The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City-Chapter 115: Violet Network!

After the successful test of the Violet-guided bomb, we gained confidence.

The Violets constantly discussed how to further improve the weapon, coming up with ideas.

「We could use incendiary bombs in suicide vests.」

「How would we operate it inside dungeons?」

The discussions continued without rest, with lethal ideas for destruction and war pouring out.

Most of them were either useless ideas or outright impractical.

「Let’s make a catapult! We could launch ourselves far and deploy wingsuits!」

「That’s impossible. Catapults have their limits.」

「Then how about cannons?」

Listening quietly to the impromptu discussions of the Violet Weapons Development Division, No. 67 chimed in with a rebuke.

「Stop saying nonsense. If we had cannons, we’d use them to shoot shells, not ourselves.」

「Ugh! I have no counter for that,」

As soon as No. 67 finished speaking, No. 3 and No. 46 also voiced their objections.

「The guided bomb unit should only be used when necessary. Overusing it would be a mistake.」

「Suicide tactics are powerful, but we should focus on basics. Soon, the V-1 rockets will be completed, and mortars will be secured as well.」

The two Violets’ opinions were reasonable. The Violet-guided bomb wasn’t a universal solution. It could only be used with limited methods, such as airplanes or balloons. Furthermore, artillery units were also being prepared.

「Hmm, now that I think about it, you’re right. We shouldn’t rely too much on wingsuit suicide attacks.」

Thus, the advocates of bombing supremacy were quickly subdued.

Of course, among the countless useless ideas, a few decent ones emerged.

「How about building a tank? Not now, but later!」

「What? What nonsense are you spouting?」

Everyone was baffled by No. 112’s wild imagination, which drifted through the Violet Network.

「No, hear me out. Kalia’s Brotherhood has many on-site welders and vehicle specialists. Later, we can ask them to modify vehicles for us. Or we could learn the skills ourselves.」

「Didn’t we already decide to make armed trucks?」

No. 112 shook her head, conveying her disagreement to us. She didn’t back down and voiced her opinion more assertively.

「Do you think just trucks will be enough? Let’s modify bulldozers or forklifts. They’ve got tracks and great power. We could armor them and mount weapons. What do you think?」 ꞦÀƝó𝐛Ε𝒮

「Bulldozers? That actually sounds plausible.」

「Do you think simple armor would suffice? Let’s engrave defensive magic inscriptions. We can ask Lucian to do it. That guy’s smart, so he’ll be helpful.」

「If we acquire cannons, missiles, or large magical artifact weapons, we could mount those too. I’m in!」

New advanced weapon plans were gradually conceived, recorded, and stored away.

We couldn’t use them right now, but someday, they would resurface to see the light of day.

「Lastly, I have a suggestion: how about moving our workshop?」

The Violets working at the explosives manufacturing workshop brought up the idea.

「While making bombs, I’ve been thinking we should relocate. Watching the shooting practice on the deserted island this time, I felt it might be a good idea to work outside the island.」

「What about electricity?」

「We can use generators.」

「Alright, let’s set a date and scout an island. There are plenty of uninhabited islands, after all. I’ve been looking for a place to bury the drum barrels anyway.」

Everyone quickly agreed on the matter of relocating the workshop.

Now, we had a place where we could test weapons without worrying about prying eyes.

We could even conduct shooting drills outside.

Let’s briefly shift the perspective back to the situation inside the Academy City.

While the Violets were diligently working outside the Rustlum Archipelago, the Violets remaining in the Academy City were also absorbed in their tasks.

「Delivery starting!」

「Is this the right direction? It feels a bit off.」

「We’re going the right way.」

No. 56 and No. 128 were riding motorcycles toward their destination.

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It was a delivery job.

Since the day we first utilized our cloning ability, we’d started a delivery and food courier business.

The scale of the operation had grown beyond expectations.

Of course, taking precautions to avoid detection was a must.

We wrapped ourselves head to toe and recently started using perception-blocking devices.

「This smells good. Can’t we sneak a bite?」

No. 128, who was driving the motorcycle, grumbled.

「No way! If we do, we won’t get paid.」

No. 486 pointed out, and No. 128 retorted.

「It was just a joke. And besides, are you in any position to boss me around? You’re not even working. Get to it!」

「I’m still on standby. Everyone else is busy right now.」

Hearing that, No. 128 seemed embarrassed and fell silent.

No. 486 was one of the standby units.

Currently, the total number of Violet clones created exceeded 500.

However, this number referred to the ‘consciousness of created Violets.’

The number of Violets physically active was roughly half that.

Those without physical bodies roamed within the Violet Network, waiting for their turn.

The reason the number of Violet consciousnesses didn’t match the number of active bodies was simple.

We had been producing dormant bodies daily, leaving just enough mana to maintain surplus capacity.

The bodies in a state of hibernation do not require food intake and can simply be left unattended.

This allows for saving on food expenses and securing additional space, which is why most bodies are currently in hibernation.

In the basement of the building and warehouse where Violet lives, hundreds of hibernating Violet bodies are neatly wrapped in plastic and stacked on shelves.

These bodies are prepared to awaken all at once when needed for a major operation.

Meanwhile, as soon as a newly generated consciousness goes into hibernation, it heads to the Violet Network.

Typically, when one imagines a mental world, they think of an empty void or a dull waiting room, but the Violet Network is different.

If compared to reality, this place is closer to a department store where you can freely enjoy what is given for free.

Inside the network, it acts as a ladder of emotions, a conveyor belt of sensations and pleasures exchanged in real-time, and a highway.

The Violets waiting inside the network observe it and, if they find something they want, they can select it like picking sushi off a rotating belt.

For example, Violet No. 89, currently waiting in the network, can experience the exact taste and warmth of the ramen No. 12 is eating, along with the sensation of the broth clinging to the tongue and the texture of noodles being chewed by teeth.

No. 511 and No. 280 savor the sweetness of the ice cream being eaten by No. 1.

No. 320, watching No. 120 playing a game, takes over by swapping places and gaining control of the body.

If all of this becomes dull and there’s nothing to do, one can simply wait inside the Violet Network.

Since this is a mental space, like in a lucid dream, one can manipulate the internal environment.

Currently, the internal appearance of the Violet Network resembles a modern international airport.

“Let’s change the design a bit. This time, let’s go with a medieval theme!”

Led by Violet No. 195, a group of Violets began redecorating the network’s interior.

Even I had to admit that this background had been in use for far too long.

The sleek appearance of the international airport began to distort and twist little by little.

The colors of the surroundings changed, and the floors and structures repeatedly disappeared and reappeared.

“Pirate fortress, complete!”

Before long, the consciousnesses of the Violets were dressed in pirate costumes and seated in a tavern at a harbor bustling with sailing ships.

Pirate ships adorned with flags bearing Violet’s face moved to and fro in the harbor.

Like players in an RPG game spending time in a plaza, the Violets watched the actions of other versions of themselves while waiting.

“Ugh, this is exhausting.”

One Violet muttered, pointing to a corner of the tavern.

There was a wall-mounted TV that seemed out of place in the medieval-themed tavern.

On the TV screen was Violet No. 5 learning magic from Professor Albert.

-Oh dear, you fool. Try calculating faster. Don’t focus on increasing the power of the magic bullet; get accustomed to how it operates.

-It’s hard…!

-That’s odd. You struggle with such simple calculations, yet when it comes to using it, you succeed without issue. A peculiar one, indeed.

Professor Albert murmured to himself, observing me curiously.

Changing the channel, the screen shifted to Violet No. 230 fiercely exchanging sword strikes with Instructor Frederick.

-Good, that was well done. But how many times are you going to fall for tricks? How many times have I told you not to simply mimic the path of the weapon? You brat.

-Kuh-ack!

-All right. Let’s start over.

“Instructor is truly amazing. How does he know so many different combat techniques?”

“Well, he’s from the first generation, after all. He’s a seasoned veteran.”

In such a manner, we passed the time, waiting until it was our turn to swap bodies with another Violet.

“This is the security team. A friend has arrived. Go on out.”

“Oh, it’s my turn now. I’ll head out!”

Violet No. 215, who had been lounging in a chair, vanished into the body beyond the network in the real world.

After switching consciousness with No. 347, I found myself standing in front of our home in the central district, where a familiar-looking girl was pressing the doorbell.

Golden eyes stared into the camera at the door.

The girl with purple hair looked quite exhausted.

“She finally came to our house.”

Standing before me, holding a bag, was Irene.

“You’ve come! I’m No. 215.”

“Ah, I see. No. 215. Thank you so much for helping me. By the way…”

“I told you already, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about! They’re the bad ones, not you! It’s fine. We have plenty of space at our house. Come on, follow me!”

I grabbed my friend’s bag and headed toward the dormitory building.

Today, while the Violets were testing guided bombs, a new tenant appeared.

The identity of the tenant was Irene.

Having lost her home and been reduced to destitution, Irene had finally moved into our home.