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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: My Clone is Becoming a Big Shot
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Prologue
The eternal frozen wasteland battered by endless blizzards, at the northernmost edge of the continent.
A massive battle was raging there right now.
[...Impressive. Truly worthy of being called my archrival. Knight of Light!]
A figure hovered in the air, black robes billowing, scattering dark energy in all directions.
With an army of undead at its command, it looked for all the world like a demon king had descended upon the earth.
The calamity reborn on the continent. The Immortal King.
Beneath the bizarre mask cracked from the fierce clash of battle lurked nothing but a bare skull, and the blue ghostfire rising from its empty sockets struck terror into all who beheld it.
"As expected of the nightmare of the continent, Immortal King! But we will never give up. As long as the power of light is with us, we will not fall!"
The knight facing it head-on thrust his sword of light forward and shouted defiantly.
His armor was battered and broken in places from the prolonged fight, wounds covering his body, but his eyes blazed with unyielding conviction.
"Yeah, it's not as big a deal as we thought, right?"
"If we pool our strength, we can definitely take it down!"
And his companions fighting alongside him.
They were all heroes who had overcome countless trials to reach this point.
Boom!
Soon, the knight's comrades clashed with the undead horde once more in a frenzy of violence.
As his allies held off the undead, the Knight of Light and the Immortal King resumed the battle they had traded blows in countless times before.
The sword wreathed in dawnlight sliced through pitch-black darkness, tracing a beautiful arc, while the cursed abyss bared its fangs, eager to devour the light.
Their exchanges flowed seamlessly without a single opening, the rhythm of combat unbroken.
Those precisely traded blows were so flawless, they almost looked like a rehearsed stage play.
'Well, it is staged. How the hell did things end up like this...'
That's right.
The terror reborn on the continent, the walking calamity. The Immortal King.
The holy knight of the Church of the Divine, wielder of the sword of conviction. The Knight of Light.
And even himself, sitting in a cozy warm room, munching on fried chicken while watching the scene unfold like a movie.
They were all 'me'.
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