The End of the World: Hundreds of Clones Awaken, I Win by Lying Down

Traveling to the world of high martial arts, I automatically copied a clone every day, and accumulated more than ninety of them all stacked on my body. On the day of talent awakening, a hundred golden lights exploded when the stone was touched. The mentor was paralyzed with fear, and the alien spies ran away. I rubbed my temples: Don't make any noise, wait in line to wake up.