At this time, Di Wang's consciousness was wandering freely in the boundless sea of stars. This was the space materialized by his 'Emperor Engine' in a higher dimension.
The brilliant galaxy flowed beneath his feet, and each star represented a source of hostility marked by the 'Emperor Engine'.
In the center of the sea of stars, a towering shadow of the Emperor of Heaven was faintly visible; it was the projection of the origin of his soul.
And at the edge of the sea of stars, a vine like an emerald is deeply rooted in the void. This is the concrete manifestation of Fubuki's soul.
Crystal clear flowers bloomed on the vines, and each petal flashed with a faint light of telekinesis.
Not far away, a group of pink blood mosquitoes danced freely in the starry sky, which was the concrete presentation of the mosquito girl's soul.
They cleverly form various beautiful patterns, sometimes gathering into a heart shape, and sometimes spreading out like gorgeous smoke.
Di Wang's will gently brushed over the vines and mosquitoes, and in an instant, he felt two intimate spiritual waves coming.
Under the energy of the Emperor's Engine transformation, the two women's souls have been tightly bound to his origin and have become his eternal followers.
This bond is more unbreakable than any contract, yet it will not deprive them of their independent will.
After calming their slightly agitated minds due to the rapid increase in power, Di Wang turned his attention to the stars in the sea of stars that represented hostility.
Most of them are insignificant.
For example, there are keyboard warriors who criticize "King" on the Internet, second- and third-rate heroes who are jealous of his S-rank, and the thugs who have been taught a lesson by him.
These ant-like hostility were directly filtered out by Di Wang.
His eyes finally locked onto the two brightest stars.
On the first star, Metal Knight Bofoy was anxiously arranging the construction work of City A in the laboratory.
Every time this mad scientist issued a work order, he would curse through gritted teeth: "Damn King!"
Seeing this scene, Di Wang couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that there was no need to follow the "network cable" to teach him a lesson.
He knew very well that a rational egoist like Bofoy would be easier to control.
As long as the cost of his resistance is far greater than the possible benefits, he will become more honest than anyone else.
The scene in the second star made Di Wang laugh.
At this time, the Sykes Institute was in a mess.
Two blue-haired beauties who looked exactly the same sat on the ground back to back, breathing heavily.
"You ungrateful guy! Without me, there would be no you!" Sykes cursed angrily.
"An old maid is an old maid. Even her way of scolding people is so uncreative!" the clone retorted unyieldingly.
Their robes had long been torn to tatters, revealing large areas of snow-white skin, and they were exhausted from fighting each other.
Even so, the two continued to attack each other with the most vicious language.
Finally, a pair of green eyes and a pair of lavender eyes looked at the intact culture chamber in the corner of the laboratory.
Although they were arguing over the question of "who is the original and who is the clone", they both wished they could stuff each other into culture medium and shape them.
However, they were surprisingly unanimous in their deep hatred for Di Wang.
(After all, they are split from the same soul.)
"Enough!" Sykes struggled to stand up and pointed at the incubator: "Now is not the time for infighting! That damn King... must pay the price! The plan must be carried out!"
The clone also stood up with a cold face and patted the dust off his buttocks: "Agreed."
Afterwards, the two of them dragged their tired bodies and supported each other to the incubator.
However, when they saw the perfect body in the nutrient solution, they fell into a brief silence as to who should pay the price to activate this body.
The clone urged: "Hey! Old maid, you have experience, so you should do it this time!"
"You! Bastard!" Sykes was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and the seductive cleavage was faintly visible.
The two men were on the verge of a fight again, and invisible mental fire crackled in the air.
Finally, the clone coldly suggested: "Let's compromise. We can each cut off a part of our soul fragments, fuse them together, and then inject them into each other."
She pointed at the "unlucky guy" in the incubator and continued, "The total amount remains the same, but the risk remains."
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