"This ability is called Clone Technique.
It allows the user to create multiple identical copies of themselves.
But the more copies you make, the weaker each one becomes."
Han Feng explained as he watched the three identical Ganyus standing side by side.
Even he couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
Compared to those "three-camera" streamers from his past life, this was on another level entirely.
If Ganyu ever became a livestreamer, she'd instantly put them all out of business.
Not only was she naturally gifted in appearance, but this technique itself was way too powerful!
"Clone Technique? Such an incredible art actually exists?"
Keqing stepped forward, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.
She reached out and gently squeezed one of Ganyu's hands.
"Wow… they all feel the same too!"
She was amazed.
To an outsider, there was absolutely no way to tell which was the real one.
"This is great! With this, I can get three times as much work done!"
The Ganyu in the middle said happily.
"You're right," Keqing's eyes lit up.
"This means you can accomplish so much more!
And if you have clones, you could leave one at work while your real self reads manga.
Two birds with one stone! Perfect!"
For a workaholic like her, this was nothing short of divine revelation.
"Boss Han, can I learn this too?"
Keqing looked at him with hopeful excitement.
"I'm afraid not," Han Feng shook his head.
"The technique is directly imprinted into Ganyu's mind by the system.
It can't be taught or transferred."
After all, the system would never allow such a bug to exist.
Otherwise, once one person learned a powerful ability, everyone could copy it—
and that would ruin the balance.
"I see… so the only way is to earn it by reading manga myself."
Keqing sighed, a little disappointed, but quickly perked up again.
After all, simply having the chance to gain such abilities through manga was already miraculous enough.
There was no need to be greedy.
Just as Ganyu and Keqing were about to leave, a loud, excited voice called out from across the store.
"Boss! They finished reading! Time for rewards—
Wait a sec, why are there three of the same person?!"
Hu Tao came running in with Old Meng and several staff members from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
Even she, who had seen all kinds of strange things, was momentarily shocked.
The others behind her stared wide-eyed as well.
"Three… identical people?!"
"Ah! Sorry!"
Ganyu quickly dismissed her clones and turned back to one self, then shyly explained,
"That was the reward I got—something called the Clone Technique. It lets me make multiple versions of myself."
"What?! That kind of power actually exists?!"
Hu Tao's eyes instantly lit up.
If she had that ability, she could create hundreds—no, thousands—of copies of herself to go door-to-door promoting the Funeral Parlor!
Surely someone would become a customer then!
As expected, Boss Han's rewards were always amazing!
Her employees were bound to get something equally good.
Thinking that, she practically dragged Old Meng and the others to the counter.
"Hehe, Boss Han, rewards! Quickly!"
Seeing her excitement, Han Feng smiled faintly.
Then, the system interface refreshed.
[Customer: Old Meng]
[Manga Completed: Detective Conan]
[Reward: Grim Reaper Physique]
[Grim Reaper Physique: A mysterious trait from the manga's protagonist, Conan.
Wherever you go, death follows.]
"Seriously? He drew that one?"
Han Feng's face twitched slightly.
The other employees' rewards were fine—some tools, some trinkets— but Old Meng's… was on a whole different level.
This was the most powerful ability in all of Conan's universe— and not in a good way.
He couldn't help but think…
Hu Tao was going to love this.
Four beams of colorful light descended from above, landing on Old Meng and the other employees.
Moments later, the light faded.
"Well? What did you all get?"
Hu Tao rushed up eagerly.
But when she saw the others only holding some ordinary-looking items, her expression deflated.
"Aww, nothing special? Well, it's fine! You can always come back.
The more you read, the better your chances!"
She comforted herself quickly.
Then Old Meng cleared his throat, face uneasy.
"Uh… Boss, I think I might've gotten something serious."
"Oh? Really?! What is it?"
Hu Tao's eyes brightened again immediately.
Could it be—?
Was Old Meng the chosen one?
The one destined to save the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?!
"Based on the information in my head, it's something called… the Grim Reaper Physique."
"Grim Reaper… Physique?"
The entire room went silent for a moment.
Even Keqing and Ganyu, who were about to leave, turned back curiously.
Anything with the word "god" or "reaper" in it couldn't possibly be ordinary.
"Yeah… apparently, it's from the main character of the manga.
It means wherever I go… someone dies."
Old Meng's voice cracked as he spoke.
"Boss, can I please not have this ability? It's terrifying!"
He looked like he was about to cry.
It was already bad enough that people avoided him when he went around promoting funeral services.
If word spread that he literally caused people to die just by showing up…
his social life—and his job—would be over!
Keqing: (⊙⊙)
Ganyu: (⊙⊙)
Everyone else: (⊙_⊙)
They all understood now.
So that's what "Grim Reaper Physique" meant!
Wherever he went, death followed?!
That was horrifying!
They couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the poor man.
Talk about bad luck…
"Uh… well…"
Even Hu Tao scratched her head awkwardly.
She hadn't expected this kind of reward.
Though technically, it could bring the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor lots of business… the reputation fallout would be catastrophic.
No one would even dare to talk to Old Meng again.
After a long pause, she looked helplessly toward Han Feng.
"Boss Han, can't he give this one back?"
"Yeah, yeah! Please take it back!" Old Meng pleaded quickly.
"Sorry," Han Feng said, shaking his head.
"Once a reward is granted, it can't be revoked.
But if you earn a good-luck-type reward in the future, it might balance things out."
"Ah… I see."
Old Meng sighed heavily.
At least there was some hope.
"Boss, for the sake of the Funeral Parlor, I've truly sacrificed myself this time.
If I end up cursed forever, you'd better take responsibility!"
He looked pitifully at Hu Tao.
"Don't worry!" Hu Tao said with a bright grin.
"When we get back, I'll personally craft you a special coffin— the finest materials, top-quality craftsmanship— I guarantee you'll rest in style!"
Old Meng: "…"
That's not what I meant!!!
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