I don't want to be an elf!

"Same as above," said Clone Number Four.

The situation at the Special Ability Agency has temporarily stalled, and we need to wait for Mori Ōgai's notification.

In that case, let's turn our attention to the Armed Detective Agency.

The other clones all agreed, stating that the sooner they made contact with the Armed Detective Agency, the better.

After all, there are many difficult characters among them, and joining the Armed Detective Agency and gaining their trust is an extremely time-consuming and energy-intensive task.

With that thought in mind, Tokisaki Kurumi no longer hesitated.

The short flintlock musket that could fire the Zephyr appeared in her hand, and a huge Roman clock appeared behind her.

"The Eighth Bullet".

A wisp of black spiritual energy emerged from the Roman numeral eight, drilled into the flintlock pistol, and transformed into an energy bullet.

Kurumi Tokisaki pulled the trigger, and the Eighth Bullet shot into her body, whereupon a new clone from the past appeared before her.

Looking at this clone that looked exactly like her, Tokisaki Kurumi was somewhat disappointed.

The new clone looked at itself, and was somewhat pleased.

"I didn't get selected," Kurumi Tokisaki said regretfully.

"It's only the first draw, it's normal not to get it."

The new clone comforted the original body, but couldn't hide the smile on its lips: "Keep drawing, you have many more chances."

"Smoke what? I don't understand," Clone Number One asked in confusion. "If we're going to create clones, aren't we already?"

"Idiot, the main body needs those few unique clones, not our ordinary clones."

Seeing through the original's thoughts, the second clone explained, "We look exactly like the original, and our temperaments are exactly the same. Once the Armed Detective Agency and the Special Ability Agency know what Kurumi Tokisaki looks like, how could they possibly let us join?"

"Oh! I get it!" Clone Number Three finally realized what the main body was doing. "The main body wants to summon [them]!"

“That’s right,” Kurumi Tokisaki agreed. “I plan to summon those special clones and have them join the Armed Detective Agency and the Special Ability Agency.”

Although Kurumi Tokisaki's appearance is not yet known to the public, given the level of technology in this world, it's only a matter of time.

The clone is Tokisaki Kurumi from the past. She looks exactly the same as the original. She goes undercover in other organizations, and no one with eyes can be fooled.

Therefore, Tokisaki Kurumi needs a special clone.

The five clones in the shadow space all come from the more recent past, look exactly like the original body, and are not capable of infiltrating the Armed Detective Agency and the Special Ability Agency.

She needs some clones from a more distant timeline, clones that are different in appearance and temperament from the current Kurumi Tokisaki.

After harvesting the time of residents in several neighborhoods last night, Tokisaki Kurumi has had enough time to use the Eighth Bullet hundreds of times.

She refused to believe she couldn't draw those special clones.

More eighth bullets were loaded into the short flintlock musket, Kurumi Tokisaki shouted:

"Appear, Kurumi Tokisaki from the distant past!"

Its name is ------

"The Four Heavenly Kings in their clones!"

Chapter Thirty-Six: Special Summoning

"Eighth bullet, ten shots in quick succession!"

Ten No. 8 bullets were fired into Kurumi Tokisaki's head, making her head buzz.

The clock on the golden left eye immediately spun a large circle counterclockwise, instantly consuming a significant amount of the time collected last night.

Kurumi Tokisaki looked expectantly at the new clone that was about to take shape, hoping that she could draw the Four Heavenly Kings clone as soon as possible.

But as the clone fully took shape, Kurumi Tokisaki sighed in disappointment.

Ten more clones, identical to her.

However, unlike the original body, the newly summoned clone looked at its own appearance and clothing, and just like the newly summoned clone number five, it showed a joyful expression.

"Great! I'm not one of the Four Heavenly Kings!"

"Great!"

"It's good to ban it! It's good!"

......

The clones chatted happily, none of them seeming willing to become one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

This is also a matter of course.

Unlike the real Kurumi Tokisaki, when the real Kurumi Tokisaki summons a clone, the clone's consciousness comes from the past.

However, the Tokisaki Kurumi in this world is merely playing the role of Tokisaki Kurumi and doesn't have much of her past consciousness. Therefore, the consciousness of all the clones is a copy of the original's consciousness.

All the original body and its clones share a single consciousness. The advantage is that there is no need to worry about any clone betraying the original body or having thoughts of replacing it. However, the disadvantage is also obvious: everyone likes and dislikes the same things, so no clone is willing to do anything they dislike.

Becoming one of the Four Heavenly Kings is clearly a "bad thing".

After all, the Four Heavenly Kings of clones are Kurumi from the dark history that even the real Kurumi Tokisaki doesn't want to see.

Every time they meet, the real Kurumi Tokisaki and her clones are so embarrassed they want to drop their toes.

It is precisely for this reason that these four clones were given the title of the Four Heavenly Kings, and are legendary figures in the world of clones.

They are:

Lolita 3: She awakened her chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) after obtaining the first spirit crystal, and her debut was her peak, which was the period when her chuunibyou was at its deepest. She was called Lolita 3 because her spirit dress was a pure white classic Lolita.

Bandage 3: Because he suffered a minor injury during a battle, but thought that such a minor injury did not need to be healed with the Fourth Bullet, he wrapped himself in bandages. As a result, he became more and more excited as he wrapped them, and eventually even wrapped them in places where he was not injured.

Kimono 3: This comes from a point when she got tired of Lolita costumes. Having worn all sorts of Lolita-style costumes, she started to experience some aesthetic fatigue, so she switched to a traditional Japanese kimono and felt smug about being a traditional, good woman.

Eyepatch 3: Although she removed the bandages, she became obsessed with eyepatches and abandoned the kimono to return to the old Lolita style, only this time in a dark style.

Honestly, who would want to play Kurumi from those dark periods of history?

The original body was unwilling, but since she was the original body, she didn't need to.

The clones were also unwilling, which is why they were so happy when they discovered they weren't the Four Heavenly Kings.

But if the clone is happy, the original body is not.

"Keep trying! I refuse to believe I can't get it out!"

Ten more rounds of the eighth bullet were loaded into the short flintlock pistol. Tokisaki Kurumi looked displeased and pointed the short flintlock pistol at her head.

But after a moment's hesitation, she finally pointed the flintlock pistol at her chest.

Although she didn't know why Tokisaki Kurumi in the original work liked to blow her own head off so much, the girl's head was still spinning from the ten consecutive blows. If she didn't want to get a concussion, she should probably use Zafkiel somewhere else.

After aiming at her own chest, she pulled the trigger.

"It's just another ordinary clone!"

A new batch of clones appeared, and Kurumi Tokisaki's expression darkened as she continued her ten-pull.

Ten-pulls came one after another, one after another.

The speed at which clones are created is very fast, the speed at which time time is consumed is also very fast, and the speed at which clones are created is also very fast.

A few minutes later, hundreds of clones appeared in the shadow space.

But they are all ordinary clones.

"There's something wrong with your probability calculation!"

Kurumi Tokisaki stared intently at the short flintlock pistol in her hand, rubbing her aching chest: "I've created 140 clones already, how come I haven't created a single special clone?!"

Hundreds of clones, eager to stir up trouble, chimed in with their own opinions.

"That just means you haven't spent enough money on in-game purchases."

"Keep drawing! Keep drawing!"

"The main character's face is really dark; if I keep spending money on it, it'll really kill me."

The noisy atmosphere clearly made Kurumi Tokisaki's already dark face even darker. She gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up! My face isn't dark!"

She felt the little time left; all the time she had spent harvesting last night had been almost completely used up in just a few minutes.

However, if she cannot summon a special clone, her plan to eat three things from one bowl cannot proceed.

Kurumi Tokisaki gritted her teeth and made a tough decision, deciding to use the time that was originally hers to take one last shot.

"Just one shot, I'll take the last one."

Kurumi Tokisaki, her hands trembling, used her own time to create the Eighth Bullet and took a deep breath.

This is truly a case of spending your life on this.

At this moment, even the chattering clones fell silent, holding their breath and watching intently to see if a single-draw miracle would occur.

Just before Kurumi Tokisaki was about to pull the trigger, a clone shouted, "Wait!"

"what!"

"This is the last Eighth Bullet. I think it's too important to let the unlucky main body operate this one."

"Agreed. They've summoned hundreds of clones, but not a single special clone has appeared. Their luck is unbelievable."

"Then who should operate it? We have a total of 138 clones here."

"Rock, paper, scissors, whoever wins in the end is the luckiest."

"Nice."

"Yes, let's do it that way."

"Add 1."

"Same as above."

Soon, ignoring the original body's opinion, the clones reached a consensus.

The 138 clones are paired up and play rock-paper-scissors to determine the winner.

The winner advances to the next round, while the loser stands with the original in the losers' area.