My Alter Ego’s Path to Greatness

A private training facility, built exclusively for me.

Creak— Creak—

An ominous metallic groan, louder than usual, echoed through the room, accompanied by a wave of heat.

Thud— Thump!

“Huu, haa—!”

Another set completed. I looked down at my steaming body, drenched in sweat, and let out a soft gasp of admiration.

“This is amazing. It’s just a fraction of the total amount, and yet…”

I frowned slightly, looking at the exercise equipment I had just been using.

I hadn’t fully mastered my strength control yet, as the handles were slightly bent and twisted.

Ordinary exercise equipment wasn’t suitable for a superhuman like me.

Of course, they were sturdy by normal standards… but that was relative.

‘I should just replace everything with Howard’s custom-made equipment. He’s been practicing with the new materials I sent him, so it’s the perfect opportunity.’

This sudden growth spurt was a result of the 『Unique Skill Enhancement (1,300,000)』 I had purchased right before sending Hugo to Ganghwange.

I hadn’t initially planned to send him there.

He was very useful with his “Jack-of-All-Trades” skill, handling various chores, and I had been planning to create a new avatar for the new dimension.

‘If only the avatar count had increased with the 1.3 million and 1.4 million enhancements…’

But those attempts had failed, and I had gained two unexpected abilities as a consolation prize, forcing me to send Hugo to Ganghwange.

The first was the derivative ability of “Individual Projection” that was currently strengthening my body.

Unlike “Individual Projection”, which completely superimposed an avatar’s information onto his main body, this new ability allowed him to borrow a portion of their power. It didn’t have a clear cooldown, so he could maintain it all day as long as he didn’t overexert himself.

‘It’s like a permanent enhancement passive skill. And the best part is… it’s not limited to a single avatar like “Individual Projection”.’

It was a cheat-like ability, but the total amount of power he could borrow was still far less than with “Individual Projection”.

‘But abilities can always be improved. With further enhancements and increased proficiency, maybe…’

Maybe…

He could become a monstrous hybrid, wielding Hans’s dark magic, Heinrich’s holy power, Harley’s physical abilities, blood magic, and even spirit summoning, all at the same time. R̃άŊỔβĚṠ

Of course, it would take a long time.

‘And the other ability is also quite useful.’

The problem was his Karma balance, which had dwindled much faster than he expected.

He had about 2 million points left after creating Horus, the Gold Dragon hatchling.

It had increased after the Zepia Republic incident, and thanks to the various Karma pipelines he had established, it had grown to a little over 3 million…

‘And now I’m back to square one.’

The next enhancement cost 1.5 million.

Even with all his Karma pipelines, it would take a while to reach that amount, especially with the constant expense of the ‘Growth Elixir’.

“Well, it’s not like I’ve ever had to worry about Karma before.”

He had accumulated over 10 million points when others struggled to reach even 1 million.

For him, Karma was something that naturally accumulated as he went about his business—.

‘Let’s see… Ganghwange is mostly settled, entering a period of consolidation…’

His attention turned back to Auterica, his main base of operations.

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While he was focused on Ganghwange, time continued to flow in Auterica.

The avatars were diligently training and working, strengthening their foundations.

And among them, there was one who had been unusually aggressive lately.

“Ugh…”

“Gah— I surrender! I surrender!”

“Hahaha—! Where’s your initial bravado? You think this is enough to prove yourself? Come on, the rest of you! Don’t be shy! Hahaha!”

Dozens of people were groaning on the ground, and a giant of a man stood in their midst, gripping the head of a man who was desperately crying for mercy, a triumphant grin on his face.

Those who had been surrounding them, their weapons drawn, couldn’t help but gulp nervously.

It couldn’t be helped.

The ones sprawled out on the ground like drunken beggars were the village’s elite warriors, and the one being held by the giant was their chieftain, the strongest warrior in the region.

“Hmm? Is that all? Don’t be shy! This is the most fun I’ve had so far! Let’s see if the Robot Tribe is worthy of calling themselves the strongest in Calcos!”

“It’s Lebat, Harley.”

“Hmm? Robot sounds stronger. Anyway, is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?”

Misty, who had been observing from a distance, cautiously corrected his pronunciation, but Harley, already caught up in the excitement, ignored her.

The overwhelming aura of the arrogant barbarian warrior made the surrounding people instinctively step back.

“Hmm, Harley? Isn’t that enough? It seems like everyone has already acknowledged you.”

Misty couldn’t help but smile wryly and step forward.

This commotion had started when the chieftain and warriors of the Lebat Tribe challenged Harley, accompanied by Misty, to test his qualifications as king.

The Lebat Tribe, located in the southeastern rainforest, had always been a powerful and proud tribe, and they weren’t happy about having to serve a stranger.

But as Harley had said, this wasn’t the first time such a challenge had occurred.

They had probably intended to showcase their strength and discourage him from looking down on them…

“…Hmph! This is boring.”

Thud—

“Ugh!”

The chieftain, who had been held by Harley’s massive hand, collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

He was battered and bruised, but he still managed to look up at Harley with a determined gaze.

A muscular giant, over 2.3 meters tall, his bare chest covered in magnificent tattoos.

And in the center of his shadowed face, his red and green eyes glowed brightly.

An overwhelming, domineering aura emanated from him, as if he was the ruler of all creation.

‘…The new Fighting King… He truly lives up to his reputation.’

The chieftain nodded slightly, inwardly impressed.

Despite his defeat, there was no resentment or anger in his eyes, only awe and respect.

He had challenged Harley out of pride, but now, having experienced the vast difference in their levels, he had accepted his place.

And it wasn’t just the chieftain. The other warriors, groaning on the ground, and those surrounding them, all felt the same way.

To the Southern Warriors, who valued strength above all else,

The sight of him deflecting their aura-infused weapons with his bare hands, subduing them like children without even using a weapon… was the very image of a god of war descended upon the earth.

“…Chieftain Umpherante of the Lebat Tribe pledges allegiance to the new Fighting King.”

“We pledge our loyalty!”

“Loyalty…!”

And so, as the chieftain and warriors, having recovered somewhat, swore their allegiance to Harley, the matter was settled.

“Missy, so that’s the southeast, right? Hmm, so we’re about halfway done?”

“Please, just call me Misty. Come to think of it, you’re right. Wow! Even though we skipped the smaller villages and only visited the chieftains, we’ve already covered half the tribes in such a short time. You’re amazing, Harley!”

“Hahaha—! Well, your shamanistic magic helped a lot. We’re a good match!”

“G-good match…? Oh my~ Harley…”

As Misty’s mind raced with fantasies about how many children they would have, Harley scratched his chin, thinking about their next destination.

‘If it was just about the coronation, we could have just summoned all the chieftains to the central region.’

The problem was that the south was still in a precarious situation after Baltheon’s rebellion.

Not only did they have to deal with the aftermath, but there were still remnants of his forces causing trouble, so it was best for him to personally intervene to expedite the process.

“Alright! Let’s get going! Come on, missy, hop on.”

“Hehe, three is the perfect num… Huh? Y-yes! Harley!”

And so, Harley, with Misty’s help, sped through the south,

Covering all the tribes much faster than anticipated, and finally becoming the true ‘Fighting King’, acknowledged by all of Calcos.

And then,

The scattered power of the south began to converge around him.

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A blond young man in work clothes was busily cleaning the house.

His movements as he dusted, swept, and mopped were precise and efficient, exuding a professional aura.

And as he was immersed in his work,

He suddenly frowned, noticing something.

‘Oh no! A stain! Master will be furious.’

He immediately took action.

He took out a small bottle and a brush from his apron pocket and carefully applied the solution to the stain, scrubbing diligently.

Scrub, scrub, scrub—

“Hehehe, you insolent stain. How dare you defile my domain? You’re no match for me.”

He smiled cruelly, relentlessly attacking the stain—.

And finally, it vanished without a trace.

“Hehehe…”

Just like—him, in the past.

“…”

He suddenly froze, his body stiffening.

Normally, he would have moved on to the next task, but…

His mind was too clouded to think clearly.

After a while,

“Simon~? Are you still cleaning?”

His body stiffened again at the sudden voice of a woman… his Master.

But it was only for a moment. His body, trained through countless sessions, moved instinctively.

“Yes! Master! You called?!”

“Seriously, you’re so slow. What good are you?”

He scrambled to his feet and prostrated himself before her.

But Siana just frowned at him, seemingly dissatisfied,

And then stepped on his back with her sharp heels, her voice soft and sweet.

“Simon, have you been slacking off because I haven’t punished you lately? Or… were you hoping for this?”

“Ugh! N-no, Master! I… I…”

“Hmm~ So that’s how it is. You consider punishment a reward. What a naughty slave. Hehehe.”

His face flushed, his breath ragged.

Simon buried his face in the ground, his body trembling.

He was a broken man, a shadow of his former self, the Crown Prince of the Azerion Empire.

Rumble—

And as they were enjoying themselves,

“…What’s this?”

The Immortal Fortress shook slightly.

It was so subtle that an ordinary person wouldn’t have noticed it, but she, an executive of the Immortal Army, could clearly feel it.

“Is the King… pleased?”

But she couldn’t understand the reason.

Siana, who had been holding the whip tightly, tilted her head slightly.

“Ugh, M-Master…”

“Ah.”

A soft moan escaped from beneath her feet.

‘Well, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing, so it doesn’t matter.’

The King would inform them if something was wrong.

There was nothing she could do by worrying, so Siana decided to focus on the task at hand.

A sadistic smile appeared on her lips,

And the whip cracked through the air again.

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Deep within the Immortal Fortress,

In the Immortal King’s private research lab,

[Khehehe— Finally.]

Hans, shrouded in darkness, chuckled softly.

The Immortal Fortress trembled slightly in response to his emotions, but he didn’t care.

He was in too good of a mood to be bothered by such trivial matters.

[I’ve caught you… you bastard.]

Finally…

The long game of hide-and-seek was coming to an end.

Wooong—

A small metal fragment in his hand vibrated faintly.

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