Lying on the morgue, Ludon opened his eyes and did not move.

In his head, his own voice echoed, as if he was talking to himself.

"My name is Luden, I'm from the Nebula Empire, and I've come to Brave New World through the Blessing Simulator for the sixth simulation, and I'm trying to understand this world and gather more useful information..."

"My evidence from the Nebula Empire includes: simulator visual interfaces, radiation-resistant genetic modification, and an annual choice of entries."

"This is the second time I have died, I have survived in the wild for three days, and under the influence of radiation, I have acquired a mutation: the body does not decay, and after I die, the body does not decay. I used the genetically modified properties to preserve this mutation, and maybe it will do something unexpected..."

"I've been here for more than a year, and it's a solar calendar, so there's no problem with the perception of time, and I've been rewarded with entries on the 365th day, and I have to choose one of the two entries in front of me..."

"[Will to Fight]: In the fighting state, you can get an adrenaline-like boost, your physical fitness will be slightly improved, your nerve reaction speed will be faster, and bleeding or injury will stimulate a stronger will to fight."

"[Clear mind]: It is not affected by psychotropic drugs, brain diseases, etc., the mind is always awake, and you can recover your energy faster through sleep."

"If I could, I'd like to leave both entries behind. In the end, I chose [Will to Fight], physical fitness has always been my weakness, and if I want to explore the secrets of the brave new world, I must make up for this shortcoming as much as possible..."

"So far, I have found no trace of the Eternals, and I wish them good luck."

Running through all the information in his mind, a blank Ludon stared at the ceiling, a sentence echoing in his head.

"I'm Luden, and I'm from the Nebula Empire..."

The sewing of the corpse was quickly completed.

There is nothing special about this Luden's death, as always, to make up for his brain and change his limbs.

The sewing duo looked at Luden, who had opened his eyes, and swept it with a flashlight, but his pupils didn't react.

One of them said dissatisfied,

"Pay attention next time, every time you hit the optic nerve, you want to scare me to death?"

After finishing their work, the footsteps of the two faded away, and even the conversation became blurred.

"BY THE WAY, LAST TIME YOU SAID IT COULD MAKE BOKI'S NERVES, I HAVE A FRIEND WHO IS VERY INTERESTED..."

「......」

...

"Welcome to a brave new world!"

Anne straightened her shirt, her cheeks flushed, and she seemed to be still savoring something.

Ludon gentlemanly stepped forward and pushed the door open.

He seems to be curious about everything, greedily learning anything related to the brave new world.

Soon, Luton met a good friend and became neighbors.

This guy named Arthur has many other advantages besides liking hell jokes.

He is an excellent fighter, proficient in everything from hand-to-hand combat and cold weapons to hot weapons.

Ludon doesn't have much interest in this, he prefers to use his brain rather than fight and kill.

Even so, out of respect for his friends, when Arthur was training, Ludon would watch from the sidelines, most of the time he was reading a book, looking up from time to time, and occasionally being dragged out of the field by Arthur.

Ludon and Arthur have played 23 games before and after, winning and losing each other.

Arthur won 23 and Ludon lost 23.

Spring goes to autumn, and most of the time has passed in a blink of an eye, approaching the annual Easter.

On this day, Arthur knocked on the door of his neighbor with a bottle of good wine, wanting to invite the other party to participate in Easter together, and his whole family was there, which was very lively.

The door opened, but a strange face appeared behind the door, looking at Arthur warily,

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm sorry."

Arthur

Apparently mentally prepared, he smiled apologetically, and when he turned to leave, he didn't forget to shake his head.

It's an interesting Luden.

He thought this guy could stay a little longer, at least, with him for an Easter once.

...

When Ludon awoke, he found himself in a dark, cramped hut with only a dim kerosene lamp flickering on the wall.

From the shaking of the kerosene lamp and the slight feeling of vertigo, it was not difficult for Ludon to tell that he should be on board.

He tried to speak, but found himself unable to speak, his limbs were cold and stiff, and he was chained to his bed like a prisoner.

Outside the cabin, on the deck, Anne, with a cold face, stood in front of two rows of heavily armed elites, giving a lecture.

"I want to stress one last thing about the significance of this escort mission!"

Anne said coldly,

"We checked the built-in number of this Ludon, who never went to the headquarters, and even indirectly caused us to lose a fighter forever during a rescue! Therefore, the superiors demanded that he be brought back to the headquarters at all costs! Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Soon, under Anne's command, everyone was in place to make sure nothing went wrong.

In the cabin, Luden, who had regained consciousness, began to try to break free.

Thanks to the brave new world, none of these shackles are smart, and there are no surveillance devices to keep an eye on Luden.

Luton has learned that in the determination of Brave New World, there is a high probability that the surveillance equipment will be judged to be "an evolved intelligent being" and then contained.

This may have something to do with the duties of the monitoring equipment, which collects more sample data.

Originally, the rebels could have used mirrors or other devices to monitor Luden.

However, they were instructed to avoid any contact with the Luden as much as possible, even for observation.

If you don't observe, you don't touch, you don't interact, you don't give Ludon a chance to do something.

That's what they think.

Ludon began to make trouble.

He first tried to untie his hands and feet, but the shackles were so fixed that Ludon couldn't do anything, and he could even feel the remnants of the anesthetic in his body, which were still affecting him.

This is a bad thing and a good thing.

The anesthetic slowed Ludon's movements and numbed his senses, avoiding some of the pain.

Ludon's left hand struggled, not trying to break free of the shackles, but rubbing his wrist against the shackles.

Soon, his left hand was broken and bleeding, and Luden's eyes lit up, and a new strength seemed to emerge from his body, and the strength of the struggle was greater.

The more he bleeds, the more strength Ludon has, and at the same time, the weaker the effect of the anesthetic, and Ludon feels more and more pain.

When the effect of [Will to Fight] accumulated to a certain extent, Lu Deng's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and twitched hard!

Click-

Miracles are made vigorously.

Good news: the left hand is withdrawn.

Bad news: the left hand is useless.

After breaking free with one hand, Ludon did the same, untying the others.

He staggered to the wall and walked towards the kerosene lamp, still muttering,

"Give me a saw..."

At dusk, at sunset, a ship sailing on the river is about to arrive at the headquarters of the Resistance.

Boom Boom –

Suddenly, black smoke billowed from the ship, and something seemed to be burning.

Night is also falling at this moment.

...

Morgue.

The sewing duo came to work leisurely with coffee in hand, chatting without a word.

"Today's first clone Luden, how did this guy get burned like this!"

"The rebels are just venting their anger!"

"Don't look at the death replay, I ordered a barbecue for lunch, I don't want to affect my appetite."

"The right arm is missing, go to the warehouse and get a whole right hand..."