Benjamin, his clone, to be precise, brought Rebecca to the rooftop where there was a casket. He put her inside the casket and shut the lid.

“If I can continue making her believe that I’m Benjamin and then impregnate her with Amaal’s semen that he stored inside me,” he touched his belly, “my job will be done. It’s a short life, but I’ve gotta do what I’m made to do. My maximum lifespan is three years anyway.”

He was about to pick up the casket, but a figure appeared in his view. He moved his head back immediately. In doing so, he dodged from a sword that could have sliced his neck off.

The one who was wielding the short sword was Mina.

While Benjamin’s back was bent, he pointed his finger at her. Bullets were blasted at her face.

Mina blew air through her mouth, which traveled like a spiral and not only stopped the bullets in track but struck Benjamin’s body and crashed him down to the floor, forming many cracks on the rooftop, lifting up dirt.

Benjamin ground his teeth. “That hurts. Y