Ocean Lord: All My Clones Are Mentally Ill

[Comedy] [Clones] [Lord fiction] [Fun-loving troublemaker] [War] [No female lead]

Lin Xuan, an unlucky guy who just “graduated” from a psychiatric hospital, gets physically sent to the afterlife by a dump truck as soon as he steps outside. When he opens his eyes again, he's standing on a dilapidated island measuring five hundred square meters. Endless thick fog surrounds him, and a cold System notification rings in his ears:

“Welcome. You are the 114,514th batch of provisional lords.”

Even more absurdly, he awakens a unique skill: [Clone]. He gets a new body every day, with no limit to how many he can have, and even if he dies, he can grow another.

But right now, the most pressing issue isn't fighting...

There's not a single grain of rice on the island.

“Yeah, what are we going to eat?”

“Yeah, what are we going to eat?!”

...That's truly the ultimate question that has run through the entire history of human development.

Later, they got cannons and radar.

Life at sea became like this:

Shells tore through the salty sea breeze, columns of water soared into the sky, and golden warships burned beneath the setting sun.

“Move the cannon five centimeters to the left!” That's fine control.

“Sixty against eighty, we've got the advantage!” That's confidence.

As for whether they can actually win... that's another question.

Anyway, someone will repair the barrels when they overheat, someone will make more ammunition when it runs out, and even if the island is blasted into ruins, as long as the lighthouse still stands, people can rise from the ashes.

Other people have to pay to raise their subjects. His clones cost nothing.