The Glorious Evolution Chapter 420 Disposable Clones.

"Orry'Xel has gone off the rails!! The mercenary is single-handedly beating the Raiders!" Gamemaster Envy bellowed, fueling the frenzy of the crowd cheering for the Conquerors.

Truthfully, a whirlwind of suspicions swirled in his thoughts as he fixed a piercing stare on Fang... an odd vibe emanated from him. Such raw power seemed far too immense for just a hired-blade-ranked mercenary.

His total might stayed within the game's boundaries thanks to Tier 4 evolutionary rank, yet...

Gamemaster Envy swiftly initiated a thorough, high-speed scan of Fang's body and soul... the results stunned him.

'Everything checks out normal... except he's a Falseborn, but that's all within the code.'

Gamemaster Envy had suspected Fang of rule-breaking or cheating... but his prowess proved entirely legitimate.

Accepting the scan's verdict, Gamemaster Envy resumed his broadcast... his nickname Envy wasn't for show. He despised every outsider race equally and couldn't care less about their fates in the games. Rules unbroken? Then all tactics were fair game.

As he dropped the probe, Levi observed Fang pursuing Blake with burning intensity.

'How?! How do the Bishop's thugs pack such insane power at Tier 4?! Unnatural growth? Lab experiments? Freakish talent? This defies logic.'

Levi's brain spun furiously to unravel the madness unfolding... sure, his younger brother and crew weren't top dogs at Warden rank, but they'd nailed three flawless evolutions straight!

Combined with their elite talents, that should've crushed most Nightcrawlers here... but even swarming Fang solo, he emerged unscathed and vaporized Nadal and Michael in seconds flat!

Power like that rivaled the beasts from the Joker Game... and the Bishop casually deployed two hidden geniuses with zero public intel?

Absurd.

'You could be right,' Ash'Kral replied steadily. 'Orry'Xel's spiritual aura mirroring the Hound's points to certain theories.'

'Does it violate game rules?'

Levi drummed his fingers fast against his elbow, hating the dire prospects for his team... Jasmine, Jojo, and the other Daywalkers wore their panic openly as Blake fled solo from Orry'Xel.

Arthur, Shia, Nurah, Rakai, and Tyrese had pulled back to the rope's distant edge, exploiting Blake's plight... he was their speed king, living up to it so far.

Alas, he zigzagged the wrong way... atop the twirling rope, choices boiled down to two directions.

'If so, Gamemaster Envy would've spotted it and acted... unless,'

Ash'Kral halted briefly, eyes locked on Orry'Xel bounding quadrupedally along the rope, matching Blake's every dodge.

'Unless they're mere throwaway clones...'

'Clones?' Levi scowled. 'But clones got banned for fair matchmaking, right?'

Levi knew the clone drill from old reads... weak duplicates of elites once aided kids or served as rentals in low-tier matches.

That practice ended quick... both platforms outlawed clones with harsh penalties. Assuming they dodged auto-detection, of course.

'Regular clones, sure... not these,' Ash'Kral explained. 'The Bishop duplicated elite underlings, implanting Shadowlife Seed replicas to forge real Falseborns... giving them distinct souls and Seeds, so the system sees them as legit players, not fakes.'

Levi fell quiet briefly... he grasped that the system scanned Soul Signatures, not flesh.

Each Rifter's registry held a one-of-a-kind, unbreakable Soul Imprint tied to the System's heart... a cosmic badge no copy could fake.

'Clones got flagged before because masters fused soul wisps to puppet them,' Levi furrowed his brow. 'So how do these slip through? You saying they operate independently, no owner strings attached?'

Levi couldn't accept this reality... He knew clones by themselves posed little threat. Sure, they might mimic the original's abilities, but they could barely tap into even a tenth of their real power.

Those hard-earned experiences, rigorous training, and sharp instincts weren't mere decorations... they formed the core strength of every warrior across the stars. Lacking them turned it into a child fumbling with a nuclear trigger locked in glass.

'That's why they're called Disposable Clones,' Ash'Kral stated gravely. 'The Bishop must have transferred the memories of his thugs into the clones' heads... This lets them dodge system scans while gaining the expertise to unleash their powers at peak capacity for their level.'

'Yet, this method typically causes the clone to crumble in under two hours... It demands wiping out the clone's innate identity and recollections. As the implanted memories dominate, both the brain and Shadowlife Seed plunge into turmoil,' Ash'Kral pressed on, ignoring Levi's stunned look. 'The brain buckles under the abrupt flood of data, far beyond its blank starting capacity. At the same time, the Shadowlife Seed senses the host's mental breakdown and crumbling self, powerless to intervene.'

After absorbing the details, Levi stared wordlessly at Fang, who continued his hunter's pursuit of Blake along the rope.

It hit him instantly: the Bishop had poured immense resources into this scheme just to torment him... Crafting these Falseborn clones meant forfeiting two Shadowlife Seeds to inflict pain on him.

Even as a Tier 8 powerhouse, his Shadowlife Tree couldn't churn out seeds endlessly... Legend held that a Tier 8 Shadowlife Tree yielded just one seed every ten years. Thus, the Bishop had thrown away twenty years for this showdown.

'Does he suspect the Celestial identity…? Impossible. If he did, he'd never gamble by cornering me and risking my exposure before everyone.'

Levi's mouth tightened into a grim, icy slit.

'He's too selfish to spill a secret that big… So this isn't about unmasking me. He's pulling out all stops to punish me for wrecking his schemes.'

Yet he dismissed the thought with a faint head shake.

'No… The Bishop wouldn't waste such resources merely to end me. His thugs targeting my brother and allies to shatter me shows he craves my hatred. He seeks to ignite my fury, drive me to desperation, and make me act rashly.'

A brief exhale escaped his mouth.

'He's maneuvering to provoke an error… goading me into a blunder that lets him capture me alive.'

Levi recalled the Bishop's awareness of his weapon-switching trick... Regardless, he sensed the Bishop was closing in on his trail this time, and it felt deadly serious.

"The lightning boy's fortune has dried up! Orry'Xel bears down, teetering at the Toxic Kingdom's brink! A single misstep spells doom!"

Gamemaster Envy's dire announcement yanked Levi from his reverie, eyes locking onto the dire scene playing out.

'Captain! Save me! I can't hold on much longer!'