[Starskiff Haven]
After Qingque finished arranging the groups, the mission guidance was updated.
Siberian Duck also controlled the character and began moving according to the mission guide.
After letting the Diting remember the scent of several suspects, now all they had to do was follow the Diting. Siberian Duck was very familiar with this kind of pathfinding method.
"I always feel like Qingque's grouping isn't quite right, but it also doesn't seem to have any problems. At least it looks pretty reasonable," Siberian Duck said.
[Dan-heart Eternal: It's probably because you were influenced by Brother Yellow-Piss.]
[Nero Is My Husband: Don't slander me! What do you mean influenced by me? Isn't it because the streamer's nature is already like this?]
Siberian Duck wrinkled her nose but didn't say anything more, continuing to follow the mission and explore Starskiff Haven.
Occasionally she would defeat a few monsters along the way and open a few treasure chests.
Until, in a corner, they ran into a Stellaron.
The fake Stelle looked no different from the real one. The only difference was that there was no highlight in her eyes, and her gaze looked much duller than the real one.
After Stelle and March discovered the "Stelle," the latter also noticed them.
However, March and Stelle didn't rush forward. They kept walking at a normal pace, and that "Stelle" didn't panic and run away after being discovered either. She simply stood there waiting, looking completely at ease.
As she walked toward the fake version of herself, Stelle said to March beside her, "Although we haven't found the missing person yet, running into this thing right now is obviously useful for the investigation too."
March nodded. She glanced at Stelle, then looked at the other "Stelle," and her expression became a little strange. She muttered quietly, "She's more than just identical!"
"As long as we catch her, we'll be one step closer to the truth."
Stelle grinned widely. She didn't look frightened at all. Maybe it was because the training she received while dealing with the Fright Labyrinth had given the Stellaron kid nerves of steel, or maybe Nero's "education" back then had worked.
In short, when she saw a strange person who looked exactly like herself standing there, not only was Stelle not afraid, she even felt a bit excited.
Her mindset wasn't tense at all. If anything, the Stellaron kid was itching to act.
After all, Nero had said there was nothing to be afraid of. Just go up and fight.
Stelle could clearly feel that her bat was itching to move!
Stelle didn't know what the fake on the other side was thinking, but she had already figured out how she would swing her bat after knocking the other one down.
As the distance closed, when she felt the timing was about right, Stelle flipped her wrist and pulled out her beloved bat. She mobilized the muscles and strength throughout her body.
It seemed as if the sound of thunder surrounded the pitch-black bat as Stelle prepared to launch an attack.
However, the action taken by the fake version of herself made Stelle freeze for a moment.
Almost at the same time Stelle took out her bat, the other Stelle also flipped her wrist and pulled out what looked like an identical bat.
At the same time, the way she looked at Stelle and March gained a sharper edge.
Stelle frowned slightly at the fake version of herself and whispered to March, "This is the perfect distance for a surprise attack."
"She made the same judgment and move as me. It really feels like I'm facing myself… Could it be that her way of thinking is the same as mine too?"
When March heard this, her face turned a little pale.
"Doesn't that mean she's exactly the same as you? What if it's really like Huohuo said, and these extra fakes completely replace the original person? That's way too scary."
Stelle clenched her teeth but didn't speak. She didn't know what she should say in a moment like this.
However, when she looked at the fake version of herself again, her gaze became much more serious.
If it really was exactly the same as herself, then this would be troublesome. If their thoughts and techniques were all identical, then wouldn't neither side be able to do anything to the other?
But...
Fortunately, March is here too. The two of us against one. That should work...
The corner of Stelle's eye shifted to March. At this moment, March straightened her expression. Using Six-Phased Ice, she condensed a bow and arrow and prepared to attack as well.
Just then, a bad premonition suddenly rose in Stelle's heart. She felt the veins on her head begin to throb, and her entire scalp tightened in an instant.
"March, fall back!"
Stelle reacted extremely quickly. Ever since she woke up on the space station, she had never been unfamiliar with combat.
She could even be described as quite skilled, as if some kind of combat instinct existed deep within her subconscious.
This vague, hard-to-explain intuition often gave Stelle a very sharp sense for danger.
Even before she shouted the warning, her body had already moved. She grabbed March and leaped backward.
Two frost-condensed arrows flew down from above and landed exactly where the two of them had been standing moments earlier.
Stelle looked up, her expression turning even worse.
Meanwhile, March became excited when she saw the arrows falling from the sky. She was very familiar with that material, so she was certain she hadn't mistaken it.
"It's Six-Phased Ice!" March said excitedly.
If she wanted to search for her past, then this kind of special and rare material was clearly a very good starting point.
March had never felt so close to recovering her former self.
But when she raised her head, that hope shattered instantly.
When she saw the figure appearing in her field of vision, March's pupils shrank suddenly. Her face turned pale, and for a brief moment it felt as if she couldn't breathe.
Ahead of them, beside "Stelle," another figure slowly walked forward.
It was a "March" who looked no different from the real one.
This March was also holding a bow and arrow formed from Six-Phased Ice...
"Looks like the abilities are the same too..." Stelle's strong combat instincts made her naturally begin analyzing both sides' information. "But that one looks a lot more serious than you."
March quickly adjusted her mood and replied unhappily, "Well, it's a fake after all. A fake is a fake. It can't even smile."
As she spoke, the fake March on the opposite side launched another attack.
Stelle and March quickly entered combat mode, dodging the arrows and beginning to attempt counterattacks.
Although they didn't know what the two fakes in front of them were thinking, they definitely wouldn't be able to move forward unless they knocked these two down first.
But when fighting yourself, how do you decide the winner?
While March and Stelle were facing enemies identical to themselves, the other three groups encountered the same situation.
The mechanical creature known as Diting sat silently in place, not making the slightest sound.
Behind a massive cargo container, Mr. Yang pushed up his glasses.
Then he slightly tilted his head and looked down. On an open space below, two figures could be seen, seemingly searching for something.
"They really do look exactly like me!" Bailu blinked twice and exclaimed, then looked at Mr. Yang again. "So what do we do now?"
"Just attack directly," Mr. Yang said.
He believed that if the enemy truly matched them in every way, then the only way to break the situation would be with outside assistance.
If not, then the current situation was already the most advantageous one.
Mr. Yang had sensed someone approaching earlier. Out of caution, he brought Bailu to hide here first, which gave them plenty of time to observe their opponents.
From the current situation, the two below didn't seem particularly clever, and their thinking didn't appear very meticulous. This was perhaps because they had just been created.
After all, he had only boarded the Xianzhou yesterday and had just entered Starskiff Haven not long ago.
If this place truly had something capable of copying humans, then his duplicate must have been created only very recently.
[T/N: Lost my Asheveil to Bailu... 😔]