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In a dark underground cave, a man sat on a rock with his eyes closed.
Thousand rays of white strings extended from his body joining with the bodies of puppets that fought one another.
"Melvin, what you lack is awareness of your surroundings. A puppeteer by himself is nothing but a weak human who once he comes to the limelight, is already at the mercy of others." A cold voice echoed in the space.
"Even if you have inhuman perception while being engrossed you can't be mindful of your surroundings but your puppets can. Try to look through their vision. It's not about controlling everything but rather letting your puppets do their bid while you observe and make plans for another thing."
"Controlling every action of theirs is taxing and a waste of energy so you need to connect your subconscious with them and make them act as your clone, an exact representation of yours."