Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Armored.
Jumbo giant elephant.
The reason for development didn’t differ, regardless of the side.

‘I only wanted a weapon. A weapon that would allow me to escape from the sponsors who had set traps from the beginning.’
Dr. Johan.
Originally, the invention he dreamed of was not a weapon meant to kill people.
“Is it true? The promise to help with the creation of artificial organs?”
“Of course. With the power of our Opus Organization, we can supply any part needed for the experiment without hesitation.”
“I will proceed, the contract!”

It was a trap.
“These organs are still quite fresh, for being from a corpse.”
“We were lucky. A traffic accident victim with no relatives passed away.”
Bodies obtained whenever needed, for fortunate reasons.
Not a single time were organs delayed.
It had been helpful.
His awakening abilities had undergone a rapid evolution.

A power that allows the user to freely control any created entity within the limits of their mana.
A top-tier control-based awakening ability far surpassing the previous ability.
“I believe you are aware that we have helped Dr. Johan a lot.”
“Even so, this crosses the line! To create a clone of an awakener and eliminate the original, this ‘Doppelganger Protocol’ is madness!”
“Doctor. It seems you still don’t understand our intentions. We’re not making requests. We’re giving orders, no—threatening you.”

The agent in a black suit, wearing sunglasses, handed him a file.
Subject 001: Disposed of, disguised as an accident death.
Subject 007: Disposed of, disguised as a surgical failure.
Subject 023: Disposed of by inciting a monster wave.
“You’re crazy... You people are crazy!”
“Good. The world will now view you, Dr. Johan, as a bona fide mad ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ scientist.”

The organization wanted to use him for their needs.
It was a harsh reality for Dr. Johan to endure.
So, he made his decision.
“If this is the ability you want, let me show you how crazy my thoughts have become.”

Dr. Johan completed the Doppelganger Protocol as the organization demanded.
He designated his first victim as himself.
“Th-this can’t be. Dr. Johan...!”
“Why so surprised? Heh. Did you really think this kind of thing would never happen?”
‘I’ laughed, and with that, snapped the agent’s neck.
The organization’s executive, who had rushed to the scene, was stunned by the disaster that had unfolded overnight.

“You’re the mastermind behind this plan.”
“Shut up, you clone!”
“Do you really think you can say that with confidence? Heh. The one who will carry out the organization’s project is now no longer anyone but ‘me,’ isn’t it?”
The birth of Dr. Johan II.
 
The organization acknowledged it.

Dr. Johan I had disappeared, and Dr. Johan II took his place.
‘I have no fear. Unlike the original, I am a created being. The mission of killing the original and stealing his life is already complete.’

The words the original Dr. Johan had left behind lingered deeply in his mind.
You too will die someday, just like me.
Dr. Johan III, IV, and countless others will die.
You have no choice but to escape.
Find a way to escape the Opus Organization.
If you leave the organization, you can live towards your own goal, not one set by someone else.
 
Dr. Johan II laughed at the weakness of the original.

“You were a soft person. Despite becoming an awakener, such a remarkable being, you chose to die before even enjoying your powers.”
He didn’t even have the courage to die on his own and had to rely on a clone to do it for him.
As a clone of such a coward, Dr. Johan II could understand the original’s despair more than anyone else.
How great must the despair have been for a coward to make the decision to die on his own?
How much had he been cornered to make such a choice?
“Pathetic coward. Yet your will has clearly passed on to me.”

If he were to embrace the role of the Doppelganger, wouldn’t he have to take everything the original dreamed of?
He became the true mad scientist who stole the original’s abilities and became a monster feared within the organization. Yet, his wish was always the same.
To destroy the organization that had brought despair to the original and free himself from their shackles.
“Haha! Don’t even dream of controlling me. I feel no fear. What exists between us is only ‘cooperation.’”

He developed the armor.
It was a dress rehearsal for the weapon that would one day destroy the organization.
Silent Swordsman.
A superhuman that transcends humanity with a human body.
Until she revealed herself to the world.
“I will create a clone of the Silent Swordsman.”
“Stop! That woman is an awakener. Didn’t Dr. Johan II himself show us the result of creating a clone of an awakener?”
“Ah? Do you really think you have the right to choose now?”

Thanks to becoming a clone, there were no ethical constraints, and there were no instinctive locks restricting his abilities.
The abilities were used more proficiently than the original.
The number of clones controlled by his will had exceeded twenty by now.
If you are reading this translation anywhere other than .net or SilkRoadTL, it has been stolen.
Clones created due to the organization’s needs, or by his own deals.
All of them were under his control.
Create, Read, Update, Delete.
All protocols under CRUD are governed by the commands of the Hive at its peak.
“It’s already too late for you to realize. Heh. Disposing of me means accepting the death and rampage of all these clones. Can you handle that?”

The clones, created for the benefit of the Opus Organization, would be wiped out.
It couldn’t be helped.
The organization could no longer abandon him.
They could no longer oppose his will.
If they didn’t choose coexistence, they would lose too much.
Thanks to this, he had gained time.
Resources. Opportunities.
A human weapon more powerful than the armor.
An opportunity to create a copy of the Silent Swordsman.

He succeeded in the end.
Silent Swordsman Mk-II.
The masterpiece, soon to be called Mark 2, was born.
‘Are you watching, Dr. Johan I?’

If Dr. Johan I had created his masterpiece, then he had created Mark 2, a masterpiece of his own.
The next step was obvious.
Once, just once, if the original showed even a slight weakness, he would send Mark 2 to kill him.
That was the plan.
But the Silent Swordsman never allowed even a single death.
“Has it become stronger than when Mark 2 was created?”
Although it possessed the perfect body granted by the gods, the performance of the body itself was nothing extraordinary.
It was the result of effort.
Even the result of that effort grew terrifyingly with every broadcast, every minute.
It was hard to keep up with the specs.
To improve the inadequate specs, he fully employed the skills enhanced by the armor-making techniques and even added cybernetic enhancements.
Unlike mass-produced clones, who could last for over half a year with a single infusion of mana, Mark 2’s mana consumption rose rapidly, making it tough to maintain even for a week.
The enhancement of Mark 2 was only half successful.
While his physical abilities were enhanced, and combat skills were implanted, he still couldn’t match the original.

“Useless. A clone that can’t even defeat the original. It’s hardly even a Doppelganger. All that’s left is the body, the same as the Silent Swordsman?”
There were no lusts.
Dr. Johan I was impotent.
There was hope.
A weak heart that wanted his abilities to contribute to the peace of the world.
But it was impossible for him.
The original had the heart, but not the sufficient abilities to realize it.
He needed someone better than himself.
So he stole Mark 2, cleverly solving clues and handing them over.
“Papa. Is Mark 2 a useless child?”

He didn’t even listen to Mark 2’s voice.
The one she had to rely on was not him, but the original, the Silent Swordsman.
‘Take it, my greatest masterpiece.’
Instead, he retrieved the missing data that couldn’t be obtained by Mark 2 alone.

‘Dr. Johan I’s kindness, I leave it to you.’
Instead.
The revenge belonged to him, and to all of them.
So don’t interfere.
[The evolution time of the Minotaur has all passed.]
[World Boss is born.]
[New attributes are unlocked according to the absorbed mana.]
[, , ]
[The danger level of the Demon King rises.]

The giant elephant army and the puppet clones, all controlled by the will of Dr. Johan II.
The army, led by a single will, stood before the Demon King.
He would make it his.
That would free him from the constraints of mana.
Human-shaped strategic weapons would follow his will and devastate the organization.
Dr. Johan I’s revenge was finally realized.
“Hold on, ♡ You can’t touch that cow ♡”
Just one more step.
If he could just surpass that cheeky brat.

“Sorry, but commands don’t work on me. Not today, especially.”
Dr. Johan II’s one-man army.
The Silent Swordsman’s fan club army of Apple Girl.
A clash they could not retreat from had begun.