The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City

“What on earth is this…?”

Phoebe fiddled with the device strapped around her neck, asking in front of the cell.

“It’s a bomb collar!”

In reality, it was just a bluff. It was a device equipped with electric shock and location tracking functions, along with a nasty drug injection system to prevent those awakened researchers from pulling any funny business.

However, despite trying hard to appear brave, I could see her pupils slightly trembling. It was clear she was struggling to hide her fear.

“Alright! Get inside!”

After watching the nano-lab researchers enter the cell, I closed the heavy steel door.

Just like how some of the guys we caught from Magnavis were sent to Helios to turn Irene’s dad into a super robot, these guys would surely be useful someday.

“If we think about it, we’re quite similar to the Foundation.”

A violet’s uncomfortable mutter was immediately met with a waterfall of rebuttals.

“No way! We treat our prisoners democratically! We don’t force them into unpaid hard labor or anything.”

“Is that so?”

Indeed, us Violets provide three meals a day to our captured prisoners, along with a decent amount of entertainment for cultural enrichment.

However, like with Uncle Yurik, we can’t afford to feed and keep them for free forever.

Let’s see, what was it that Phoebe specialized in…

“Nano-chemistry!”

Having been captured decades ago and bound, it was uncertain how good her skills would be or how well she understood current technology.

But it was better than nothing.

Speaking of which, we happened to have some nano-enhancers. It seemed like we could conduct some interesting experiments with those.

“By the way, Uncle Yurik can be a bit naive, huh?”

Suddenly, the conversation shifted to the guest of the Violet Barracks.

“Right! He’s a bit clueless about the ways of the world! Maybe he studies too much in his lab?”

Although Uncle Yurik bore a scientific passion and pure dreams for the advancement of humanity, he had a critical flaw.

Despite being obedient, he easily trusted others.

If anyone shared a sad story, he would quickly soften. This made him an ideal target for con artists.

Moreover, he lacked decisiveness, having been swayed by the evil white-haired ponytail lady.

“He’s weak, you know!”

Perhaps this was merely the inherent weakness of the Non-Awakened.

With the new pretty lady disguised as a woman, it was clear he could easily be led around.

What was needed right now was the unyielding spirit of Free Clone Democracy.

“Yes, we need a strong and righteous leader!”

Indeed. It was essential to have the spirit of Free Clone Democracy to face injustice bravely and stand tall against it for the kind and naive.

However, the world was teeming with potential enemies of Clone Democracy and Free Violets.

Before children and innocent people got hurt, we had to subdue the Foundation quickly.

The Violets gathered in front of a large operations map to select our next target.

With serious expressions, as if choosing the next dish from a buffet menu.

“There are still a few more spots where we’ve planted rats, right?”

“Yeah!”

I had no idea how many saber-wielding guys there were, but it was time to kick off the full-scale disruption operation.

Just then, the Scholarship Officer presented a rather interesting target.

“It’s time for some piracy!”