Empire Building With Infinite Warehouse-Chapter 108: Blood Arts

Julien stared at the letters floating in his vision, completely forgetting about the expensive distraction items he was looking at just a second ago.

The words [Blood Arts] practically demanded his full attention because he actually had some history with this specific category of system skills.

A while back, he had purchased a set of healing arts to save Chris, and the results were absolutely amazing.

Those ancient arts bypassed all the normal system cooldowns and just used pure mana manipulation to get the job done without leaving any magical residue behind.

If the healing version was that powerful and reliable, he could only imagine what the combat version looked like when applied to a crazy prison break scenario.

Julien mentally tapped the glowing icon, and the main system interface shattered into five distinct, old-school parchment scrolls that rolled open directly in his mind.

Scroll one was called Blood Blade, which allowed the user to crystallise their own bleeding wounds into sharp weapons during an emergency.

Scroll two was Crimson Tracker, a utility skill that let you hunt down anyone across the entire continent as long as you had a single drop of their fresh blood to use as a compass.

Scroll three was Sanguine Overdrive, a crazy physical buff that boiled your veins to double your running speed while slowly draining your overall health in the process.

Scroll four offered a heavy defensive trick called Blood Bulwark, turning spilt liquid into an impenetrable shield to block heavy incoming attacks.

But it was the fifth and final scroll that made Julien completely stop breathing and lean forward on his wooden crate.

It was called [Blood Doppelganger].

The system description explained that it was a highly advanced technique used to create a perfect, functioning physical clone of a person using just a small sample of their fresh blood.

’This is exactly what we need,’ Julien thought, his mind racing with the crazy possibilities this skill opened up for their complicated rescue mission.

He did not even hesitate to hit the purchase button to secure the rare item.

A massive chunk of his saved system points instantly vanished from his account, and a rush of ancient knowledge flooded directly into his brain like a downloaded file.

The system did not just give him the spell, but actually dumped the entire historical background of the technique right into his head so he understood the context of the magic.

Long before the modern system took over the world, an underground clan of shadow ninjas created this specific art because they were constantly fighting battles where they were severely outnumbered by regular armies.

They figured out how to use the blood spilt on the battlefield to literally grow their own disposable troops and overwhelm their enemies with perfect copies of their strongest fighters.

The headache from the sudden information dump faded after a few seconds, leaving Julien blinking rapidly inside the dim canvas tent.

Kyle was still standing right in front of him, looking extremely impatient and waiting for Julien to stop zoning out and offer a real plan to save the prisoner.

"Hey, Kyle," Julien said, keeping his voice totally casual as he reached down and picked up a sharp, splintered piece of broken wood from a nearby supply crate.

"Can you lend me your hand for a quick second?"

He raised an eyebrow, looking highly suspicious of the strange request, but he slowly held out his thick right hand anyway with his palm facing upward.

Before Kyle could even ask what was going on or pull his arm away, Julien brought the sharp piece of wood down and jabbed it right into the centre of Kyle’s calloused palm.

"What the hell, man!" Kyle shouted, immediately yanking his hand back and gripping his thick wrist in pure shock.

Several drops of dark red blood hit the dirt floor of the tent before Kyle could cover the small wound with his other hand to stop the bleeding.

"Sorry about that, but I really need a fresh sample to test this out right now," Julien apologised quickly, waving his hands in a peaceful gesture to calm the angry mercenary down before Kyle decided to punch him through the tent fabric.

"Just watch the floor and tell me if you think this will work as a distraction against the elite guards."

Julien immediately focused all of his attention on the small red puddle soaking into the dry dirt beneath their boots.

He pulled the newly installed ninja knowledge to the front of his mind and started whispering a strange, low incantation that he did not even know he could speak just five minutes ago, along with some hand signs. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The blood on the floor instantly reacted to the magical chanting.

It stopped soaking into the ground and actually started pooling together, bubbling and rising upward like boiling water left on a hot stove.

Kyle took a step back, his anger completely replaced by genuine confusion as the red liquid stretched higher and higher into the air.

The small puddle somehow expanded into a volume of liquid, taking the rough shape of a very tall, broad-shouldered figure standing in the middle of the room.

Within seconds, the red colour began to fade away, shifting rapidly into pale skin, dark clothes, and the exact same leather armour Kyle was currently wearing.

The facial features smoothed out perfectly from the liquid, forming a jawline and dark eyes that matched the original subject down to the absolute smallest detail.

The bubbling liquid completely solidified, leaving a perfect, identical replica of the mercenary standing right there in their small canvas workspace.

It was the same height and build as Kyle, but its face was completely blank and totally indifferent, lacking any of the angry, aggressive energy the real Kyle always carried around with him.

While looking at the clone, Julien’s mind filled with the tactical applications of having a perfectly obedient decoy that looked exactly like a high-level threat.

If they sent this mercenary to smash his way through the front gates of Camp Three, every single elite guard and machine gun nest would immediately focus all their heavy firepower on the terrifying intruder.

The military cult would be completely distracted trying to take down the giant, leaving the back maintenance tunnels empty and totally unguarded for the real rescue team to slip inside.

"What the actual fuck," Kyle muttered out loud, his eyes practically bugging out of his head as he stared directly at his own silent twin.