10 A New Solution

An eyeball instantly appeared in Ardor's vision, above him, and blue rays emitted from it, scanning his body. A progress bar soon appeared above it. Once done, he saw some details displayed on a blue screen that just popped up above it.

[Your Spirit is high enough to split your mind into two thought processes. But one must be in control of the body, while the other can only think in order to avoid conflict. So, you can have a Main Will and a Secondary Will. Both will automatically get access to controlling up to half of your Spirit. 15 LPs are required to create a Secondary Will. Do you confirm its creation?]

Ardor was deep in thought after hearing everything. 'Hmm…' He soon grinned. 'This might really work out!'

"Create it!"

[Confirmed!]

Ardor immediately felt an intense headache assaulting his mind. He was knocked out cold and sent out of his Custom Creation Room. A few hours went by.

"Argh…"

Ardor got up from his desk and stretched out his stiff limbs. He freshened up and noticed it was already afternoon.

"How long did I stay unconscious?" he murmured, then immediately focused on his thoughts.

He looked at the MHS and Saving Jeanne on the paper on his desk and began thinking of both at the same time. His Main Will spoke while his Secondary Will thought.

"So now that this is already working out, I simply have to create a clone in control," he kept muttering.

'Now that the Ultimate Mission is already planned for, it's time I use that clone that'll be created to rescue Jeanne. Now I only need to have enough money.'

Soon, he spoke in amazement, "Wow! It works!"

Meanwhile , his Secondary Will thought, 'It really works!'

Ardor then returned to his Custom Creation Room.

"Time for step two. Create a clone using my body as a template. It must slightly differ from my body. I sacrifice half of my lust and my Secondary Will into it. The clone must be completely loyal to me, be able to use my MHS with suitable restrictions. It should…"

After going through everything he desired, he said the last command.

"Tell me the cost!"

An eyeball instantly appeared in his vision, above him, and blue rays emitted from it, scanning his body. A progress bar soon appeared above it. Once done, he saw some details displayed on a blue screen that just popped up above it.

[1 LP is required to create one Mortal clone the same as you. To add additional things, like your two sacrifices, fixed max loyalty, restricted MHS access and more, you will need to spend a total of 100 LPs. Do you confirm?]

Ardor summoned his lust points to see how much he could invest.

[Lust Points: 236

Logs:

Base LPs: 51

Daily Repeatable Mission with Alse x100: +200

Created Multiple Wills (2) Skill: -15]

After making some calculations and inwardly being thankful of the last command he left Alse with, Ardor responded nervously, "Yes, make it!"

The red screen in front of him flashed, and massive changes began to happen. Chaos from the horizon glided and approached in front of him, forming the shape of a person.

It was all floating, colorful gas, rolling in disorder. After a few moments of no noticeable change, Ardor heard a heartbeat.

The sound seemed to be amplified, and he didn't hesitate to float further away from the scene. Then noticeable changes appeared.

He saw the bones building up, the blood vessels, nerves forming a complicated circuit throughout the body. Organs appeared and, layer by layer, the process evenly ended after forming the skin.

"Wow!"

Ardor stared at his masterpiece and remained astonished for a while. The level of detail left him stupefied.

"The one who gave this MHS to me must definitely be a god!" he truly felt at this moment.

The newly born man had some Asian features, as opposed to Ardor's own western ones. His chiseled abs, ripped body and long weapon like Ardor meant he was a force to reckon with; on the battlefield and in the bed.

Ardor felt massive pain in an instant, as if his mind was split in two, then the pain left as quickly as it came. A small white fog exited from his head, with a smaller pink fog, and went inside the clone's head.

Suddenly, the man's shut eyes opened, and his pupils were pink.

"I am Lance!" he declared.

Coincidentally, the timer expired at this moment, and Ardor was instantly kicked out of his Custom Creation Space. He woke up in his chair, feeling groggy, still in his bedroom. Ahead of him stood the solution he devised for clearing the third condition of his Ultimate Mission.

'If I can't let them know their lover is the same and cannot let them know I've been unfaithful, why don't I multiply myself? Let's have one lover with each body first! I'm a genius!" Ardor grinned foolishly.

"Can you speak? Tell me about your condition."

He stared at the naked youth in front of him. With a charming face, pink eyes, smooth skin, and a visible muscle definition. He was the very definition of a chad; the nightmare of males.

"Ah! Feels so good to be alive!" The man stretched his arms, as if embracing someone or something.

He looked at his main body. "Didn't know seeing my original self in the flesh would be such a wonderful experience. And yes, I'm your second Will. I know everything you already know!"

Ardor smiled with greater confidence. He still asked, "Any unexpected changes?"

Lance tilted his head and replied, "Now that I think about it, I'm feeling full down there for some reason. There's an urge to relieve myself…" He clapped his hands happily at understanding his condition. "It must be your excess lust!"

Ardor thought, 'So, my experiment truly worked… Thank goodness, I don't have to devour him and remake my first clone. But I thought that I'd be able to control him directly with my Secondary Will. Is there something I missed out on?' He thought of his grand plan with ambition.

'Should I remake him?' he thought, and that glance sent shivers down Lance's spine.

'Nah, nevermind. I'll keep that option to the side. Now that my Second Will's personality is a bit different due to excess lust, I can assume the same thing will happen in the future if I sacrifice another emotion. This just got more interesting…'

"Yes, it must be." Ardor nodded. "Welcome to the team!"

"Glad to be here. Now, would you mind sharing some clothes with me, or would you like me to display my assets brazenly like this?" Lance asked with a charming smile, accepting his excess lust.

Ardor immediately got goosebumps and stepped back. 'He's still the same as me, in mind and body, but he's just a more lustful version.' He reminded himself. 'But I have to clarify something!'

"I'll give you some clothes, but remember," his tone became sharp as he added, "You are not gay!"

Lance looked helpless and confused. "But lust doesn't discriminate between genders." He claimed.

"You are NOT lust. You are Lance!"

"But you gave me more lust. Doesn't it mean I should accommodate its qualities?" Lance asked in doubt.

Ardor clarified by shaking his head. "No, you shouldn't. Let out that lust on women. That's best for you."

Lance nodded, since there was no other choice. His nose twitched as he took in a deep breath, and commented, "I sense a very strong female fragrance nearby."

He glanced at Ardor and added, "I'll start my journey of sharing the joy of carnal pleasures with her!" He walked to the door and almost opened it.

"Stop!" Ardor shouted. "My woman's scent is most likely there." He stared him dead in the eye. "You. Do. Not. Touch. Her!"

Lance took a step back from the overprotective fella. "Relax, relax. I get it. No touching your woman. Anything else?" He didn't feel like offending his original, then he answered his own question, "None of your women, or innocent women, right?"

Ardor smiled. 'This is the benefit of having my second mind control my clone. He knows how I think! How convenient…'

"Yes, you got that right. You can use women who are in that service industry, the spoils of war we gain, and our enemies after getting my permission."

Lance thought about it and nodded. He knew they would have many wars and battles, big and small. There would be plenty of women for him to choose from.

As he became happy and wanted to ask the location where women of that service industry were present, he heard Ardor's next words.

"For now, join me in rescuing Jeanne. We can discuss the rest later." Ardor declared, and Lance nodded with a smile. He then discussed a plan with Lance.

A few minutes later, Ardor watched as Lance left the estate in the silent morning.

'I'm relieved they don't have guards who are diligent. It's easy for him to sneak past those sleeping fellows,' he thought as he left for The Silent Goat and returned to nap for a few hours.