Along with desperation, the voices still echoed in the darkness.

And these voices are getting denser and clearer, as if to tell the collapsed subject that he is still alive and that he still has hope of holding on.

Just when the man's soul was about to lose consciousness due to the struggle, these voices began to become coherent: "There is a possibility that after entering the container, many feelings will also be lost. For example, the sense of taste...... will completely lose ......"

"At the same time, there is also the associated desire to eat. This is all mentioned in the report of the Frentzberg experiment...... "At this point, he can already tell whether the words are spoken by a man or a woman, and can even hear some accents."

"And what's the difference between him and a vegetative person?" So he stopped struggling, and just stopped where he was, listening to the voices of the gods who ruled his destiny.

He swore that if a voice said "Let's kill him, he's no longer useful," he would thank that voice from the bottom of his heart.

As for his daughter? Fuck the daughter! Not to mention that he was sent to the Demon Realm to comfort those soldiers, even if he was sent to the Demon Clan to comfort the Demon Soldiers, he would not make such a stupid choice again.

Yes, if he was given another chance to choose, he would definitely choose to die immediately, whether he was hanged or shot, no matter what, it didn't matter, he didn't care anymore.

What he cares about now is that he can die immediately - death is really a luxury for him now......

"I can hear you! What the hell are you talking about? He let out the craziest cries, but no one seemed to be able to hear his hoarse cries.

"He had a slight tremor...... That means he should be able to hear us...... He can hear it! You can really hear it! "Those voices that are far away and don't know in what direction are still continuing according to the content of their own conversations.

In the darkness, he heard someone shouting excitedly, as if it was a great thing that he could hear the sound.

This really made him cry and laugh, these people were not torturing him, but really giving him a chance to live again?

He was even a little moved to regain hope in the midst of despair, and just as he was about to say something more, he heard someone say, "My God...... In this way, our experiment has been at least half successful! ”

"God forbid!" There was a woman's voice that even brought a crying tone, which made him want to cry too.

Unfortunately, he had no tears to fall from, and even then he realized that he had no way to find out where his eyes were......

There was no reference, and he didn't know if his arm existed, or if his hand could touch his eye. He couldn't even be sure if he could actually manipulate his own hands.

"I'm still ......" As he spoke, he suddenly noticed a light appear in front of his eyes. For him, who was accustomed to the darkness, it was like seeing endless hope.

He struggled to get closer to the light, and then he saw a circle of technicians and engineers surrounding his bedside.

At first, it was a single picture, and then countless images overlapped each other, and finally became a three-dimensional reality with some subtle variations.

At this moment, he saw these people around him, and they all had happy expressions on their faces.

He tried to open his mouth as if a baby was learning to speak, and then the next second, he heard an unfamiliar voice: "I ......"

"That's it! He's learning to control his pronunciation...... That's great! A technician looked down at his masterpiece and said with satisfaction: "We have finally succeeded!" ”

"Ah......h Then he groaned again, and found that his voice had become hoarse, and mechanically angular.

"You ...... What have you done to me? "The man felt the pain in his body, the pain that came from the depths of his soul. It seems that every time he moves, he will be tortured millions of times, bitten by countless ants, and whipped by countless leather whips......

He tried to stand up, only to find an arm suddenly appear in front of him. He didn't know whose arm it was, as he saw strange metal materials on it, as well as ornate magical inscriptions.

These inscriptions are really beautiful, and even shimmer, representing the pale blue glow of magic.

However, he didn't have the heart to observe these things now, he wanted to sit up, so he waved his hands hard, hoping to find a decent support point.

Suddenly, he realized something. With the consciousness that had begun to be disordered, he controlled his hands and stopped in front of his eyes.

Then he saw his own hands, which were filled with metal parts and carved with various inscriptions......

"It's not my hand......" he began to speak fluently, apparently his mental power, or rather his soul, had begun to adjust to the new body.

"It's not my hand! What about my hands? What about my hands? He shouted as he sat up from the "operating table" where he was.

Because of the force, he even ripped off a belt that was fastened to his waist. The next thing he saw was his own legs, which were also mechanical legs carved with runes.

"You took my leg away...... Taken away? He stared blankly at his legs, muttered the words, and then suddenly realized something, lowered his head deeper, and observed his body.

Once upon a time, he was a white, slightly fat man. After all, he used to be a rich aristocrat, so his figure was not very eye-catching.

However, after being arrested for collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, he lost a lot of weight and had some more scars on his body. But he still didn't expect that he would like that imperfect body so much.

The body in front of him was full of mechanical and magical inscriptions, and he could even see that some parts were moving a little bit, replacing his previous organs, driving the magical energy in his body.

However, even if this is a perfect body, it is not made of flesh and blood! How could he possibly accept that such a terrible body had replaced his own?

"I'm going to trade back...... I'm going to change back......" The man struggled to get to his feet, but his legs were unsteady and he mixed with each other at once.

He slammed to the ground, his delicate, expensive body crashing into the concrete floor with a dull thud.

"Calm down! Your daughter is already on her way! A technician stepped forward and helped the man who had fallen to the ground to his feet.

On the other side, there were a lot of wires connected to the man's body, and at the end of the wires, a technician tapped twice on the keyboard in front of him, and very self-consciously reduced the strength of this very successful experimental subject to half of that of a normal person.

He didn't want the seemingly broken subject to make a big fuss in the lab and end up causing a series of hurtful incidents.

"What exactly have you done to me? What are you ...... What was done to me? The man roared over and over again, banging on the ground, not knowing if he was venting or destroying his horrible body.

"Actually, we gave you a different body! A body that can give you almost eternal life! An experimenter excitedly explained the man: "No disease, no aging!" You can live like this forever......"

In fact, standing in this laboratory, more than half of the experimenters are no longer thinking about the simple task of extending the life of Gurlo.

What excites them, what makes them tremble, what makes them tremble, what makes them so crazy is actually a much grander and more distant goal. Both magicians and mortals are tirelessly pursuing the great goal of "eternal life".

This is an infinite temptation for human beings, and it is the lifelong pursuit of countless people to live forever!

Because of this, the people in this laboratory feel that they are completing one of the greatest experiments in human history. Once this experiment is completed, humanity can embark on a path that has never been seen before.

One they don't yet know, but Chris has known for a long time, is called the great "path" of mechanical ascension.

"I hope that when you meet your daughter, you can have a better image!" A technician helped the "mortal version of the god puppet" that had fallen to the ground and spoke up.

Hearing the word daughter, the man finally calmed down somewhat, he went through a lot of hardships, although he had given up in the middle, but now the most painful time has passed...... Therefore, his daughter has returned to a more important position for him.

"My whole body hurts...... Is there a way to ......" the man, who had been lifted into a wheelchair and had become a puppet, finally opened his mouth in his unique, hoarse voice.

"This pain will last for a while, it can be ten days, it can be thirty days...... In short, you won't be too comfortable lately. The lead technician opened his mouth to answer, and then began to arrange his subordinates to check whether the puppet's state was stable now.

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I don't want to delay any longer, so I'm going to stay up late again, and everyone will come back tomorrow morning to see, at least I'll make up for it.