He Believed That His Clones Were All People Who Enjoyed Themselves

Cheng Mo stared intently at the data on the screen, his fingers tapping the final Enter key. The lab was silent except for the hum of the computers. Three seconds later, the lights in the room flickered, and the quantum module in the center emitted a pale blue glow. "Success?" He murmured, his Adam's apple bobbing. The quantum module's hatch slowly opened, and a white mist seeped out from the crack. Cheng Mo instinctively took a half-step back, a thin layer of condensation forming on his glasses. He took them off, wiped them with the corner of his shirt, and when he put them back on, a person was already standing in front of the quantum module.