In a room, two young men stood side by side. They shared the same features, as if they had been molded from the same form.
They had silver hair cascading down, red eyes, and enchanting faces that could make any lady blush in delight.
However, their expressions were different—one wore an amazed look, while the other watched as he was scrutinized.
"Stop looking at me as if I'm merchandise," one of them snorted. The other's expression turned a bit complex.
Draco looked at the other version of himself—a clone. He was surprised by how realistic it was, with no visible weaknesses indicating that it was merely a copy. Based on what the Transcendent Cloning Ability described, if someone tried to gauge their strength, they would find no difference between him and the clone.
But what truly caught him off guard was the clone's attitude—it was noticeably different from his own.
It seemed more arrogant, as if it took pride in its appearance.
