Fortunately, My Clones Can Be Deployed to Myriad Worlds還好分身可以投放萬界

【From the author of ‘My Profession is too Personal’!】

He dies a thousand times a day. And remembers every single one.

Each death is just fuel. Across myriad worlds, his clones are born, they struggle, and they perish—in cultivation sects, on futuristic battlefields, in dying galaxies.

Every scrap of power, every secret art, flows back to his one true body.

He is a god being built from a mountain of his own corpses. An emperor whose throne is paved with the memories of a million shattered lives that were all his.

The path to transcendence is a lonely road, walked by an army of one.

And the gate to the real multiverse is about to open.

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Offical Description:

Three days. That’s how long before the city incinerates you with the rest of the garbage. Literally.

Li Yu is broke, starving, and marked for death. But he possesses one desperate trump card: a system that projects disposable clones into parallel universes.

While his real body rots in the slums, his avatar gets tortured by New York mobsters and sealed in concrete. The reward for this gruesome demise? A magnetic ion sniper rifle dropping straight into his lap.

The cleanup crew is coming. But they're about to bring a broom to a gunfight. Collapse