### **Chapter 93:
Title:The Phoenix's Flame and the Shadows' Call
The chapter begins in the floating dimension, the serene atmosphere shattered by the sound of the sky tearing open. A deafening *RIP* echoes through the air as Headless, standing in the Holy City, uses his bare hands to rip through the fabric of reality. The tear expands, revealing the dark, ominous figure of Headless and his headless horse, their presence casting a shadow over the floating island.
Rajesh, Jayesh, Dinesh, and Sakamoto watch in horror as the sky begins to fracture. Jayesh's voice is filled with disbelief. "What kind of strength does Headless have? And how did he even locate us?"
Rajesh's expression is grim. "This isn't the time to wonder about that. How's Sakamoto's progress?"
Jayesh shakes his head. "Not great. He's struggling."
Rajesh turns to Dinesh, his voice urgent. "We can't let Headless breach this dimension. If he gets in, that thing we've locked up down there..... this isn't good"
Dinesh nods, his face serious. "I understand."
Without another word, Rajesh begins to walk forward, his footsteps echoing with a soft *THUD-THUD*. As he moves, flames begin to erupt from his feet, the fire spreading upward until his entire body is engulfed in a brilliant, golden blaze. The flames are mesmerizing, their warmth revitalizing the dying plants in the floating dimension. The atmosphere shifts, the air growing warmer and more vibrant.
Jayesh chuckles, his voice filled with awe. "I can never forget the beauty of Rajesh in Phoenix Flame mode."
Sakamoto's eyes widen as he watches the spectacle. "It's… beautiful."
Dinesh nods, his tone reverent. "It's powerful when at full strength. But right now, Rajesh isn't even using half of the Phoenix's power."
Sakamoto turns to him, his curiosity piqued. "Why not?"
Dinesh's expression is somber. "If you can master even 50% of the technique we're teaching you, I will personally tell you why."
As they speak, Rajesh bends down, his hands coming together in a fluid motion. The flames around him coil upward, forming a massive, fiery ball. With a deep breath, he mutters, "Rising Star: Burning Phoenix." The ball bursts open, revealing a majestic phoenix made entirely of flames. It soars into the sky with a deafening *WHOOSH*, its fiery wings illuminating the dimension.
The phoenix collides with the tear in the sky, the impact sending a shockwave through the air. Headless, still in the Holy City, is blasted backward, his body crashing into a building with a thunderous *CRASH*. The flames seal the tear, the sky returning to its serene state. But Rajesh collapses to his knees, his breathing heavy and labored. Sweat pours down his face as the flames around him flicker and fade.
Jayesh rushes to his side, his voice filled with concern. "You shouldn't be using the Phoenix Flame in your condition!"
Rajesh waves him off, his voice strained. "Shut up. We don't have time for this." He turns to Sakamoto, his expression serious. "The seal won't hold for long. Headless has already opened the dimension once. If he tries again, it'll be easier for him. You need to complete your training as fast as possible."
Sakamoto nods, his determination hardening. He turns to Dinesh. "Tell me everything about the Shadow Clone Technique. I'll find a way to make it work."
Dinesh steps forward, his voice calm but firm. "First, you need to merge with your shadow. Look at the ground. Can you see it?"
Sakamoto glances down, his shadow stretching out beneath him. "Yes."
"Good," Dinesh continues. "The goal is to control it. If you move and your shadow doesn't, or if you can move your shadow without moving your body, that's step one. The only person to fully master this technique was the founder of the Lockwood Family, El Pedro the Fourth. He could access two shadows of himself at once. But according to history, there's no limit to how many shadow clones one can create. Six, seven, even ten—it all depends on how much Shen you can spare."
Sakamoto raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Dinesh explains, "The technique divides your Shen among your shadows. If you have 100% Shen, one shadow takes 50%, leaving you with 50%. Two shadows take 25% each, leaving you with 50%. Three shadows take about 25% each, leaving you with 25%. You need to be careful not to overextend yourself."
Sakamoto smirks. "Luckily, I think I've got enough Shen to cover it." He sits down, closing his eyes as he begins to focus on connecting with his shadow.
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Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, Rokky stands before a massive, grotesque figure—a fat man seated in a chair, his body connected to a network of wires and computers. The man, known as Charles the Fat, exhales a cloud of smoke from his cigarette, his eyes glinting with malice.
Rokky's voice is cold as he speaks. "I hate when people try to rip me off. You've only paid me half."
Charles signals to someone in the shadows, and a bag is tossed at Rokky's feet. Rokky kneels down, unzipping it to reveal stacks of cash. He zips it back up, slinging it over his shoulder. As he turns to leave upon reaching the door and stepping out ,a timer on inside the bag ticks down to zero. The room explodes with a deafening *BOOM*, scattering Rokky's body into pieces.
From the shadows, two men emerge, their laughter echoing through the room. But their joy is short-lived. A blade flashes, and their throats are sliced open with a sharp *SWISH*. They collapse to the ground, their laughter turning to gurgles.
From the doorway, another Rokky steps in, his expression calm. "Well, well. I was expecting that." He points to Charles. "You really thought id be stupid to come in first?"
Charles chuckles, his voice raspy. "I knew it was a clone of you . I wouldn't waste my time speaking to anything less than the real you."
Rokky smirks. "The mission is complete. Sakamoto is out of Seoul, just like you wanted. I orchestrated the attacks on the emperor . Now, pay me the rest."
Charles waves a hand, and a man in a suit steps forward, placing another bag at Rokky's feet. Rokky opens it, meticulously counting the cash before slinging it over his shoulder. "Pleasure doing business with you."
As he turns to leave, Rokky calls out, "Why do you want the boy, anyway?"
Charles pauses, glancing over his shoulder. "The boy holds the key to my freedom. His life force… it's what I need to break free from these chains."
Rokky laughs, a deep, guttural sound. "A rich brat like you, chained to wires and computers. How the mighty have fallen."
Charles mirks. "Don't worry, Rokky. I'll be free soon enough." With that, Rokky walks out, the door closing behind him with a soft *CLICK*.
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