When Jiang Ye was eating breakfast, the delivery person arrived to deliver a package to his door.
As the main door opened, a cardboard box the size of a small car floated in, with Isabella carefully pushing it from behind.
“Where should I put this?” Isabella called out.
Jiang Ye was startled. To have such a large item pushed in all at once, Isabella’s strength was terrifying. Upon closer inspection, he realized a hover mechanism was attached to the bottom of the box, a cargo platform that could float in the air. The entire box was suspended.
Jiang Ye quickly went to help, pushing the item into an empty room on the top floor. He unloaded it from the hover mechanism and began unpacking. Da Feng Novel.
The box had three layers, two layers of metal paper, a pile of foam and synthetic sponge, and countless straps. Jiang Ye and Isabella, panting, spent over ten minutes on the outer packaging, finally understanding what “over-packaging” meant.
Finally, the remote control cabin was assembled.
It was an egg-shaped metal cabin, with simple contents inside: a chair, a urinary catheter, health monitoring equipment, and a brain-computer interface.
“How do I use this?” Jiang Ye asked. “Is there a manual?”
Isabella magically produced a brick-thick manual. “Would you rather read large chunks of nonsense in the manual, or have me teach you how to use it in five minutes?”
“Teacher Isabella!” Jiang Ye decisively called her teacher.
Isabella smiled slightly and explained the usage of the remote control cabin from the outside in, teaching Jiang Ye how to operate it step-by-step. Jiang Ye was also quick-witted, understanding how to use the device in less than five minutes. It was actually a very simple structure. Weapons and high-tech equipment of this era shared a common characteristic: simple operation. This was a manifestation of industrial and design evolution reaching its peak. Only immature products were complex and difficult to operate; mature things considered human instincts and subconscious reactions.
After Isabella left, Jiang Ye went straight upstairs and activated the remote control cabin.
He sat inside, closed the cabin door, took off his pants and connected the urinary catheter, verified his identity, fastened his seatbelt, and plugged his head into the brain-computer interface.
His scalp tingled, and some static electricity was flowing in, tentatively searching for Jiang Ye’s brainwave points.
Countdown, 3, 2, 1!
A very peculiar sensation, Jiang Ye immediately thought of a word: soul-leaving.
All five senses were lost, yet his consciousness was exceptionally clear. He wanted to try moving his fingers, but he had lost all perception of his body. His consciousness seemed to be floating in the void.
It was a bit like… death!
Some small text appeared in his consciousness, as if they were his own thoughts.
【New Account: Jiang Ye】
【Level: 1】
【Merit Points: 0】
【Initializing and binding identity, please wait…】
【Your new body has been generated based on your genes】
【Your spawn point is: Birong Star Orbital Station】
His vision suddenly lit up, but it wasn’t the view from the remote control cabin. Instead, it was a completely unfamiliar room.
It was about twenty square meters, small, like a rented room. Everything seemed to be made of metal. White lights shone from the ceiling, and the silver-white walls and floor reminded him of a morgue.
A sudden chill ran through him, and he regained his perception of his body.
Jiang Ye looked down and realized he was naked in a bathtub filled with ice. He quickly climbed out, shook off the water, and picked up the folded clothes on the floor to put them on. The clothes were a black, form-fitting jumpsuit, similar to the starting outfit in a game.
Outside the window was the boundless starry sky, with occasional spaceships passing by. He was already at the Birong Star orbital station!
Jiang Ye’s consciousness had been remotely downloaded into this body. This body was created based on his genes, identical to his own. In other words, through technology, another Jiang Ye had been physically replicated light-years away.
Jiang Ye tidied up the items in the room, using it to familiarize himself with his new body. In fact, there was no need for familiarization; he felt no strangeness, as if he himself had been teleported. A person is body and mind. Now, both were the same as before, so how could he not be accustomed to it?
The door suddenly opened, and Isabella bounced in with a grin, “Here I come, here I come! Cheap labor at thirty thousand an hour.”
“Whoa?” Jiang Ye was taken aback. “You… are Isabella?”
“Nonsense, do you know anyone else as beautiful as me?” Isabella lightly patted her face and casually sat down on the small bed in the corner. “After leaving your place, I immediately returned to the remote control cabin at the express center to log in. Luckily, you hadn’t left yet.”
She patted the pillow again. “Want to come over for a sweet dream?”
“No,” Jiang Ye shook his head vigorously.
“Don’t be like that!” Isabella’s face fell. “You’re not you, and I’m not me. What’s embarrassing about that? It’s not cheating!”
“I’m paying you thirty thousand an hour, not to roll around in bed with you!” Jiang Ye said righteously. “Teach me what I should do after arriving.”
“First, get accustomed to your new body,” Isabella said. “When you go to the front lines, you’ll be using this body.”
“I’m already accustomed to it. It feels like I’m here myself,” Jiang Ye looked down at his legs and wiggled his toes.
Isabella suddenly jumped up, produced a shiny small knife from somewhere, and abruptly stabbed it into Jiang Ye’s stomach.
Jiang Ye was stunned, watching the blood spray out from his stomach, drenching Isabella. However, the blood wasn’t red. It was transparent, like water, slightly milky, like rice water. This cheap artificial body hadn’t fully replicated all the cells; the red blood cells had been replaced with transparent artificial oxygen-carrying cells, causing the blood to lose its color. Da Feng Novel Network.
“How does it feel?” Isabella asked with a smile, her smile seeming particularly perverse in this situation.
“It doesn’t hurt that much…” Jiang Ye clutched his stomach. “A slight ache, like being pricked by a nurse’s needle. So, this body has reduced pain sensation? Being stabbed with a real knife would hurt like hell. Without pain, I wouldn’t be able to feel spicy food, right?”
Isabella grabbed Jiang Ye’s neck with one hand, pulled out the knife, and stabbed it in again, repeating the action several times. Her movements were as swift as a Level 5A wanted criminal. Jiang Ye’s blood gushed onto the floor, like spilled rice water, creating a scene as if someone had spilled an entire pot of rice water.
“How do you feel now?” Isabella was still grinning.
Jiang Ye opened his mouth, but before he could speak, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, seeing nothing.
【Your blood volume is empty. Please choose:】
【Recharge 100,000 yuan to revive】【Wake up】
Jiang Ye was speechless. Isabella had actually stabbed him to death… This game had friendly fire!
He chose to recharge 100,000 yuan.
After about three minutes, his vision lit up again, and he felt a chill.
He opened his eyes to find himself lying in the ice-filled bathtub again. This bathtub was probably the spawn point.
Sitting up from the water, he saw a staff member in a yellow jumpsuit carrying a white body bag out. The body bag surely contained the recently deceased Jiang Ye. Isabella was sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing with the murder weapon in her hand, showing no remorse for committing murder, truly wicked.
“Revived?” she waved, grinning. “Come out and get dressed.”
Jiang Ye was about to get up but sat back down.
“You should step out and give me some privacy,” Jiang Ye said.
“It’s not a real body, it’s just like a game character. Looking won’t cost you a piece of flesh!” Isabella complained with a sour face.
“Hurry up!” Jiang Ye grabbed handfuls of ice and threw them at her.
Isabella shrugged, went out, and closed the door.
Jiang Ye leaped out of the bathtub, sprinted to the door, and locked it. He let out a sigh of relief and slowly went back to put on his clothes.