The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City-Chapter 162: Parallel Computing Violet! (1)

After a while, I realized what mistake I had made.

"Did they misunderstand because of the wording?"

I decided to ask the two of them directly, just in case.

"You two aren’t imagining something perverted, are you?"

The expressions of the man and woman subtly changed at my words.

It seemed these fools were caught in some strange misunderstanding. The way they kept avoiding my gaze confirmed it.

I placed my hands on my hips and glared at these indecent people.

"Uncle, didn’t you say earlier that you needed someone? This lady is an expert in magic and artifacts."

"Oh, so she’s an assistant. Then why call her a slave..."

"Exactly! If the term ’slave’ is weird, just think of her as a graduate student."

At my words, Ennis flinched and let out a small groan, nodding her head, while Yurik sighed briefly.

"I might have used the wrong term, but don’t you two think it’s also your fault for interpreting it in such a perverse way? Anyway, I’m off to guide the lady now! Follow me!"

"...Wait a moment!"

Violet dragged Ennis outside. As soon as Yurik let out a small sigh, Assistant Violet walked out from behind him.

"We’ll need another desk in the office, right?"

"If we’re going to work together, probably. But more importantly, Violet."

Yurik turned toward me.

"Call me Boss! I told Ennis the same thing, so it’d be better to use that title instead of ‘Ms. So-and-So.’ Anyway, what’s up?"

"...Alright, Boss. Earlier, you mentioned ‘slave,’ right?"

The clumsy researcher’s voice turned unusually serious.

"I noticed what she’s wearing on her wrist. If I’m not mistaken, that’s a restraint meant for Awakened individuals. Correct?"

I nodded. Yurik’s gaze shifted toward the window.

Ennis was looking around while being guided by the Violets.

"Now that I think about it, you didn’t just use the term ‘slave’ lightly. I’ll need an explanation."

To address Yurik’s curiosity, I explained everything that had happened.

As he listened, Yurik’s face gradually darkened, and when I finished, his expression became complicated.

"...Unbelievable."

"So, in a sense, ‘slave’ is correct. She’s our prisoner. And unlike you, Uncle, she’ll be treated differently. No salary for her."

Prisoners are only given the basics: food, clothing, and shelter.

After remaining silent for a while, Yurik suddenly spoke up.

"Boss, about that kill list from before. My professor was on it. So, I guess that means other people from the underground lab were on it too, right?"

"Correct! But why? If you’re about to ask me to save your advisor, no."

"Not at all. It’s just... I had this thought. If I hadn’t been...um, recruited to this side and had instead participated there, I’d probably be on that list by now, wouldn’t I?"

"Yep!"

I nodded firmly, and Yurik gave a bitter laugh.

"It’s just, hearing her story made me wonder. If I’d been at that lab, wouldn’t I have ended up like her? Not that I think she’s innocent. She clearly did wrong. It’s just that, as a fellow scholar, I can’t help but feel a little sorry for her."

I felt a mix of shock and a tinge of sympathy in the way Dr. Yurik looked at Ennis through the window.

"Uncle! Don’t look so scared. If she’d been a little more dangerous, I’d have killed her already. Don’t dwell on the past and focus on what’s ahead. You should talk to her later. Discuss what needs to be done, plan the schedule, and coordinate."

Right then, Unit 567 appeared with coffee.

"There you go. You’ve had enough fresh air, right? Drink your coffee!"

Watching Yurik head back to the lab, I suddenly thought of Unit 10.

I wondered if she’d managed to wrap up her conversation with Sister Adela.

"She explained it well. We might get some support!"

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While explaining Violet’s identity and the structure of the Violet camp to the new slave, we were receiving real-time reports from Unit 10, who had flown with Adela on the helicopter yesterday.

To say we "heard" this is an inaccurate way to describe it. Information transmitted via the Violet Network isn’t like verbal or written communication. It’s absorbed instantly.

Therefore, part of our conversations among Violets serves as a kind of reprocessing to fully understand the information.

"Adela was really shocked. Not in a bad way, literally shocked! She kept asking how there could be so many of us."

The Violet, who had been transported with Cascadia’s combat forces yesterday, was now resting in a reserved hotel and chatting.

"Room service in a luxury hotel... I’m jealous!"

"That’s not the point! Focus on the conversation."

Currently, Adela was listening to various stories from Unit 10.

The information she was receiving was nearly identical to what we had revealed to our friends during the recent clarification meeting.

"Oh my, Violet. I had no idea. I can’t believe I was so clueless..."

After hearing the truth about the academy and our circumstances, Adela gave Unit 10 a heartfelt hug.

I buried my face into her chest. The student council president’s embrace was soft and warm!

"It’s okay, Sister Adela! I’ll make sure to teach the academy and the clans a lesson."

Hearing my bold declaration, Adela smiled and patted me like a proud mother praising her child.

After the explanation, we discussed the suspicious activities of the lab, the academy, and the clan.

"Indeed, Laplaxia has always had a bad reputation. Rumors about President Raihan and his group conducting illegal human experiments turned out to be true. But what on earth is Magna Nabis plotting?"

"I don’t know. For now, I plan to capture all the researchers and interrogate them. Then, I’ll distribute the academy-related materials we’ve secured to the press and authorities. You just need to help out a little. No need to fight a war or anything."

"Alright. I’ll do my best to help in any way I can. After all, Violet saved me and my students. I promise on my family’s honor."

Hearing the encouragement of the beautiful woman who might one day become our mentor filled me with energy.

Afterward, the small discussion between Unit 10 and Adela began to wrap up.

"I just received word that the Vision Prism has been completely dismantled by people from our family. There was a bit of friction with the newly arrived federal soldiers, but it’s been resolved."

"Thank you, Sister!"

As Adela watched Unit 10 with a satisfied expression, she suddenly gave her a meaningful look.

"By the way, Violet’s unique ability is a kind of hive mind, isn’t it? You said everyone is Violet, and you can create clones anytime and anywhere."

"That’s right. But why do you ask?"

Adela hesitated for a moment before answering.

Her hesitation reminded me of a model student awkwardly trying to smoke a cigarette while rebelling.

Once she made up her mind, she slowly began to speak.

"Can you create a clone here right now? I’m just curious to see how it’s done. It’s purely for assessing combat potential."

Assessing combat potential—internally, I agreed with Adela’s reasoning. Since she would be an ally against the Four Great Clans, it was important to showcase our abilities.

"That’s easy. Alright, everyone, come out!"

Immediately, over ten Violets appeared in the hotel room. Adela’s face lit up with a wide smile.

"Wow, there are... so many Violets!"

After wrapping up discussions with Adela, the Violets fell into deep contemplation.

"There’s still time before the weapons deal. We haven’t even set the exact date for the operation."

"So, what should we do now?"

The consensus was to train.

"We need to train for combat against people!"

Our future enemies were the Four Great Clans, especially the Magna Nabis Clan, renowned for their magic. Despite our victory at the Lion’s Square battle, we couldn’t afford to be complacent.

"Mages! Magic! That’s the problem. It’s too powerful!"

Indeed, the Four Great Clans weren’t just talk. They were truly strong. The gap between us wasn’t something sheer numbers or firepower could bridge.

Violet pondered. How could a larger but weaker group of warriors defeat a smaller but more skilled team of Awakened fighters?

Conventional firearms worked well enough against powerful Awakened individuals and beasts. The Federation demonstrated this.

The Federation Army spared no expense to equip its soldiers with advanced gear like exoskeletons and railguns whenever the budget allowed.

With tanks and aircraft leading the charge, even skilled hunters of A-grade or EX-grade could be taken down.

Except for the rare exceptions capable of leveling mountains or splitting oceans on their own.

Nevertheless, the easiest way to counter an Awakened individual was with another Awakened. Awakened individuals defied common sense and natural laws.

Mages, too, could be considered a type of Awakened. From this, Violet deduced the following:

"The most effective way to counter magic is with magic."

"Let’s demonstrate the Boundless Magic!"

However, this raised the question of how to overcome skill gaps.

Ordinary Awakened individuals, focused on enhancement abilities, could be managed with techniques, experience, or equipment, but the disparity in magical skill was stark. Think of Lucian being knocked out by the Vanguard or Daphne’s shield being pierced.

"That’s just because those guys were strong enough to break through Unique Abilities."

"Is that so?"

The discussion continued.

"The deal with Armas isn’t far off. Let’s learn magic later."

Violet No. 671 voiced a skeptical opinion. We had made a decent amount of money from dungeon expeditions, and a few hours ago, we received a sum collected by the clans after the Vittorio Dungeon incident.

Considering the firepower of the weapons we planned to purchase with this money, magic seemed less significant.

"Didn’t you see the message from the arms dealer via Director Leslie? They managed to acquire surplus equipment from a Federal Army warehouse."

As Violet No. 671 spoke, she displayed the list of surplus equipment mentioned by Armas in the network. Even though we’d seen it before, it was still daunting.

"Look, they’ve even got cannons! They’re old-fashioned, but if we fire them, we can kill the Vanguard, the chairman, and even demolish buildings!"

The quiet Violets objected.

"What if they bring combustion suppression magic again? Look at someone like Lera carrying a combustion suppression artifact. The clan probably has several similar items."

"There could also be mages using limited high-speed motion nullification fields. And don’t forget interception spells. Skilled mages can intercept incoming rockets. You’ve all seen it."

The image of mages intercepting Violet-guided bombs and rocket barrages with dazzling bursts of light silenced the network.

"Alright, then. We’ll have to focus on magic training. First, let’s look for some equipment."

We agreed to train in magic.

However, another issue arose.

The Violets had barely any magical equipment.

"Let’s inventory everything!"

"This is an automatic rifle, that’s an automatic shotgun, this is... a human leg? And this is a head..."

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"Why do we have a leg and a head? Throw those out!"

"No way! The leg is for pranking the student council president. I’ll just toss the head."

Violet sent the unknown head to Unit 1004’s rocket workshop on a deserted island.

Unit 1004 kicked the head into the ocean.

"Enjoy your meal, fish~"

After finishing the inventory, a few items were laid on the ground: an electric staff captured from a gang, some cheap magical gear, and a few staves scavenged from the Vanguard.

The problem was that all of them were broken.

"If I’d known, I wouldn’t have run them over with a tank."

"But look at this! The tip is still intact."

Unit 678 picked up one of the staves from the ground. The broken staff revealed a round, translucent blue orb at the end.

"Couldn’t we repair and use this?"

"Who would you ask to fix it?"

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

"How about asking Ennis? She seems skilled with artifacts and magical equipment."

"That sounds baseless...but let’s ask her. If it doesn’t work, we can order new ones."

Soon after, we called the slave researcher, who was having a late lunch.

"...This is Vanguard equipment."

"Yep. You can fix it, right? Fix it for us!"

At our request, Ennis looked a bit troubled as she examined the equipment scattered on the ground.

She carefully inspected the various staves on the floor.

"They’re not as damaged as I expected."

"Really? You can actually fix them? I thought you were just a researcher."

"My position in the department involved interpreting and developing artifacts and magical equipment, so I know a bit about handling this stuff. But..."

She added cautiously.

"It might be cheaper to just buy replacements. Are you sure you want me to fix these?"

"Go for it! These are Vanguard’s, so they must be top-notch!"

After some hesitation, she began listing the tools she’d need for the repairs.

Let’s see how good our slave’s skills really are.