Phone.

What is Phone?

Ophelia had the same doubts as Dean Allid, and she was following the director's instructions when a sudden wave of vertigo interrupted her thoughts. Something was ringing in her ears, and the word "telephone", which she had never heard before, blurted out involuntarily.

It wasn't like a disease like wind chill, and with her Templar constitution, it was impossible for her Templar constitution to suddenly catch it.

Ophelia's right hand propped up her head, and she always felt like she had been in a similar state. She forced herself to concentrate and tried to hear what Alied was saying, but it wasn't long before Dean Alied's whole body was distorted, everything in the room became illusory and blurry, and what she saw seemed to be the work of some abstract master.

When it comes to abstract masters, Ophelia thinks of Van Gogh.

But...... Who was Van Gogh again?

Immediately afterward, a barrage of knowledge that she had never been exposed to was forcibly stuffed into her brain.

"Ophelia, are you alright?"

Allid thought that Ophelia was just distracted, but when she looked closer, she saw that Ophelia was oozing a thin man, and she looked like she was in the midst of a fierce exercise - but she was only sitting in her seat.

Ophelia didn't answer.

She felt her memories suddenly mess up, consciousness stirring back and forth in her brain like a flood that burst an embankment. The memories that belonged to her and the memories that didn't belong to her were mixed together, making her a little confused. Not only that, but there was an unfamiliar voice that seemed to be heard somewhere asking her the same question.

"Ophelia, who are you?"

I am......

I am Ophelia, the crown prince of the Fourth Kingdom and the rightful heir of the future Fourth Kingdom.

"No, the answer is incorrect. ”

The voice echoing in his head denied, but he obviously didn't give up so easily, and after only two seconds, he asked again, "Ophelia, who are you?"

Ophelia felt like she had groped for something in her flood of memories.

Cult of Chaos.

The dead are eight-sided.

The Face of Killing.

She suddenly remembered the teacher's teachings, and the teacher told her to lurk in the imperial capital and wait for his next plan. Their last mission seems to be in the kingdom of Tarun...... Yes, the kingdom of Talen, she remembers this place. She witnessed the teacher kill the king, and then the teacher told her that the young man who looked very weak was her younger brother.

The teacher then puts her in contact with the teenager and manages to bring Tyre Cyrus back to the Chaos Cult.

"No, it's not right!"

The voice in her head gradually became agitated, and in addition to the incessant questioning, Ophelia also heard a knock on the door. She shook her head vigorously, and though the dean allied in her eyes was almost twisted into a line, Ophelia was at least sure that the person who made the knock was not Dean Alied.

So, she guessed that the knock on the door didn't come from here.

"Remind me why you didn't bring Tyre Cyrus to the Sith, why did you disobey his orders, who are you?"

Ophelia......

No, not Ophelia.

Chips, Life Sciences, Plane Hypothesis ......

Ophelia clutched her head tightly with her hands, the unbearable pain made her feel like her head might explode at any moment, and the pain was exacerbated by the other party's questioning. Ophelia tried to scream, the flood rolling like a happy speed, the symbols she had never seen before stung her violently.

I am, I am......

"Bang-"

Suddenly, the pain faded.

The distorted state in front of her suddenly returned to normal, and Ophelia looked up to see Dean Allid's close look.

"Ophelia, have you been too tired lately?" the dean asked her with concern.

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At the same time, the Department of Life Sciences.

Z angrily dragged the young man away, and he didn't even bother to scold his student for his stupid and reckless behavior - all the CI health meters on the device turned red, and her body twitched slightly as the injected dose continued to increase. The values displayed on the electronic screen shocked Z.

It's not 2 mg, it's not 4 mg, it's not 8 mg.

This idiot has absolutely no idea what he's doing!

The 12 mg dose was already beyond the maximum amount that the human body could bear, and if he hadn't arrived in time, that bastard would have planned to continue to increase the dose!

It's not science, it's murder.

"I know, teacher, I know!" What shocked Z even more was that the young man not only didn't seem to have the slightest remorse, but his appearance was extremely excited...... Conducting experiments without permission, attacking colleagues, and almost killing his own senior sister, these things can make him so excited?

Z suddenly felt that the student in front of him made him a little strange.

"Senior sister, she hasn't disappeared, she still exists!" the young man spoke in a high tone, and as more and more doses were injected, for a moment, he felt that he had established a connection with CI. He knew that 12 milligrams was not the limit, and when they injected 14 or even 16 milligrams, it might be able to awaken the CI's sleeping consciousness.

It turned out that they had been mistaken, and the Ophelia they saw was not the real Ophelia, but the product of the fusion of CI and the original body consciousness. Just like Lin Qiu, the arrival of CI also removed the mark of Grayla on Ophelia's body. It's just that it's possible that CI's consciousness has been suppressed because of excessive consumption or Ophelia's original consciousness.

But subconsciously, CI still exists, and what just happened is the best basis.

His experiment did not destroy the 1 in 10,000 hope, but confirmed the fact that the senior sister was still alive.

Then, a slap fell heavily on his face.

The hot pain stunned the young man, and the teacher was not only not as excited as him, but was so angry that he even screwed his face together.

"Do your best to maintain CI's vital characteristics, make sure to save her!" Z gave an order to the staff who rushed to hear the news with a calm face.

The "jingle bell" is like a non-stop phone call, but an early warning sign that the device is dying, perhaps because the young man is so involved that he even forgets the existence of the alarm. A passing staff member heard the alarm and immediately told Z about the anomaly.

"You ......"

Z glared at the young man fiercely, and was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

After a long time, Z made a decision: "Don't want to step into the B2 floor until the end of the whole project!"

The alarm bell attracted a lot of people, including the guards on the B2 floor.

"You guys, revoke his access to the second floor. If anyone dares to let him step in here during this time, then roll up and leave immediately!"

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