The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

This is the first manifestation of the Song hexagram.

Years later, in that small city called Yunshan, he and more than two hundred clones changed jobs and became professionals in the healing sequence.

Afterwards, when the bandits were established, he received a hood with four patterns.

This moment was incredibly shocking for Song Gua.

"A clone? What clone?"

"Old thief, you don't even know what a clone is? Think about the shadow clones in Naruto."

"But why do I have a clone?"

"How would I know? I'm not the original body. If you don't know, then of course I don't know either."

Just then, Technician Number Nine pushed open the curtain and walked in.

"Boss, it's time to pay. Please settle the bill at the front desk. And could you please give me a five-star rating?"

Technician Number Nine's smiling crescent-shaped eyes froze instantly.

She was somewhat bewildered when she saw two Song Gua lying on the bed.

"And this is...?"

Before Song Gua could speak, his clone said with a smile.

"I'm his twin brother."

Technician Number Nine suddenly realized.

"Oh—I see. Well, then, you guys, you continue..."

She blushed and left.

Song Gua's lips twitched.

"I think she must have misunderstood."

"A beautiful misunderstanding."

"Beautiful my foot! No, you suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and it's hard for me to explain our relationship to others."

"Just say I'm your clone."

The Song hexagram, when divided, conveys a sense of relaxation, with the exterior feeling scorched and the interior tender.

"Then I'll either be admitted to a mental hospital in this city tonight, or I'll be cut into pieces and admitted to a research institute in some country."

Song Gua sat there, his chin resting on his hand, while the fingers of his other hand tapped the bed sheet.

"I wish I could keep you safe."

After saying that, the clone disappeared.

Song Gua rubbed his eyes.

"Was that...a hallucination?"

The voice of the clone echoed in my mind.

"It's not an illusion, you old thief. You have the ability to overlap your clones with your own."

Song Gua raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? So, does that mean I can release you anytime?"

After speaking, the clone jumped off Song Gua's body and stood by the bed in a seductive pose.

Yes, that's right~

Why do you look like you're from Thailand?

"I am a part of you, which means that this side of you exists deep inside."

"Damn it! That's nonsense, I'm a real man!"

Song Gua put away the strange clone and walked home with a heavy heart.

Why did I suddenly have a clone?

Am I being targeted by aliens who are giving me superpowers so they can conduct human experiments on me?

Or rather, do I have some strange disease? A super tumor that can grow rapidly to look exactly like me?

The Song hexagram indicates a heavy heart.

Once I got home, I lost all interest in playing games.

Although I still want to release that clone to study it further.

But the thought of that clone's strange tone and eyes, the fact that they were alone together in the same room, always made me worry that something bad might happen.

With mixed feelings, Song Gua unknowingly fell asleep on the sofa.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a rustling sound.

I opened my blurry eyes and was shocked to find a figure swaying around in the house!

A thief broke in?

Stay calm.

Pretend to be asleep, and when the thief gets close, strike him down and kill him!

I now have a clone. If I release the clone, it will be two against one, giving me the advantage!

When the shadowy figure reached the sofa and opened the refrigerator, Song Gua suddenly launched an attack.

"Show your sissy clone! Attack him!"

Song Gua leaped up and kicked the thief who had opened the refrigerator and tried to steal his treasured instant noodles, sending him flying into a corner.

At the same time, it releases clones.

The clone pounced on him, punching the thief in the chest.

"I'll hit you, I'll hit you, I'll smash you to death with my little fists!"

The Song hexagram: "..."

Although the clone was useless, it was at least as tall and strong as himself, and he cornered the thief against the wall.

Song Gua took the opportunity to turn on the lights.

Song Gua only discovered this when the room was brightly lit.

"Damn it! Another one!"

The second clone cursed and swore.

"Damn it! All I wanted was some food, did you have to beat me up? What kind of 'original form' is this? So stingy!"

Song Gua sat down on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

"What exactly is going on...?"

Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Gua discovered that he would create an extra clone every day.

Although the clone can be retracted into the body.

However, even in their recovery state, they can still speak, and Song Gua can still hear them.

"Number One, why are you so effeminate?"

"Don't talk nonsense, he's a real man~"

"Damn it! Let me check if the guy's still here!"

"That old thief is living a really bad life. No job, no family, no friends, no girlfriend. He spends his days playing video games or going for massages. He's just wasting his life savings and he'll be finished sooner or later."

"If we follow someone like that, we'll never amount to anything."

"You were born into the wrong family."

Although there were only seven of them, they chattered away all day long, even when they were sleeping.

In just one week, Song Gua felt like he had a nervous breakdown.

"This is not a solution."

So, on the tenth day, Song Gua summoned all his clones in his small rented room.

"Although as long as I don't release you, you won't expend any energy, so you won't need to eat, drink, or relieve yourself, and you won't need to stay in the house. You'll also inexplicably always have a set of clothes."

I don't need to take care of your food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

However, everyone, I now need your help with my basic needs: food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

As he spoke, Song Gua pulled out several cell phones.

This is a second-hand low-end smartphone that he acquired at a huge cost.

"I've registered as a delivery driver, courier, and ride-hailing driver on various platforms. It's time for you to realize your value."

The clones ignored them.

"We're just like you, highly educated and outstanding individuals, and this is what you're making us do?"

"Why don't you open Zhihu and ask, 'If I suddenly have a bunch of clones, how can I monetize them the fastest?' You'll definitely get a bunch of expert advice, and it'll be much more reliable than what you're suggesting."

"Exactly, I'm not going to do any of that manual labor."

Song Guachong and the others rolled their eyes.

"I understand that you want to do respectable work."

But that takes time. I'm currently taking on some freelance software work online, and finding clients, negotiating prices, and meeting requirements all take time.

But we're almost unable to pay our rent.

"You guys get to work and solve this immediate problem, okay?"

Song Gua discovered that although these clones were very rebellious.

But if I actually ask them to do something, they will eventually do it obediently.

The clones wore hats, uniforms, masks, and sun-protective clothing, covering themselves completely.

Seeing that his clones had all gone out to work, Song Gua suddenly had a breakthrough in his thinking.

"If I gain one more clone every day, I'll have ten more in ten days, one hundred in one hundred days, and one thousand in one thousand days!"

Ten thousand days... ten thousand!

With ten thousand soldiers at my command, I could easily conquer the Central Plains. What need would I have for work?