Eventually, a relatively soft crunch replaced the tremor and smell of burnt bones—two men churning her brain.

Their movements were slow and deliberate, with the occasional sound of metal clashing and strange sizzles.

Ademisor shared Bena's senses, and it felt as if he had been completely stripped of his five senses, he couldn't feel anything, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything.

He lost his sense of time again, and after a long time, when his vision was restored, he saw the man with the mechanical object floating around him standing in front of him, holding in both hands a piece of paper folded into an accordion-like fold, and whispered:

"Dear Madam, we need to make sure that your language center was not damaged during the operation, do you understand?"

Bena nodded.

"Good. I'm going to unfold this piece of paper, and then I want you to read the words written on it. May I? Bena didn't know if she could speak, but the doctor didn't wait for her to answer.

He spread his arms, and the paper rustled.

Ademisor swept the paper through Bena's gaze. Ms. Bena's full name is written at the top of the paper: Bena Katol Vantolin, but the rest of the text is not Rune or any of the languages that exist in the North and South continents.

Ademisor's inspiration is clearly fed back at the moment, these are the mystical symbols of alchemy.

The next second, he felt Bena try to open her mouth, wanting to point out their mistake... But the symbols passed through her eyes and into the depths of her brain, interacting with a mechanism that had been placed there.

Ms. Bena's whole body began to spasm, convulsions beginning at the top of her head, quickly reaching the nape of her neck, spreading to her neck, and then down her back, curling her toes.

Her tense arms were tied up, her ankles were buried in the gurney, and a muscle in her neck was sprained.

It was like a shock of static electricity, coming out of nowhere, and disappearing before she could react.

Ademisor's spiritual intuition was touched, and the pain was separated for the first time, so he didn't feel this pain in his heart, but only felt a slightly itchy tingling.

The man in the mechanical gloves pulled out a long, thin needle and placed it in Bena's hand.

The tone was gentle and full of irrefutable majesty: "Take this needle, Bena Vantolin, and plunge half of it into the skin between your thumb and forefinger." ”

For the first time since undergoing this series of surgeries, Bena felt real pain, like being burned by embers, first warm, then hotter, but she could not identify the source of the pain, unable to locate the part of her body that had been forced.

Then the pain suddenly stopped, and was extinguished like a candle flame.

The stench of blood and burnt flesh made her nose wrinkle, and Bena couldn't help but look down.

Before she knew it, she had stabbed the long needle into her hand.

The skin near the wound hisses.

"Now pull it out. Even if it will tear your skin. The man's gentle and unquestioning voice rang out again.

Bena watched as her unharmed hand pinched the other end of the needle, and she didn't want to hurt herself.

But the thought of disobedience made the pain that had previously scorched the soul flash again.

The skin was torn, blood was flowing, and long needles fell to the ground.

No amount of tranquilizer could stop the lady's body from trembling violently, and fear welled up in her heart, a panic that she couldn't control herself.

"Perfect experiment, perfect result!"

"The perfect application of mechanical prohibition in living organisms!"

The voices of the two men became cheerful and excited, and they looked at Bena greedily, not like they were looking at their own kind.

The mechanical guard stepped forward to clean and bandage the wounds of Ms. Bena's own making.

Above her, the crunch of a chair was heard again, as if someone was leaning forward.

Silence descended on the operating room, and all that could be heard was the sound of gears running from the mechanical guards who were treating Bena's wounds.

After a few moments, the man in the mechanical gloves said in a contemptuous tone, "Tell me the truth, Ms. Bena, and don't hold anything back: what kind of person do you think I am?" ”

The pain flashed over the lady's soul again, like a bonfire.

She frowned, shrunk back, her throat, tongue, and lips moving on their own.

She tried to suppress the words, and the burning pain quickly doubled, so that she unconsciously gave up the idea, and couldn't help but scream: "You are a sadist, I have never met anyone more cruel than you, I want you to die, I want you to suffer the same pain as I do!" “

"Good, now you can shut up." The man's voice sounded again, quickly extinguishing the anger that had just ignited in Lady Bena's soul, and more unbearable words were swallowed back down her throat before she could say it.

"It's good, the Brain of the Machine has been successfully embedded and activated, and it seems to be working fairly well."

"Quite rightly, it's really satisfying."

Another man applauded.

"The process is clearly recorded, and it will be reported back as soon as possible."

"Then let's relax." The two men were talking in a relaxed tone about where to go to celebrate in the evening.

And out of the corners of Ms. Bena's eyes, crystal tears could not stop flowing down, and these people cut open her head and cut off her free will.

They turned her into a flesh-and-blood machine.

Slowly, Ademisor, who had the help of Ms. Bena's vision, could not see, and her eyes burned with tears, and they flowed down her cheeks, turning into a stream colder than ice.

"She had to recuperate after the surgery."

After the mechanical guard had tended to the wounds on Bena's fingertips, he began to reassemble her skull as the man had commanded.

"Oh, yes, do what we can, make her strong, she is the most valuable thing on the island right now."

The man in the mechanical gloves stood up, leaned against the waist-high railing above the operating room, chuckled, and said, "Rest well, ma'am, get well quickly." ”

"You and I both have a lot of work to do. When you're ready, we'll get started. There was an excited expression on his face, a little hideous.

The mechanical guard, who had stitched up the skull, gently injected a strong sedative into Bena's neck.

The potion soon began to work, and she gradually lost consciousness.

Wow!

Everything in front of him quickly disintegrated and dissipated.

Ademisore opened his eyes, and Bena was still talking.

Although he experienced the two days of the lady in front of him, in the real world, only a few seconds passed.

Bena had just spoken of the first day she had been sent to the island, and of what looked like a prison cell.