The Innkeeper

There weren't many people in the tavern to begin with, but the few that were there were startled by the noise. Most of them hadn't noticed when the bloody man entered the place, so they were unsure of what exactly happened. But seeing as how the tavern owner was not worried, they calmed down and returned to their drinks.

None of them were really in the right frame of mind to worry about other things at the moment.

Lex returned to his thoughts about the clone. The activation of his physique might be the key, unless it was a freak accident that would require resin. If that were the case, if he could find another humanoid body in good condition, say a devil or an elf, he might be able to replicate the process. The question was, did he want to do that?

Since he was as yet unaware of any potential drawbacks having a clone may have, making more of them might not be the best idea.

That's when he realized that he said humanoid instead of human. Wasn't his physique only supposed to work on humans? Why did it work on a fairy?

But as if he were getting some feedback from his own body, he understood that it now affected all humanoids, and not just humans! This was a level beyond what Cassandra had told him!

If previously, he had to hide his body from powerful forces like the Jotun empire, now he would have to hide it from every humanoid force that existed! Why did it change? Did it have something to do with the resin?

Again, he just innately knew that this was what his physique had always been like.

If that was the case, he needed to figure out a good way to hide his physique from detection before he left the Midnight Inn.

"Pel, is there a way I can hide my physique from detection? Even from a higher level cultivator! In fact, that's the most important part."

"There are many ways, but you will either need the help of a higher level cultivator to begin with, or a high level equipment or enchantment. I know no way you can hide it on your own."

He frowned. This could be problematic.

Lex was in the midst of his own musings, sipping the cold drink the tavern owner had given him, when the man Lex had slapped away came wobbling back in. He was disoriented, which was to be expected. Lex had slapped him right in the face, not killed him. Even so, it was impressive. At the same time, it promised more irritation for Lex.

"You… do you know who I am?" the man asked as he rested his body weight against the back of a chair.

Lex sighed. He supposed he just could not avoid the whole tedious exchange.

"No, I don't know who you are," Lex said in a bored tone. "But I'm sure you're going to enlighten me. So then tell me, is your father someone important? Or your family? You have some kind of scary background?"

The man seemed to get angered by Lex's nonchalance, but he kept himself from screaming, mostly because he was too dizzy to do it.

"This… this is my tavern! I own this place! You can't just throw a man out of his own place!" The man sounded more unresigned than anything, but his words startled Lex. He turned to look at the man he assumed had been the owner, and he gave Lex a nod while wearing an awkward smile, confirming it.

"Oh wow, that does make me feel bad," Lex said as he facepalmed. Before the man could say anything else, Lex shot a drop of his own blood into the man's body, suddenly prompting it to begin healing rapidly.

As it turned out, the blood covering his body was not his own, and beside the mild concussion Lex had given him, he was fine. So, with nothing else to fix, Lex's blood began to heal the old wounds in the man's body, and brought him to a new peak.

"In my defense, I'm too used to rude people coming in and picking a fight," Lex said, explaining himself to the man, who stood bewildered. Then he sighed and came and sat beside Lex.

"Never mind, it's just that kind of day I guess," he said as he grabbed a drink from who turned out to be just a really well- dressed bartender.

"I paid for the damages," Lex said, still feeling kind of bad. He made a mental note about acting mysterious - confirm the situation before making a move. Otherwise, he would just end up looking silly as well.

Little did Lex know that his small act of slapping the man away like a nuisance, then healing him beyond his wildest dreams, made him seem much more mysterious than anything he could have planned.

The man just grunted, accepting Lex's explanation.

Lex turned his attention back to his problem. Most likely, the best solution he could come up with was to ask the system for a quest that would reward him with a way to hide his physique. Although he didn't know if the system would be cooperative, at least it was on talking terms with him now. It might be worth a shot.

Meanwhile, if he could somehow determine that his clone had no drawbacks to himself, should he try to make another one? But if he did, Lex wanted a really cool one. Asking for a Celestial might be too much, but there had to be other powerful humanoid races with cool abilities.

Elves did not impress him so much, outside of their immortality. Devils could control demons, which was kind of cool, he supposed. Angels… well, he wasn't certain what was special about angels yet. There had to be more, right?

Lex had very high standards. The fact that he didn't even know if could continue to create clones was a separate matter entirely.