The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City

Chapter 12: The Research Lab – Violet Gets Swept Up in the Situation! (3)

I needed to make that woman lower her guard first.

I put on the most innocent expression I could muster and opened my mouth.

“Uh… What’s that…?”

“Huh? Oh, you don’t need to worry about that. Anyway, Violet will be living with me from now on~”

The ponytailed woman showed me a bundle of yellow envelopes.

“Do you see this? These are Violet’s academy admission certificate and necessary documents. Once we take this to the school, you’ll officially be a student.”

Sure, that’s what she said.

Suddenly, I felt curious about one thing.

“Wow! But, sister, I don’t have any money. Wouldn’t it cost a lot to enroll in an academy? How are the tuition fees handled?”

“Don’t worry~ The lab decided to cover your expenses. They’ve already paid for the first semester…”

The ponytailed woman was grinning as she continued to speak but suddenly stopped and stared at me.

“Violet, but… weren’t you less talkative before? And your necklace… where did it go?”

“Who knows? Why don’t you go ask your mom about it!”

“What..? What are you—?!”

The clone I had prepared behind her tightly grabbed her waist.

She glanced at the clone, then at my face, and finally at my neck in turn, her face turning pale.

Too late.

“Die!”

-Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

I raised the alloy hammer I had sent to the blanket and smashed it into her face.

“Kyyaaaaaaa!!”

I struck her three, no, four more times in rapid succession, venting all my pent-up rage.

“For harassing me!”

“Aargh!!”

I bashed her head once.

“For stealing my fries!”

“Ahhh! My hand! Aaagh!”

When she tried to block with her arms, I smashed her hand.

“For making me call you ‘sister’ despite being an old hag!”

I smacked her mouth once.

“Kyaaaaah!”

Finally, I hit the back of her head one more time.

The ponytailed woman collapsed in a bloody mess.

Good. I wasn’t sure if these were the real admission documents, but I’d take them for now.

I stored the documents in the bag my clone was holding and stepped out through the half-open door.

The whole plan was a mess now.

Screw it.

When had I ever lived with meticulous planning anyway?

From now on, I’d just do whatever I wanted.

As if on cue, someone triggered the alarm, and the loud wailing of a siren filled the corridor.

The diversion on the second floor had succeeded.

Relieved, I retrieved Clone No. 3.

Multitasking was too difficult.

Startled by the screams, re

“Hold on! You…?”

I charged at him with my gun.

“Mister! Let’s be secret friends!”

-Bang!

I shot a bullet into his arm.

“Aaaah!”

I waved the handgun menacingly at him.

“Mister! Are you going to be my friend or not?”

“I will! I will! Just please don’t shoot me again!”

Clutching his bleeding arm, the researcher pleaded desperately.

I turned to Kalia.

“I’m taking him as a hostage. You’re okay with that, right?”

“This fat guy? He’s big enough to make a perfect shield. Those Laplaxia bastards deserve this much.”

Kalia shrugged indifferently.

She swiped a keycard on the security panel at the elevator lobby.

The elevator doors slid open.

“Let’s go! To the second floor!”

“Wait, is it safe to just head down like this? With all the alarms blaring, there’s bound to be armed forces waiting to capture us downstairs.”

“It’s fine! The lower floors are already a mess. You’ll see.”

We boarded the elevator.

Moments later, the doors opened.

-Ratatatat!

-Roar!

-Rawrrr!

“Suppress them! Quickly!”

“There’s a riot on the third floor too!”

“Aaaah! Save me!”

The second floor of the research facility was in utter chaos, overrun by the released beasts.

“Let’s go!”

Kalia and I led the charge as the group spilled out of the elevator.