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

As the number of clones increased, Song Gua found that he had more and more room to maneuver.

With a large population, there's no need to find places for them to live; providing bread for three meals a day is enough to feed them. And ways to make money just spring up like mushrooms after rain.

If the clones suffer a bit, then the original body will have a good time.

Three months later.

Song Gua no longer needs to work.

His numerous private businesses have even expanded into private detective work.

Now I don't even need to look for clients myself.

After all, they already have a professional team of nearly a hundred people.

Song Gua is now living a life like an immortal.

They moved to a bigger house, started using a high-end mobile phone, upgraded to a high-performance computer, and wore designer clothes.

That felt so good.

Is this what it feels like to have superpowers?

Song Gua wondered if he was the chosen one, after all, he was the only one in the world with superpowers.

At the same time, he felt that making money discreetly was a wise move.

I don't make a lot of money, nor do I run around in a high-profile manner, and I certainly don't show off everywhere.

With only myself to feed and no one else to worry about, my current income is already quite comfortable.

People should be content.

"You shameless old scoundrel! You eat and drink the finest food every day while your brothers eat steamed buns and cornbread! Is there no justice in this world?!"

"Modern capitalists, living vampires!"

"Someone, hang him on a streetlight!"

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance! Brothers, we take turns being the main body, today it's my turn, anyone want to join the rebellion!"

Now, Song Gua has developed the ability to block out gossip from his clones.

If they talk nonsense, Song Gua acts as if he doesn't hear them and it doesn't affect his normal life.

If they reveal important information, Song Gua can receive and respond immediately.

This was all achieved through days and nights of rigorous training.

Tonight, Song Gua is preparing to go to Massage Parlor No. 9 again.

Although I've tried larger shops, I still think that technician number nine's technique is the most captivating.

While crossing an intersection.

It was as if some voice was calling out to me from the depths of the universe.

Song Gua was inexplicably a step too slow.

A loud whistle made him turn his head.

The blinding high beams came rushing towards us.

"ah!!!"

The dump truck knocked Song Gua dozens of meters away.

Song Gua lost consciousness on the spot.

"Is he/she dead?"

"Has this old scoundrel committed so many evil deeds that he's finally been punished by Heaven?"

"He shouldn't be dead."

How did you know?

"If he dies, we're probably doomed too."

"Oh yeah... then I guess he's probably in a vegetative state now."

"Good news: no one is oppressing us anymore. Bad news: we can't get out."

Song Gua finally opened his eyes.

Except for those heavy eyelids that look like two mountains.

Song Gua cannot feel other parts of his body.

He tried to look around, but found he couldn't turn his neck.

I can't even seem to feel my neck.

Looking straight up, Song Gua felt that he should be lying down.

He saw the surgical lights, which looked like a honeycomb.

Is it in the emergency room?

"Where...am I...?"

Footsteps sounded nearby.

A familiar face came into view.

"Ye Wenjie?"

Ye Wenjie spoke calmly, her face expressionless.

"it's me."

"Where am I? What happened to me?"

"You were in a severe car accident; your body was almost completely shattered."

"Huh? So I'm in the underworld now?"

"You're not dead."

"That's not scientific."

"I saved you with science."

"I'm alive?"

"From an academic point of view, he is still alive."

"What do you mean?"

Ye Wenjie didn't say a word, but simply pulled a screen over from the side.

Through this screen, Song Gua saw "himself".

Except for the head, which is still relatively intact.

Below the neck, there are various tubes that transport various nutrients and blood to keep the head alive.

He now only has a head, which is worse than a human stump.

Song Gua laughed.

"I must be dreaming."

"This is not a dream."

"Why did you save me?! You've left me to live like this! I'm worse than a brain in a vat! What dignity do I have left in my life?! Let me die!!"

Song Gua's emotions suddenly collapsed.

Seeing your body like this, anyone who doesn't break down would be insane.

Ye Wenjie tapped the screen and switched the camera.

The Song hexagram was seen.

This was a laboratory filled with a lot of equipment he couldn't understand, and rows of animal or human organs preserved in formaldehyde.

A group of people were sitting on a row of chairs in the laboratory, greeting the Song Gua that was placed in a sterile box.

"Hey~ Old thief, it's me."

Ye Wenjie made a surprising statement.

"These are clones that automatically spawned every day while you were in a coma."

"You, you knew all along..."

"Your power comes from the light of the earth, though we don't know why He chose you."

"W-what, the Light of the Earth? I, I am Gaia?"

Ye Wenjie pulled over a larger screen.

They began to systematically introduce the Song Gua, including the origin of life, the three major light sources, the source principles, and so on. In the real world, these are completely nonsensical online novel settings.

"This is outrageous..."

After reading it, Song Gua still found it somewhat unacceptable.

He wondered if he was still dreaming.

Only in dreams can one be so imaginative and unrealistic.

"The world will become different from what you think, and that's my fault."

"you?"

"I lit the altar of divine fire in Antarctica to guide them, but at the same time, I also planted a dangerous seed."

Earth, she seems to be alive.

When she gets sick, her immune system starts working.

In the past, none of the three major light sources would appear.

However, the day after I lit the divine fire, you appeared in a clone.

I calculated the timeline based on your creation of one clone per day, so I'm not wrong.

"What are you talking about? You're not some kind of mad scientist from a movie, are you? Fine, just kill me. I'd rather be dead than alive like this."

"I know you understand, but you can't accept it yet. That's okay. One day, you will accept it."

As she spoke, Ye Wenjie pushed all the screens away, crossed her arms, and looked serious.

Song Gua felt that she was completely different from when she met her in the neighborhood before.

"Now, you have a way to survive. Would you like to try it?"

"I'd rather live like this or die."

"No, it means living like a normal person, and also allowing you to fully utilize your clone abilities, to unleash your potential in that world, to be free and do whatever you want."

The second half of the sentence doesn't concern Song Gua at all.

"Live like a normal person? Be able to regrow your body?"

"You will start directly from infancy and grow anew, which will take over a thousand years. But these thousand years will not be in vain. I will teach you a method of soul cultivation, and your consciousness will continuously cultivate the light of the earth, making that light incomparably powerful!"