All those who had even a slight intimate relationship were imitated.
However, there were exceptions. For beings like the Witch of Death and the Creation Witch, the God of Assassination did not choose to imitate.
"..." The Goddess of Tailoring rolled her eyes and rushed toward Ahtal's direction first, feeling ashamed of the God of Assassination's treacherous actions.
But soon, her dashing figure was sent flying back, her pretty face scraping across the hot ground, leaving behind a long trench.
"Are you alright?" The God of Assassination glanced at Ahtal, who was far away slaughtering his own incarnations, and then at the Goddess of Tailoring, buried face-first in the ground with her bottom sticking up.
"His strength has greatly increased." The Goddess of Tailoring pulled her head out of the ground and shook the mud from her hair.
"Next, if we're not careful, we..."
The God of Assassination completed her sentence with a smile, "We'll all die, right?"