My Special Ability is Perfect Replication

Panda Novel

“Leoux, what do you think I should do with the Casmodor fruits?”

Ling Jiu asked as he was on the way to Whitehole 1.

The Casmodor divine tree Sapling Ling had been staying on the Floating Island, nourished by the richest Dark Bio-energy there. Over the years, it has produced several batches of fruits, which cumulatively, were 5,000 in Ling Jiu’s hands.

Five Casmodor fruits…

This was not a small number. It would be too wasteful to leave them to rot. After all, these fruits were enough to create 5,000 stellar beings.

In contrast, after several years of development, Earth had only produced less than a hundred stellar beings. So producing 5,000 stellar beings was a high number.

“Are you thinking of using them to strengthen Earth’s strength?”

Leoux knew what Ling Jiu was thinking. “Then give them out.”

“Give them out?” Ling Jiu nodded. “I have the same thought too. Instead of letting the fruits rot in my hands, I might as well give them out. But the question is how to do it. I have to study it carefully, and I can’t let the fruits fall into the wrong hands.”

“It is simple.” Leoux chortled. “You can conduct a test similar to us, the Emissians, in warrior selection—only those who pass the test will get the fruit.”

“Conduct a test? This sounds good to me.” Ling Jiu nodded vigorously. “Do you have any ideas on how to do that?”

“This is also simple.” Leoux grinned. “We, the Emissians, temper the warriors’ mind by creating a mind-tempered training room. The training room has equipment that interferes with the brain, and it can even create various illusions to temper the warrior’s thinking in all aspects.”

“Very well, let’s do it.” Ling Jiu could not wait. “Build this training room immediately. We will use the test to give out the Casmodor fruits.”

“Things are simple. Just leave it to intelligent life,” Leoux said. “Give me a moment. I will create an intelligent life now and build the lab.”

“Creating an intelligent life? Forget about it.” Ling Jiu waved his hand. “Isn’t there a ready-made one?”

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“A ready-made one?”

…

Ling Jiu came to Pandora.

Just like before, Pandora had seemingly not changed one bit. The only difference was that a school had been built there—it was Earth’s renowned school: Pandora Institute.

Pandora had a high concentration of Gene Arcana. Major governments and Arcana combines had jointly built a school there. Then they recruited qualified students to receive training there.

There had been tens of thousands of students attending the school, and all of them had one common characteristic: their Arcanas had not been awakened.

Governments of various countries wanted to know if people who had not awakened Arcana would awaken their Arcana when there was long-term exposure to an Arcana-rich environment.

The answer was affirmative.

People would definitely awaken their Arcana under long-term Arcana nourishment.

Batch after batch of students had been sent there, awakened, and then sent away.

The school’s graduation criteria were simple: Arcana-awakening.

Any student who had awakened their Arcana could graduate.

Therefore, Pandora Institute had gradually changed from an experimental facility to an Arcanist training institute, continuously producing Arcanists for humanity.

Such a school was undoubtedly of great importance. To put things into perspective, there was a large population on Earth, yet few could awaken their Arcana.

Those who could awaken their Arcana would rise to the top, and those who failed would plunge into hell.

Such polarization was the fate of humans.

Meanwhile, Pandora Institute was giving countless children, who had failed to awaken their Arcana, a chance.

Pandora Institute had only been established for a short time, yet it had become a sought-after institution. Parents were scrambling to send their children to Pandora Institute.

In fact, similar schools were springing up like mushrooms.

With the discovery of more and more wormholes and habitable planets with Gene Arcana, governments and Arcana combines were trying to utilize these planets.

They built schools, training camps, research, and experimental bases, and even businesses as well as prisons.

…

Ling Jiu came to the familiar sinkhole and found 9527. “Long time no see, 9527.”

“Long time no see, Ling Jiu.” 9527 revealed itself. There was a hint of consolation in its otherwise stiff expression. “I can see that you have the mothership’s endorsement. Am I right?”

“You bet.” Ling Jiu nodded with a smile. “Come out and say hello, Leoux.”

“Say hello? I made 9527, for God’s sake. It should be the one who greets me,” Leoux said faintly and flew out of Ling Jiu’s wrist.

9527 saw Leoux and bowed. “Greetings to you, Father.”

“Rise.” There was satisfaction in Leoux’s eyes. “9527, you’ve done a good job. I will give you a body as reward.”

“Thank you, Father.” 9527 was overjoyed.

“You deserve it,” Leoux said. A black sphere appeared with the wave of its hand. “This is a body specially made for intelligent life by our Emissian civilization. You can feel everything that organic life can feel—hunger, pain, ups, and downs—with this body. Besides, you can also get rid of this research ship and go anywhere. You can even practice self-cultivation if you want to.”

“There’s such a body?” Ling Jiu was in disbelief.

“Of course, there is.” Leoux broke into a faint smile. “An intelligent life is also a living being. It also has its own emotions, desires, and aspirations. Nevertheless, such intelligent life is artificial life, after all, and differs from natural life. So it has significant limitations. Hence, the body of intelligent life comes into the picture to eliminate these limitations. Lacking a sea of consciousness aside, there is no difference between the bodies of intelligent life and that of natural life.”

“That is interesting. Amazing.” Ling Jiu was amazed, and he urged 9527, “Come and try this body. Let me see what is so special about this body, 9527.”

“Thank you, Father.” 9527 bowed to Leoux again. Then it faded into a stream of light before it disappeared into the black sphere. The black sphere changed shape as if it was liquid into the form of a human.

“Changed into a human?” Ling Jiu was startled.

“This body stores 8,653,895,387 types of body structure. So it can change into 8,653,895,387 types of body,” Leoux explained. “The body of a human is one of them.”

“This is unbelievable,” Ling Jiu exclaimed. However, he still felt perplexed. “You should have such a body yourself. Why have I not seen it before?”

“The Leoux is my body,” Leoux said. “There is nothing more suitable for me than the Leoux.”

“All right then.” Ling Jiu nodded, not wanting to harp on this question. “First of all, congratulations on getting your physical body and completely becoming an independent lifeform, 9527.”

“Thank you.” 9527, who was now in a human form, thanked Ling Jiu and looked thrilled.

“In fact, the purpose of my visit this time is to solicit your help,” Ling Jiu said. “Let me explain.”

Ling Jiu told 9527 about the setting up of a test, and 9527 happily agreed. “Piece of cake. You can count on me.”