Assigned a Useless Class? Every One of My Clones Is Completely Broken

Ye Zhichuan was in a car accident from the start, leaving him paralyzed in both legs and stuck with a wheelchair. Then, unexpectedly, he transmigrated with a whole bunch of troublemaking avatars in patient gowns inside his head. This was a world where games had descended and everyone could change classes. Ye Zhichuan tested as a once-in-a-century S-rank in growth potential, but his class turned out to be Mimic, a bottom-tier job mocked by the entire internet. He could copy other people’s skills, but it left his target in a state of absolute weakness for twenty-four hours, and he could only use each skill once. The outside world laughed at him as a high-scoring, low-ability cripple and a leech, but no one knew that every night at midnight he gained another S-rank avatar with its own high-tier class! Berserkers, Storm Knights, Shadow Assassins, Arcane Engineers… He had them all. His number of avatars grew by the day. Every one of them wore a bizarre meme mask and a blue-and-white striped patient gown. Best of all, these eccentric talents were impeccably polite and each had a unique skill. Sometimes they were meme-masked bandits who played dirty, snatching wild monsters, bosses, and resources with goofy grins on their faces, leaving nothing behind wherever they went. Sometimes they were absurd-looking saviors. When abyssal monsters threatened to destroy the world, a patient in a wheelchair would lead a vast army in a sudden, overwhelming arrival, violently clearing the battlefield. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating major guilds in different meme masks and causing chaos from within, keeping their enemies constantly off balance.