3x Cloning System: The Fleshmancer's Undead Army is full of Heroes-Chapter 41: "64 years old, still can’t understand women"

[-30 Life Essence Points]

[-45 Life Essence Points]

[-150 Life Essence Points]

Clayton’s world went dark again, so he was right to suspect that direct contact with Arlene could get people, or at least him hurt.

Yet to his surprise, as he regained his vision, he could see his point of view ascending. In simple words, he was growing a new head, straight out of his neck.

He was horrified to find Arlene covered in blood, flesh, and brain matter that could only belong to him. She was in the splash zone.

"Did you do that on purpose?!" She screamed, horrified, "Are you trying to trick me?!"

"No, Arlene," He said.

[-22 Life Essence Points]

[-36 Life Essence Points]

Before the system could continue spamming him with the status of his descending health, he let go of Arlene, and leaned back on his chair.

[Remaining Life Essence Points = 2,125]

"By the Gods, helping you is expensive. I lost hundreds of points already." He chuckled.

However, he could see that Arlene was not in the mood to laugh. Her face was tense, then it shifted into helplessness as she rushed inside of her home, and splashed her face with water, desperate to clean her face, and get the pieces of flesh out of her hair.

"Perhaps I’ve become too indifferent to blood?" He muttered.

Clayton looked around, and he could see pieces of his own skull, littered across the grass. He started to understand why Arlene was upset, and yet, he could not comprehend how a woman who sliced his head clean off a few minutes ago, was so sensitive to a bit of blood and brain matter.

Even at his old age, women confused him.

Arlene came back out of her house twenty minutes later, her face clean, her dark hair radiant, and damped around the front part. However, the angry look she had on her face made her look like a lump of coal that was about to be ignited.

"Leave," She demanded.

"Okay," He stitched his eyebrows together, confused.

However, he did stand up, and didn’t ask her any further questions. He was curious of her abilities, her Branch of Magic, but he did not want to cause any drama in this village, as he had managed to keep a low profile so far. He didn’t say another word, and started walking away.

To his surprise, he was hit with something heavy afterwards, and got knocked over. He then saw the back-support of a chair landing in the grass, at his right side.

[-22 Life Essence Points]

"Of course," He sighed, and stood up.

As he turned around, he heard Arlene shout, "You don’t care about me! You don’t want to help me, you just want to have fun with the village’s crazy lady! Sick bastard!"

"I’m lucky Rufus isn’t here," He whispered to himself.

Noticing that Arlene was sprinting to get her sword, he was put at a very horrid decision point. He either had to run, and possibly get her in trouble, or he had to end her miserable existence then and there.

Neither of those options appealed to him right now, so he avoided both of them.

"Arlene, calm down," He raised his voice, "You can cut me down all day, but it won’t do you any good. I can grow a thousand heads."

[No, you can grow 14 more heads. Not necessarily at the same time.]

[Either kill her, or run.]

"Shhh..." His jaw tightened.

Arlene rushed towards him, sword in hand, making use of her strong, left arm.

Clayton expected her to try and behead him again, so he ducked. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

To his surprise, she stabbed him in the abdomen, through and through, ignoring his armor as if it was nothing. Her sword got stuck in his ribcage as she tried to pull it out.

"Did you just try to castrate me?" He switched between looking at the sword, and at her, in shock. "I am not a pervert, Arlene!"

Arlene tried to tug on her sword a few more times. Despite her stunning strength, she failed to pull it out, because it was wedged in there tight, as if it was a holy sword wedged between boulders.

Clayton grabbed the handle, and pushed the sword through himself when he noticed that pulling on it was no good. Then, he grabbed the handle with his dominant, right hand. His armor had two, fist-sized holes in it now.

[-46 Life Essence Points]

[Remaining points = 2,057]

"Give me my sword back!" She demanded, and took a few steps back.

"No," He shook his head, "Not until after you calm down."

"I am calm!" She yelled out.

"You aren’t," He insisted, and then added, "I will leave your sword inside of the village’s Inn. You know where it is. I’ll make sure the Inn Keeper gives it back to you tomorrow."

Clayton then backed away slowly. He was now wise enough not to turn his back on Arlene, as he simply didn’t want to get hit with a chair again. Chairs hurt more than he anticipated, even if for a split second.

Arlene didn’t follow him. She just stared at him, her face stern, deadly.

"Where is this girl’s mother?" He whispered, "Someone should’ve checked on her by now for goodness’ sake."

Clayton made it to the village’s Inn, and sighed in frustration as he opened the door. He ignored the horses he highly treasured earlier on.

By comparison, he couldn’t even tell if what he just experienced was worse than a week ago, when he was attacked by over a thousand men. At the very least, he killed them, but he could not say the same thing about Arlene.

Anyway, once he stepped into the building, the boards creaked.

He caught the attention of three people right away, but he did not recognize any of their faces. They were seated in front of the wooden bar, and as they turned, their eyes darted on the bloody sword on his hand, and the blood on his armor.

Clayton was confused why they were looking at him. He ignored them, and immediately looked at his friends.

Rufus was passed out on the floor, and Lara was still asleep on her chair.

Thomas, the merchant, was drinking a beer, close to the strangers.

Clayton walked forward casually, but this was when the three unknown people, two men and a woman, hastily stood up, and started panicking.

"Drop your sword!" The woman yelled out.