Zero’s Reign: Reincarnated with a Gacha Clone System

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Inside the Mind Hall, the endless white void was calmer than usual. Sebas stood in the center, his sharp butler's attire crisp and pristine. In his hands—A large map of Kaldarion Kingdom.

As he carefully unrolled it, One materialized beside him. The unnamed clone raised an eyebrow. "Hey, what are you up to?" Sebas glanced at him, his ever-calm demeanor unwavering. "Ah, young master One. I was merely bringing something of value to our discussions."

One peered at the map, his eyes widening slightly. "Oh, a full map of Kaldarion Kingdom?"

Sebas nodded. "Indeed."

One's fingers traced over the detailed landscapes and city names. Pinecrest City was barely a dot on the grand map. He chuckled. "Wow… this place really is more of an empire than a kingdom."

Sebas smirked slightly. "It truly is vast. The kingdom itself is about the size of America from our past life."

One searched for Pinecrest again, shaking his head. "And yet, look how tiny Pinecrest is."

Sebas let out a low chuckle. "Well, Pinecrest is just a single city under Duke Alastair Brenford's vast territory. Compared to his lands, we're merely an afterthought."

One folded his arms. "Alright, so where are you planning to infiltrate?"

Sebas' expression turned playful as he carefully rolled the map back up. "I do have a list. But I shall wait for young master Erwin before making the final decision."

One smirked. "Fine, fine. Keep your secrets. I'll act surprised later."

Then, suddenly, a thought struck him. "Hey, Sebas… do you think we can make duplicates of real-world objects in the Mind Hall?"

Sebas tilted his head, intrigued. "That is an interesting thought."

One snapped his fingers. "I mean, think about it. Soma entered the Mind Hall for the first time while he was naked because he was in the bath. That means our physical state transfers over. What if it works the same for objects?"

Sebas' eyes gleamed with understanding. "If that is the case, then we may be able to store knowledge, books, and maps here permanently."

One grinned. "Imagine bringing in weapons, blueprints, hell— even people."

Sebas gave a knowing smile. "Then it seems, young master, that we have only just scratched the surface of the Mind Hall's potential."

…

A sleek black car moved smoothly through the wide, clean streets of Pinecrest.

Inside—

Duke Alastair Brenford leaned back in his luxurious seat, arms crossed as he watched the world pass by through the window.

He barely acknowledged the people outside, the merchants, the workers—

To him, they were just sheep. Oblivious. Small-minded. As if their tiny lives mattered in the grand scheme of things.

He sighed, then opened the folder his butler had prepared. His sharp gray eyes scanned the reports. A small smirk tugged at his lips. 'Everything was going according to plan.'

His faction, the New Nobles, had been steadily rising, positioning themselves as the future of Kaldarion.

And yet—

The King and his loyalists still clung to their outdated ways. The Old Nobles were the ones who inherited their titles from the Age of Heroes, back when the Demon King was slain. His own house—House Brenford—was a new bloodline, one that rose from the ashes of the fallen. Even now, centuries later, the divide still remained.

He clenched his jaw. "Fucking idiot king." His voice was a low growl. "Still acting like he's the divine ruler when he's nothing but a pawn for the Magic Tower." The Magic Tower, the most powerful arcane institution in the kingdom, had its claws deep in the royal family.

The king still believed in magic over technology. In tradition over progress. Brenford? He believed in results. He leaned back, closing his eyes briefly. 'At the end of the day, everything I do is for my children's future.' That was his one truth. And if the king stood in his way…

Then the king needed to fall. 

As the car rolled smoothly through the streets, he allowed himself a small nap before his next move.

…

The afternoon light poured into the living quarters of Café Leblanc. At the table, Zero, Soma, Sebas, and the two unnamed clones sat together, eating a freshly prepared meal. The aroma of seasoned meat and warm bread filled the air, but the conversation was far from casual.

Zero, cutting into his food, glanced at Sebas. "Hey, do you want to absorb another card?"

Sebas, calmly sipping his tea, shook his head. "No, young master. I do not believe I need it."

Soma raised an eyebrow. "Really? Not even one?"

Sebas set down his cup, his expression as composed as ever. "With the power from my current card alone, I do not believe I require assistance."

Soma, mid-bite, nearly choked. "Wait, you're telling me you're already that strong?"

Sebas simply nodded. "Indeed. If you wished it, I could take down Duke Brenford right now."

Soma coughed, grabbing his drink. "Holy shit. You're saying you could kill one of the most powerful nobles in the kingdom—just like that?"

Sebas smiled slightly. "Yes. And quite efficiently, might I add."

Zero leaned back, rubbing his chin. "That's… crazy. So you're saying character cards have layers?"

Sebas nodded. "Indeed. I can feel it within myself. The card's energy isn't static—it is evolving."

"Evolving?" Zero narrowed his eyes.

"Yes. I sense that my power is not at its peak. I suspect my racial abilities as an Archdemon have merged with the Dragonoid aspects of Sebas' card."

Soma leaned forward, intrigued. "So does that mean… you can turn into a dragon?"

Sebas tilted his head thoughtfully. "Not yet. But I believe that, given time, I may unlock what one could call an 'ultimate form.'"

Zero smirked, resting his chin on his palm. "So even character cards have transformations? That's good to know."

Soma grinned. "That is so damn cool."

With that, they returned to their meal, but a new thought lingered in Zero's mind.

'Exactly how far can I push this Gacha system?'

After they finished eating, Zero turned his attention to the two clones—One and Two. Both of them had been quietly observing the conversation, waiting for their turn.

Zero called on One first. "Alright, your turn. Want to absorb V or Gojo?"

One looked at the two cards carefully, his fingers hovering over them. Then—he shook his head. "I think I'll hold off for now."

Zero raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why?"

One crossed his arms, thinking. "I'm still curious about our demon magic. Since you're mostly chilling, I want to keep exploring what our race can actually do."

Zero shrugged. "Fair enough. Do what you gotta do."

Then—he turned to Two. "What about you?"

Without hesitation, Two pointed at Gojo Wakana's card. "I'll take Gojo."

Zero smirked. "Why not V? He's more combat-focused."

Two grinned, his eyes gleaming. "I have some business ideas. Like Sebas said, I think I can use this to start something big in the fashion industry."

Soma blinked, then let out a low whistle. "Starting a fashion brand, huh? Damn, that's kinda genius."

Zero, impressed, handed over the Gojo Wakana card. "Alright, all yours."

Two took a deep breath, then pressed the card to his forehead. The moment it merged into him, his body shimmered—His clothes shifted, his aura softened, and when the light faded, his appearance had completely transformed. His hair turned shorter and neatly styled, his eyes gentler, and his demeanor calmer—Everything about him radiated creativity and artistic energy.

Soma clapped. "Well, well, we officially have a fashion designer in the house."

Gojo adjusted his sleeves, examining his hands. "This… is interesting. I can feel a deep understanding of fabric, stitching, and design."

Sebas nodded approvingly. "Young master Gojo, with this knowledge, you may indeed become a successful figure in Kaldarion's fashion world."

Zero smirked."Looks like we're adding 'trendsetting' to our list of schemes."

…

The Mind Hall had changed. It was no longer just an empty white void. With every session of mental training, Zero felt his control growing stronger. Now, instead of a featureless abyss, they had carved out a space—A structured, organized room measuring 12 meters by 12 meters.

'Not big enough to be a fortress, but enough to start something great.'

In the center stood a large meeting table—its surface dominated by a map of Kaldarion Kingdom.

Surrounding it, shelves lined the walls, filled with important books, copies of documents, and notes that each clone had decided to store here.

The Mind Hall had become more than just a mental space—

It was now a library, a command center, a workshop. And, with time, it would only grow further.

Each clone had taken a section for themselves.

Erwin stood near a large shelf, filled with cases, documents, and reports. 

Zero raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at him. "Why the hell did you put your cases in here?"

Erwin, flipping through a file, barely looked up. "Because now, I can analyze cases no matter where I am."

He gestured around. "It's more efficient. Instead of carrying around stacks of papers, I can just come here, sort them, and work at my own pace."

Zero shrugged. "Alright, whatever suits you."

Erwin smirked. "You'll thank me when this place turns into an intelligence hub."

Zero chuckled. "We'll see."

On the other side of the room, Soma had set up his own corner. Shelves filled with recipe books, handwritten notes, and experimental ideas lined his space. He ran his fingers along the bindings of the books, his mind already planning future dishes. "With this, I can store every recipe I come up with. No need for messy notebooks."

Zero smirked. "As long as you don't start writing a cookbook called 'Demon's Guide to Fine Dining.'"

Soma laughed. "You joke, but I might actually do that."

In one of the corners, Gojo was diligently working. Fabrics, mannequins, and sewing kits appeared out of nowhere as he practiced designing clothes.

Soma wandered over, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you practicing in here?"

Gojo, not looking up, continued stitching a piece of clothing. "It's cost-effective."

Soma folded his arms. "You know we can't take things out of the Mind Hall, right?"

Gojo smiled. "That's why it's called 'practice.'"

Soma blinked. Then he smirked, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, I see the vision."

Gojo grinned back. "Good. Because once I figure out the perfect designs here, I'll start making real clothes outside."

As he watched his clones settle into their roles, Zero felt a pull in his mind.

This space—this Mind Hall—It could become so much more. But right now, it was too small. His control only allowed for 12 meters by 12 meters.

'Not enough.'

He looked at Sebas, standing calmly beside him, observing everything. "I need to expand this place."

Sebas nodded. "That would be wise, Master."

Zero exhaled slowly. "Then I need to train harder."

Sebas smiled slightly, his golden eyes gleaming. "Then let us begin, Master."

Zero cracked his knuckles. The Mind Hall was just the beginning. He was going to reshape it into something even greater.