Looking at the handsome man before him, Ash felt a chill creeping up his spine. The face was exactly the same as his. Now that he noticed, everything looked identical — height, weight, face.
Everything was exactly similar. Not really — there was one major difference that mattered the most at the moment.
There was a sly grin on his clone's face that made his body tremble in discomfort. He could see it wasn't him who was smiling but the entity behind it.
"I got tricked," Ash realized.
The way everyone ignored him, the way he was lured deep inside here — he was tricked.
His eyes moved sideways as he felt the aura of his clone flaring.
"B-rank."
Ash deduced with whatever his luck could tell, and then used [Inspect].
[Level 34]
Ash compared its stats to what his own could be, considering all his titles, his armor, and short blade. Still, his stats only reached the thirties.
He took a deep breath, realizing how badly he was doomed.
