The Greatness of My Master

"Kyahaha! It's been ages since we've come out of the main body's body!"

The smallest clone, Ryu Winter, burst into mad laughter and growled. The twin-tailed clone shot back.

"You can see and feel everything from inside the main body anyway, right? Why talk like you're breaking some seal?"

"Shut up, Ryu Spring! Clones are supposed to say stuff like that when they come out—it's the rule!"

Ryu Ga-eul let out a slight sigh as she watched her lively clones.

The Living Clone trait she'd acquired at level 30 was undeniably overwhelming in combat, but the problem was their far too distinct sense of self.

If I'd known it'd be like this, I should've picked a mindless combat clone trait.

Instead of direct control, it granted immense physical prowess. She cursed that momentary laziness she'd felt back then.

"Quit yapping, all of you. See that retard standing there like an idiot? Go rip him apart."

"Got it!"

The most energetic one, Ryu Winter, who reacted first, drew the epic-grade item Sharp Root in both hands.

Thanks to Sharp Root's effect, the designated target, Belphegor, fell under an unavoidable status ailment.

Poison...? And it's insanely potent. Without regeneration, my cells would've melted away instantly!

Belphegor, tasting the cheat-like power of remote forced status ailments, felt a massive sense of crisis. If more of these kept coming, regeneration wouldn't keep up.

But the assault didn't end there—the twin-tailed clone activated her epic-grade weapon, Bronze Giant's Masterpiece.

"50x activation."

"Urk...!"

The Bronze Giant was the one propping up Babel. Thus, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it held the power to dominate the internal environment.

The Giant's authority, gravity manipulation, kicked in, multiplying the gravity Belphegor felt by 50 times. It was like his body weight had suddenly ballooned fiftyfold.

Naturally, he couldn't move with the same ferocity as before. The slightest shift in posture would crush his bones.

What kind of broken trait is that?

The Sword Saint's disciple flinched in shock as his master's clones each unleashed item traits.

Normal summons couldn't use items. Otherwise, equipping powerful summons with good gear would let you farm EXP endlessly.

But Ryu Ga-eul's clones had emotions and intellect, so they were judged capable of using items.

"Healing reduction debuff applied, limbs pinned by gravity—now we just finish it off."

"Yeah, yeah... Has our main body gotten old? Back in the day, we could've wrapped it up without her calling us."

"Less 'old' and more 'careless,' probably?"

The bob-cut clone muttered in lament as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she raised the epic item Emperor Maker.

It had a cheat trait that ignored defense for fatal blows. Belphegor, unaware, deployed his barrier—only to feel agonizing pain as a blade pierced his chest, leading to death.

"Ha... What a pain in the ass."

Everyone wants to look cool in front of someone they like. Ryu Ga-eul was no exception.

But Belphegor was a tough matchup for pure swordsmanship and physicals. If she'd kept fighting solo, she'd have lost.

Items all exposed, and fucking traits all revealed too.

High-level players kept their traits hidden. Levels were absolute in player fights, but exceptions always existed. A tricky assassin squad with obscure item-trait combos was even annoying for the Sword Saint.

And now some bitch is gunning for me... Really sours the mood.

But unlike her, Hyunwoo didn't find his instructor pathetic at all.

So this is a high-level player's trait? Insanely strong... Whoa!

He didn't think these were just level 30 or 50 traits. Ryu Ga-eul surely had even stronger ones.

Can I get there too? Matching her exactly is impossible, but I can imitate... Gotta find ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a way to level faster!

If he could figure out a way to level more here and apply it, he could pull off a performance like today's.

"Is that the main body's boyfriend?"

"Why act like it's your first time, Winter? Some kinda concept?"

"I'm newer than you guys, so my sensory link's clunky. First time seeing him."

"Hmm~ So, impressions?"

Ryu Winter casually ruffled Hyunwoo's hair. Their height difference was minimal, making them seem like peers.

"I like him! Our tastes match the main body's, so of course he's a winner!"

"Me too. Main body, you were planning to have us fuck him soon, right?"

The Sword Saint stayed silent. It was true.

"Anyway, we're all one body. We can share sensations if we want."

"More like we're fragments of her emotions."

Strictly speaking, the clones were parts of Ryu Ga-eul—like limbs moving and talking independently. So she didn't see them stealing her disciple.

Just different ways to fuck him.

"One favor. Not now—later."

"Yeah, yeah. We'd love to wet our ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussies too."

Blissfully unaware of the filthy talk about him, Hyunwoo just beamed.

My master's display yesterday was beyond anything I could imitate. I could mimic the movements, at best.

[Your master can pull off those moves because her physical structure far transcends human limits. Her joint flexibility and durability are on another level entirely.]

This explanation helped me grasp just how superhuman she was. That's why she could do physically impossible maneuvers.

[Anyway, how's the focus?]

"Oh, right."

The monster ruling floor 35: Giant King Yotunheim.

Named after the dimension where giants once lived. True to its title, its body stretched over 100 meters, wielding a hammer dozens of meters long in its left hand.

A horrific beast just to look at. If it lifted a foot and slammed down, the shockwave would dwarf a nuke.

No wonder floor 35 is considered impossible.

Players had to sneak past the sleeping Giant King, kill other giants, and grab keys to clear.

But we didn't need to.

[Great Warrior, I shall go.]

The Valkyrie rocketed into the sky at max speed—a jet engine roar echoing. Probably matching jet speeds. Amid the sonic boom, the giant's thick eyelids slowly rose.

And that proved fatal. Staying still would've let the eyelids shield like a barrier.

[Die! Giant!]

The Valkyrie's spear blade plunged into the eye, Solar Blade's effect shredding the relatively fragile cornea effortlessly. Her momentum drove her deep inside—shluck! The Giant King thrashed, raising a hand, then went still.

As expected, clearing this floor's no big deal.

Clearing 35 let you break the level 30 wall, apparently. Thanks to my Solo Player trait, I was already 35. Plus stat-boosting scrolls for enhanced physicals.

Shared with the Valkyrie, the Giant King was easy pickings.

What?! I haven't even picked yet! Though I was gonna choose this...

Uh... What the hell is this?