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"Consciousness field stripping successful! Importing into storage unit...1%...5%...15%..."

At this moment, one of the device's displays begins to show...

Everyone held their breath, watching the faint ball of light, representing the last trace of a soldier's existence, slowly disappear into the golden vortex.

Finally, the ball of light disappeared completely, the golden light of the storage unit flashed slightly, and the speed of the internal nebula's rotation seemed to increase slightly. A new label appeared next to the display: [Consciousness File: Source Carrier No. 1 (Name Editable) Status: Stable Dormant].

"Storage complete! Integrity... 89%!" Mi Hu's voice was filled with great surprise as he said to Xiao Ce, "Your Highness, although it's not perfect, the core consciousness field has been preserved!"

After hearing Mi Hu's words, Xiao Ce said, "Completeness 89? What does that mean?"

Mi Hu explained to Xiao Ce, "Your Highness, it stores 89% of his previous memories. When a simulated human's consciousness is translated, there's always a portion of the memories that can't be translated. Their technicians told us before... normally, 60% integrity is sufficient..."

"And now, the integrity of '89 has far exceeded expectations..."

A suppressed cheer erupted from inside the cabin...

Mi Long clenched his fist and let out a long sigh of relief. His eyes were filled with awe as he looked at Xiao Ce: "Your Highness, you not only proposed a revolutionary solution, but also provided miraculous and precise guidance at a critical moment!"

Xiao Ce smiled to himself, thinking to himself that he certainly didn't have that ability...

This was all thanks to Lingxu, but Xiao Ce didn't explain much.

"Quick! Next person... prioritize those who are already dead."

"Follow this procedure! Prioritize preserving consciousness!"

After hearing Xiao Ce's words, they all nodded.

Although the following operations remained tense, the efficiency was greatly improved thanks to the successful template and the precise parameter corrections provided by Lingxu at crucial moments.

They first successfully uploaded all the people who had just died and whose consciousness had not yet dissipated.

Subsequently, the consciousness fields of those seriously wounded, including a guard whose legs were blown off and who had fallen into a deep coma due to excessive blood loss, were successfully separated and imported into the processor core's independent storage unit.

Although the integrity levels varied from 65% to 89%, the core concepts were successfully preserved.

At the same time, Director Mi also began to integrate some successfully translated consciousness...

They prioritized those with lower integrity because, according to the technicians assigned to them by the creation base, the lower the integrity, the faster they would integrate.

Xiao Ce could understand this. It was like sending a document; low integrity meant less memory was available, so it would be faster.

Conversely...

They were placed in another life support capsule...

The process of translating consciousness into a pre-prepared, basic bionic body begins...

Both of these are proceeding at a rapid pace...

Time passed amidst the intense operation, until the consciousness of the last dying person was successfully stored.

The cabin was filled with an atmosphere of exhaustion and exhilaration, as if the survivors had survived a catastrophe.

"Your Highness...we...we succeeded!" Director Mi's voice was a little hoarse. His gaze towards Xiao Ce was full of admiration.

"This method of separate storage... is simply... incredible! It completely breaks the limitation that consciousness translation must be completed continuously!"

Xiao Ce nodded, his face serious, and said, "This is the result of everyone's joint efforts. Remember, this plan is currently only known to our core team and is classified as top secret. Its significance goes far beyond saving these lives."

Director Mi and the others nodded solemnly at Xiao Ce, then asked, "Your Highness, will their backers find out?"

Xiao Ce shook his head: "They shouldn't know, they don't monitor this... I've already checked."

Xiao Ce didn't actually do the inspection himself; the inspection he claimed to have done was entirely Ling Xu's doing...

As he spoke, he walked to the control panel, looked at the newly appeared labels representing dormant consciousness in the storage unit list, and said with satisfaction, "This means that we no longer need to wait for the bodies to be completed before we can begin translation. As long as we have qualified 'source carriers,' we can safely 'backup' their consciousness in advance and store it in the processor. Then, we can mass-produce bionic bodies day and night and 'load' the stored consciousness into them. Efficiency... will increase by more than ten times!"

Yin Pan'er nodded: "Moreover, for those who are terminally ill and don't have much time left, we can translate and store their consciousness in advance, so we don't have to worry about them dying while waiting for their bodies to be made! Once the bodies are completed, they can be 'reborn' immediately! Your Highness, this...this is too great!"

Xiao Ce nodded. "Whether it is great or not remains to be seen, but its practicality is indeed enormous. This provides us with an unprecedented possibility to quickly build a fully loyal army of simulated humans with superhuman strength."

"However, we can also learn something from this..."

Xiao Ce stopped halfway through his sentence, and everyone looked at him with confusion after hearing what he said.

"Your Highness, what have you noticed?"

Xiao Ce smiled at them and then said, "Those are the people from the Creation Base. They don't completely trust us either... They're still holding back some things... I believe they wouldn't be unaware of something this big... They want to give us the technology, but they also want to keep some for themselves..."

After hearing Xiao Ce's words, they all nodded.

Yin Pan'er said to Xiao Ce, "Your Highness, you never truly trusted them..."

Xiao Ce nodded and smiled...

Next, they mainly transferred their consciousness, and it took time to integrate into those simulation bodies.

Xiao Ce then prepared to go and rest.

Just then, Xiao Ce suddenly thought of something and asked Director Mi and the others, "Director Mi, how complete was your consciousness back then?"

Director Mi shook his head and said to Xiao Ce, "Your Highness, we don't know either... No one told us that we didn't know about this device when we first came into contact with it... We only found out now..."

"It's no wonder we all feel a sense of emptiness, as if we've forgotten something... but we can't quite recall what we've forgotten..."

Xiao Ce listened to Director Mi nod, then said, "It seems this is a drawback. In fact, even losing just one percent of a person's consciousness is a significant loss..."

Master Mi nodded, then said to Xiao Ce, "Your Highness, it's still better than death... If you die, you have nothing... Besides, losing some bad memories is a good thing..."

Xiao Ce smiled when he heard what Director Mi said, and thought that what he said made sense...

"Alright, you guys keep watch here, we're going to rest first thing tomorrow morning..."

Director Mi nodded.

Xiao Ce then walked out and told Director Mi that he would sink the submarine to hide it...

Director Mi and the others naturally nodded in agreement...

...

This was at a time deep in a slum on the outskirts of Kyoto.

In fact, after the reforms, as long as everyone cooperates well with life, they can all live a very good life.

However, reforms always inevitably harm the interests of some people.

That group of people didn't want to cooperate with the reforms; they just slacked off. Over time, they all huddled together, forming this slum...

In this forgotten, abandoned sewer hub in the slum, a secret transformation has turned it into the core stronghold of the Zionist sect.

This restoration movement advocates for the reinstatement of all the systems previously in place of the Xiao Kingdom.

Although the Kingdom of Xiao is still called the Kingdom of Xiao, it has long since lost much of its former connection to the Kingdom of Xiao...

The air here was thick with the damp, musty smell, the acrid smoke from burning cheap grease, and a suppressed, almost frenzied whisper.

Under the dim light of an oil lamp, dozens of ragged but fanatical figures knelt on the ground, their rough hands clenched tightly, chanting incantations and repeatedly reciting proverbs such as "The true God purifies the filth" and "Burn away the false kings."

Their faces were a mixture of numbness and a morbid excitement, as if their souls had been ripped out, leaving only an instilled, pure will to destroy.

Deep within the lair, in a secret chamber separated by thick sheet metal and tattered canvas.

A burly man with a hideous scar on his face, codenamed "Scar Wolf," was kneeling on one knee with his head bowed deeply.

His rough fingers unconsciously dug into the cold earth, sweat trickling down his tense neck and soaking his dirty collar. He still reeked of gunpowder and blood; he was the leader of the attackers who had narrowly escaped the ambush earlier that day.

A figure sat in the shadows before him.

The man was completely shrouded in a large, light-absorbing black cloak, the hood pulled low, obscuring his face entirely. Only one hand, gloved in black leather, rested casually on the armrest of a simple wooden chair, the index finger tapping lightly and absently, producing a dull "tap-tap" sound.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent chamber, each note like a tap on Scar Wolf's taut heartstrings.

“My lord…my lord!” Scar Wolf’s voice was hoarse with the pain of surviving a disaster and deep fear: “The mission…failed.”

He recounted the ambush in as much detail as possible.

From the suddenness of the explosion, to the presidential guard's counterattack, to the three eerie blue beams that, like divine punishment, instantly obliterated three of the most formidable assassins, and the terrifying guards who were impervious to bullets, moved like ghosts, and severed heads and arms with a wave of their hands...

His description was incoherent, but the fear and shock were unmistakably real.

Actually, he was there the whole time when the suicide attack was launched...

However, he had been observing from the shadows...

After witnessing the crushing defeat, he ran away as fast as he could...

"That...that's not human! My lord! That blue light...it kills anyone who touches it! Even the corpses are charred! And those guards, they're impervious to blades and spears, incredibly strong, and faster than ghosts! Our people...our people are crushed like...like ants in front of them!"

Scarface's voice was filled with despair and incomprehension: "That Xiao Ce, that traitor... he... he's really back! And he's... protected by a devil!"

In the shadows, the tapping finger stopped.

A brief silence fell, as if even the air itself had frozen. Scarface's heart leaped into his throat, awaiting the anticipated thunderous rage and punishment.

However, he was met with a very soft, even slightly amused, chuckle.

"Ah......"

Laughter echoed in the shadow of the cloak, cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Scar Wolf, you did a great job."

The mysterious voice rang out, deep and hoarse.

The sound was extremely unpleasant to listen to.

Hearing the mysterious man's voice sent a chill down Scarface's spine, not because of praise, but because of the extreme disregard for life contained in his tone.

"Did...did it well?"

Scarface suddenly raised his head, his face contorted with excitement, his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.

He was even confused as to whether it was a compliment or a sarcastic remark...

"My lord! We have lost ten of our most loyal and fearless brothers! They...they didn't even leave behind a complete corpse! This...this is considered good? Please punish us, my lord..."

"Of course..."

The mysterious man's voice was completely flat, as if stating a simple fact: "You don't really think that you can assassinate the man called God by taking ten men with your homemade weapons and gunpowder?"

The mysterious man's words left Scarface even more confused...

He looked at the mysterious man with suspicion.

The mysterious man remained emotionless as he said, "Because this was just an operation, just a greeting. Just... confirmation."

The hand wearing a black glove slowly rose, its fingertips gleaming dimly in the faint light of the oil lamp.

Scarface was increasingly puzzled, but in front of this terrifying and mysterious man, he dared not waste any more words...

They simply lay prostrate on the ground, waiting quietly.

"The explosion was a sound for Xiao Ce to hear! The sacrifice was fireworks for him to see!"

"And the information you brought back—those blue beams of light, those inhuman guards!—is exactly the concrete information I need."

The mysterious man's tone carried an air of absolute composure: "Now I know, my information was correct! The information the High God gave me was accurate! First, Xiao Ce is indeed in Xiao Kingdom, near the capital. Second, he does indeed have guardians far surpassing those of this era by his side."