ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER

One more shot

Doctor Elara lay sprawled on the cold, hard floor, her forehead covered in beads of sweat as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Her chest heaved with each shallow breath and she found herself drained of her mana energy.

Ansel, in his excitement, accepted a new notification on his Virtual system screen without really reading the message.

He was so excited that he clicked the accept option without thinking.

With a pounding heart and labored breaths, Ansel found himself face-to-face with a mirror image of himself, collapsed on the bed.

As the situation began to dawn on him, he stumbled backwards until his back met the cold, hard wall.

A while ago, he was on the bed but now he was on his feet.

How was that even possible?

The sight that greeted Ansel was enough to make his blood run cold. Before him lay a perfect copy of himself, which was enough to send shockwaves down his body.

He struggled to comprehend the inexplicable scene before him.

Ansel read the system message again and