A tremor swept through Silas's frame.
His body began to split, from 2 to 4 to 8.
In the blink of an eye, Silas had already produced 300 copies of himself.
Levi looked at the copies.
"What do you plan on doing with this?" he asked. "I hope you know that just a few clones are not enough to build the weapon alone."
Although he was shocked about how Silas was able to clone himself at such a low tier, he still decided to focus more on their usefulness.
"I know, that's not my plan," Silas replied.
"The plan is simple, instead of wasting one month learning the blueprint, the students should start building directly while the clones supervise and tell them what to do."
"That's possible," Levi muttered, stroking his chin slowly.
Then, he noticed another problem.
His gaze drifted through the clones, finally landing on Silas.
"But you seem to have gotten weaker by cloning yourself," he said. "I hope this would not affect your foundation?"
Silas shook his head.
