My Auto Cloning System-Chapter 38: Episode – Double Training

Episode 38 – Double Training

The air inside the WN Agency lounge was thick with disinfectant and quiet buzzing from the ceiling lights. A glass panel overlooked a portion of the training yard outside, where artificial grass, trampled by countless boots, shimmered faintly beneath overhead fluorescents. Kim Do-hyun (김도현) sat across from the manager, Han Jin-woo (한진우), both holding canned coffee, its heat long faded, more ceremonial now than comforting. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

For a while, neither of them spoke. The hum of distant equipment, muted grunts from trainees sparring beyond the glass, and the faint clicking of Han Jin-woo’s pen all filled the silence between breaths.

"So..." Do-hyun finally broke the quiet, his voice low, almost like he was still thinking it through as he spoke. "What did you think of the hunt?"

Han Jin-woo blinked, as if the question had pulled him away from a distant place. Then, leaning slightly forward, he gave a slow nod, voice carrying a kind of unfiltered sincerity.

"I was impressed," he said. "Honestly, I’ve never seen anything like that."

Do-hyun exhaled softly, leaning his weight into the back of the chair. His eyes didn’t leave the glass window. His fingers slowly rotated the can in his hands, his thumb tapping against the metallic ridge with a soft, hollow tick.

"Yeah..." he muttered, voice trailing. "I didn’t expect it either."

There was a pause again, but this time, it was filled with something different—introspection. His gaze was distant now, like he wasn’t even seeing the room anymore but something deeper, playing out across the back of his mind.

"Given my reaction time... and dexterity..." he said, quietly. "You’d think I’d be the one racking up the kill count, not standing in place like some idiot."

Han Jin-woo gave a quiet chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "You were coordinating. That clone though... that thing fought like a machine possessed. It went shot down three hundred scaled frogs without pause. And that’s with only half your stats?"

Do-hyun nodded slowly. "Exactly. Fifty percent. All its stats are just a shadow of mine, but it still outperformed me. I couldn’t even get one clean hit. And do you know what’s even funnier?"

Han Jin-woo sipped from his can, waiting.

"When Carvo swung that punch... the one that sent my clone flying back into the crates..."

"Yeah? I thought that looked dramatic as hell."

"That was me," Do-hyun said with a smirk. He finally turned to meet Han Jin-woo’s eyes. "Told it to exaggerate the hit. Told it to sell the moment. I wanted it to go flying."

The manager blinked, confused at first. Then the realization began to surface.

"You mean... the clone wasn’t actually hurt?"

"Maybe a scratch. Nothing serious. Honestly, it could’ve dodged, or even countered if I wanted. But I told it to make it theatrical."

Han Jin-woo leaned back in his seat, lips parted slightly, his thoughts clearly turning over fast in his head.

"You’re telling me," he said slowly, "that even with half your stats, the clone can control its body more efficiently than most fully trained Hunters?"

Do-hyun gave a thumbs up without hesitation, his grin spreading.

"Exactly, you sneaky dog. And I’m gonna use that."

Han Jin-woo couldn’t help but let out a low laugh, one of disbelief and growing admiration. "You’re something else, you know that?"

"I’ve got a plan," Do-hyun said, standing slowly, his fingers still playing with the empty coffee can. The scene around them seemed to freeze, and time within the agency paused—like the world was leaning in to listen.

[Scene Shift – As He Speaks, It Begins]

Do-hyun’s voice remained steady, firm, like he was narrating the unfolding strategy to both the manager and himself. It was the kind of monologue that accompanied a tactical flash-forward in a film—the plan being laid out in words, even as its components already moved into place.

"We’ll need two locations," he said. The camera of his mind began to pull back, showing a map of the training compound. His hand motioned over it as if pointing to specific rooms.

"A training field... for real-time, physical combat. Long and close range."

Images flickered—one clone walking calmly into a high-ceilinged sparring center where the scent of rubber mats and dried sweat clung to every wall. The air trembled with past echoes of impact. Mirrors lined the far end, reflecting both anticipation and uncertainty.

The clone stepped inside. His features were identical to Do-hyun’s—sharp jaw, unruly hair slightly parted by movement, neutral expression. But there was a strange focus in his eyes. Something refined. Not robotic, but calculated. Present.

In the center of the training mat stood the buff guy—a martial instructor who looked more like a small tank with legs. Muscles rippled under his tight compression shirt, and he held a long black staff in both hands like it was an extension of his body. He turned, narrowed his eyes, and raised an eyebrow.

"You want to spar already?" he asked, incredulous.

The clone only nodded, stepping forward with quiet resolve. His footfalls were soundless on the padded floor.

[Scene Shift – Second Location]

"One clone will train at the sparring ground. The other... will hit the shooting range," Do-hyun’s voice echoed.

A metal door slid open with a slow hiss, revealing a long corridor with partitioned lanes. The shooting range smelled faintly of gunpowder and oil. At the far end, thick armored glass, worn paper targets, and the hum of ventilation.

Clone Number Two entered, silent but alert. Eyes scanned the space, calculated the structure, distance, airflow. An instructor with sleeves rolled up and a semi-automatic slung over his shoulder turned and gave the new arrival a surprised look.

"You want to start with pistols?" he asked, scoffing faintly. "You haven’t even done basic alignment drills."

The clone stared blankly, but his body language didn’t shift. He moved toward the nearest stall without speaking.

Both trainers in separate parts of the facility were feeling the same thing—some strange unspoken pressure. The kind that only came when a trainee didn’t just want to learn... but wanted to master.

[Overlay – Do-hyun’s voice continues as a soft monologue]

"I’m going to push them both through the ringer," he said, watching the scenes in his mind unfold like chess pieces slotting into place.

"Clone One—close combat. He’ll take hits, adapt, learn spacing and angles. I want him to feel out every joint lock, every pivot and sweep. He’ll learn to dance with the staff and respond like it’s second nature."

The image shows the buff instructor twirling his weapon with a practiced spin, then lunging with a thrust. The clone slips sideways, barely missing contact. His shoulders turn, not stiffly, but with rhythm—absorbing, calculating. A foot pivots. A hand moves to feint. The staff swipes again.

"And Clone Two," Do-hyun went on, his eyes narrowing in thought, "he’ll train under pressure. He’ll learn bullet recoil, hand positioning, trigger tension. Every small shift in breath will change the bullet’s course. I want him to measure the rhythm between heartbeats before he pulls the trigger."

The scene flashed—Clone Two lifting a pistol. His eyes honed in on the target. He exhaled slowly. His index finger shifted the weight of the trigger, and the sound of the shot echoed, clear and clean.

[Both Clones – Internal Reaction]

Inside both their minds, that same thought echoed: What’s with this guy?

He doesn’t want to learn slow. He doesn’t want the safety route. He wants the hard path—the painful, bloody, real path. Not as punishment, but as preparation.

And they could feel it... because they were him.

Each action they took, every breath they drew, came not from guesswork or hesitation but from precise instruction from their source. They didn’t need to ask why. They only had to move.

And Kim Do-hyun (김도현), the real one, still stood silently inside that lounge, finishing his can of coffee as his plan unfolded beyond the walls.

He watched the map in his head, each move in sync.

Both clones training.

Both pushing through limits.

A strategy born from revelation.

A system born from evolution.

And he, in the center of it all, orchestrating.

[Episode Ends Here]

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(Author’s Note:

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