Silas stood calmly in the centre of his room, although now partially dilapidated, it still covered him from the outside.
"Fragmentation," he muttered, recalling one of the abilities of his skill, Aether Manipulation.
A ripple spread through his body at that moment, and he began to multiply, quickly filling the room with copies of himself.
These were all copies that had everything he had, just weaker.
But for what Silas needed them for, they were more than enough.
"With all of them, I should be able to coordinate the weapon's assembly."
Silas's plan was simple: instead of waiting for the students to learn the assembly method, which would take at least a month, he decided to supervise the students instead.
By doing so, he could increase cooperation between the students, while also erasing the one-month pause.
"Yeah, this is the best possible way," he muttered.
There were currently 300 copies of himself in the room.
The copies flooded back into his body, returning into Silas.
