmet, the voice from the Royal Palace was filtered and sounded somewhat distorted, but the condescending satisfaction was crystal clear.

Behind her were five more "Roya".

They have identical faces and wear the same butler's uniforms, like the most exquisite dolls produced on a factory assembly line.

"It is my greatest honor to serve you, the perfect Rhodes Palace."

Luo Ya's lips curled up, revealing exactly eight pearly white teeth.

This is a "perfect" smile that has been perfected through thousands of practices.

If one could ignore the cold metal ring around his neck, the scene would be quite pleasing to the eye.

Slave ring.

"She's really likable."

Ronosya chuckled and stood up lazily.

In an instant, a group of boys known as "Roya" moved, their movements fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary actions.

One of them draped a coat over her shoulders.

One of them straightened her skirt.

One of them handed her a handbag.

They are experts in the service field because that is the only value they are allowed to have.

Roya's smile remained unchanged.

"It's almost time for your afternoon tea at the Charlia Palace," one of the "Roya" reminded softly.

The red carpet stretched from Ronosya's feet all the way to the door, with Roya personally supporting her, each step precise to the millimeter.

Outside the door, several CP0 guards in black suits quickly surrounded him. Their gazes swept over Roya, as if they were examining a beautiful piece of trash that could be discarded at any time.

He was nothing more than a slave.

As if oblivious, Roya maintained his perfect posture as he escorted Ronosya to a garden bursting with flowers.

Charles Palace was serving red tea, without even lifting his eyelids.

"You're late." Her voice was icy.

"Why bother with such a trivial matter?" Ronosya sat down opposite her without a care in the world.

Charlia Palace finally looked up, but her gaze passed over Ronosya and landed on Roya behind her.

"You need to make amends for being late."

Her voice carried an undisguised greed.

Luo Ya's smile remained perfect, but a wave of physical nausea rose in his heart.

Another one.

It was another "god" who peered at his face with the kind of eyes that look at novelties.

"Sorry, but this one was carefully trained by me." Ronosya picked up her teacup, the exquisite gems on her nails sparkling. "As for the other slaves, you can have as many as you want."

After all, a slave as attentive as Roja, who could also use multiple bodies to satisfy all her needs, was extremely rare.

Of course, this ability to create clones is also a Devil Fruit that she personally fed to her.

But that doesn't matter.

The important thing is this face.

This face is the only proof that he can stand by my side.

"You should respect his 'choice'," Charlia Palace chuckled, but her eyes were fixed intently on Roya.

"Does a mere slave deserve a choice?"

Ronosya finally stopped smiling, her tone turning unfriendly: "I don't want to give it, and you can't take it from me."

"Bang!"

Charlia Palace slammed the teacup down on the table, splashing red tea that spread in an ugly pattern on the white tablecloth.

"He'll be mine sooner or later."

She stood up, her determined gaze burning into Roya like a branding iron.

However, as fellow members of the world's nobility, it is not easy to seize private property from another Celestial Dragon.

Charlemagne Palace turned and left, surrounded by slaves and guards.

Ronosya's face was very unpleasant. What she hated most was others coveting her possessions.

She didn't even look at Roya, but commanded in an icy voice:

"Remember, you belong to me."

"If you dare to have any other ideas..."

"I'll kill you."

She would rather destroy what belongs to her with her own hands than allow anyone else to touch it.

"Yes, the Palace of Ronosya." Roya bowed slightly, his lowered eyelids concealing all emotion: "As long as you are alive, I will always be your possession."

Of course, he only thought the second half of the sentence to himself.

If you die, then it's not.

……

While his five perfect clones were still providing meticulous service to the Celestial Dragon, Roya's original body returned "home".

That was the residence that Ronosya had prepared for her "collection".

A series of cold prison cells.

Roya's cell was in the deepest part.

As soon as he stepped into the area, a stone flew out of the cell next to him and hit his feet.

"traitor!"

"The Celestial Dragons' lackeys!"

"Don't forget, you're a slave just like us!"

Bloodshot eyes peered out from behind the iron bars—fishmen, giants, and once infamous pirates.

They unleashed all the resentment they couldn't vent on the Celestial Dragons onto this fellow being favored by "God".

"You guys are ridiculous."

Luo Ya stopped in his tracks, and for the first time, the perfect smile vanished from his face, replaced by an undisguised mockery.

"You're just jealous."

"They're jealous that I got out of prison, jealous that I got favored, so all they can do is bark at my back like a defeated dog."

His words struck their deepest wounds.

"Get out! You bastard!"

"Go to hell! You lackey!"

More junk was thrown out of the cell, accompanied by vicious curses.

Roya, however, began to walk amidst the filthy projectiles.

His body swayed with a strange rhythm, sometimes spinning, sometimes gliding, his posture as elegant as if he were performing a stage play.

Dance music.

He used a fighting technique specifically developed for women to its fullest extent.

When he reached his cell door, he was spotless.

To become a slave means to lose all choices.

But he must seize every opportunity to become stronger.

Even if it's just this kind of seemingly harmless fighting dance moves.

"Click".

The cell door was locked behind him, cutting off all outside sounds.

Luo Ya leaned against the cold wall, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

That was the energy accumulated by the five clones maintaining a high level of focus throughout the day, which was now being returned to the main body.

Paramecia type, the Fruit of Splits.

Create a physical clone that is completely synchronized with the original body's memories and strength.

The training effects of the clone can also be fed back to the main body.

That sounds wonderful.

However, the cost is that any damage or even death suffered by the clone will be transferred to him simultaneously.

What's even more disheartening is that his talent has a ceiling.

Now, no matter how his clones train, his strength can no longer increase by even a fraction.

He has already reached the limits of his physical body.

Unless... you master domineering aura.

But how can a slave learn? Would Ronosya allow her plaything to possess power sufficient to threaten her?

The answer is self-evident.

In theory, he has no chance of escape.

But this is only in theory.

"Bitch."

Sitting in the shadows of the bed, Roya's face finally twisted completely, a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression mixed with hatred and murderous intent.

How could he possibly accept the fact that he was a slave!

"Sooner or later..."

"I want you dead by my hand!"

He stared intently ahead, where a faint, deep blue surface, visible only to him, was emitting a soft glow on his retina.

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