Deposed Crown Prince: After three years of service on the frontier, the entire court knelt and begge

Yin Pan'er nodded as if she understood, but didn't continue the conversation.

Xiao Ce was well aware that Yin Pan'er was a smart person, and that no matter how he responded to this topic, it would be inappropriate.

Keeping quiet is actually a better option now...

Xiao Ce took Yin Pan'er's hand and said, "Pan'er, don't worry, I have my plans..."

Seeing Xiao Ce's words, Yin Pan'er said with a face full of affection, "Of course, I know that... I feel at ease following you..."

Seeing this, Xiao Ce smiled at Yin Pan'er.

Of course, in the afternoon, Qi Lin was already waiting at Panshi Port.

In a warehouse-like building not far from the dock, guards carefully escorted more than twenty people inside.

These individuals were none other than the relatives, family members, and close friends of the core officials of the Xiao Kingdom who were suffering from terminal illnesses...

They were placed on makeshift beds or wheelchairs, their conditions varied, but all exuded an aura of decay...

Some had sallow complexions, were emaciated, and breathed as faintly as a spider's thread; some were tormented by illness and curled up in a ball, emitting suppressed groans; some had empty eyes, staring at the iron frame on the warehouse ceiling, as if their souls had already left their bodies.

Qin Shan, a young military officer under Han Da whose exceptional talent was severely damaged and who had only one month left to live, leaned against a stretcher with a pale face, his chest rising and falling almost imperceptibly.

The old man, whose wealth was comparable to that of a nation but who could not buy back his life, was being supported by two strong servants. His cloudy old eyes were straining to open, as if searching for something.

The old craftsman from the Tianji Institute, possessing extraordinary skills but plagued by a chronic illness and nearing the end of his life, rested his withered hands, trembling, on his knees. The air was thick with the stench of death, so heavy it was almost imperceptible.

These people were counting down the days until yesterday, when good news came to them.

That is to be brought back to life.

Of course, at first, when they heard the news from their respective family members and close friends...

They didn't believe it at all...

They all felt that their family and friends were lying to them so that they could live a few more days.

If that's the case, they might as well have died, because in the end, being tormented by illness would truly be worse than death...

However, after their family members and relatives finished telling them, they were told that this news was said by Xiao Ce, the famous Xiao Shen.

They suddenly regained their vitality; no one could believe such an outrageous thing.

However, since Xiao Ce, the God of War, said those words, they will believe him...

Actually, these people were even more lifeless before... but now that they hear there's a chance to survive, it adds a bit of vitality.

Of course, even though they had come here, they were all extremely nervous.

There is no other reason.

They came full of hope... They're truly afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment...

Just as the atmosphere fell into an extremely silent and eerie state, the side door of the warehouse was slid open...

Then, a tall figure walked in, escorted by Yin Pan'er and several android warriors, and the deathly silence seemed to be punctured by a spark.

It was Xiao Ce.

His appearance instantly ignited this land of despair.

Xiao Ce's appearance was all too familiar to them.

Every household has his portrait...

"Your Highness! It's Your Highness!"

Someone mustered all their strength and uttered the first hoarse shout, their voice filled with unbelievable excitement.

It was as if a drop of water had fallen into boiling oil, and the warehouse instantly came to a boil...

"Your Highness! It really is Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, save me! Please, Your Highness, have mercy!"

"This humble subject pays respects to Your Highness! Long live Your Highness!"

Excitement, ecstasy, awe, disbelief...

All sorts of emotions, like a flood bursting its banks, washed away the numbness and despair brought on by the illness.

Those who were originally on the verge of death and could barely lift a finger suddenly burst forth with astonishing power from nowhere.

They struggled to get up from their beds and wheelchairs, wanting to bow down to that savior-like figure...

thump! thump! thump!

Those who were quicker had already rolled to the ground, their foreheads slamming heavily against the cold cement.

Those who moved slowly, supported by some guards, laboriously bent over and bowed their heads, making the most devout gesture of worship. Even the elderly Mr. Qian, who was being supported, broke free from the servant's arm, trembling as he tried to kneel down, tears streaming down his face.

"Your Highness... Your Highness is here! It's true... This old man... This old man is saved..."

Old Master Qian cried out, sobbing uncontrollably.

On the stretcher, Qin Shan struggled to prop himself up, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented light, and he hissed, "This humble general... Qin Shan... greets Your Highness!"

The old craftsman from the Heavenly Mechanism Institute trembled with excitement: "Your Highness...I...Is there anything else I can do for the Heavenly Mechanism Institute?"

The entire warehouse was filled with the sounds of worship, tears of gratitude, and heavy breathing and coughing from excitement.

These people's families were the most powerful people in Xiao Kingdom, and they had consulted many famous doctors, trying both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

They were all given a death sentence by those famous doctors!

For these people, Xiao Ce's appearance was a shot in the arm, making them feel that their chronic illnesses had been somewhat alleviated.

The hope of life has never been so real.

Qi Lin and his guards stood solemnly to one side, watching this scene of fervent yet tragic devotion, like that of believers on a pilgrimage, and felt a deep empathy within them. These guards were all his trusted confidants!

They knew full well that they were doomed, and now that they knew there was hope of survival, they would be even happier and more excited...

They understood more deeply why those Zionist madmen were so terrified and hostile to the man before them.

The power he wielded was almost divine.

Although Xiao Ce has consistently denied it, resurrection has always been a divine power...

Xiao Ce's expression was calm, his eyes deep and unfathomable. He raised his hand and pressed down, an invisible aura of authority spreading out, instantly silencing the noisy warehouse, leaving only suppressed sobs and heavy breathing.

"Everyone, please get up."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone who heard it felt their souls gain strength.

In reality, it's mostly psychological suggestion.

"I have come here today not to receive your great gifts, but to fulfill my promise and give you a chance to live."

He walked slowly to the center of the warehouse, his gaze sweeping over the faces etched with pain and longing, and continued:

"Marshal Handa has informed you of the situation. I do possess a method that can help you escape the torment of illness and be reborn. This method is called Consciousness Translation, which can separate your consciousness, or what you commonly call your soul, from this ravaged body and translate it into a newly created 'simulated body'."

These words caused another suppressed commotion in the warehouse, and a burning flame of hope ignited in everyone's eyes.

Xiao Ce abruptly changed the subject, his tone turning icy cold, as if doused with ice water:

"However, this method is no small matter, and its advantages and disadvantages must be clearly explained! Listen carefully!"

Instantly, the warehouse was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at Xiao Ce.

In fact, they had already told their respective families and friends a lot about it.

They naturally accepted it all, after all, they were already on the verge of death...

They didn't interrupt, they just listened quietly...

"Firstly, this is a translation, not ordinary treatment. During the process, your existing physical bodies will be rendered useless after the consciousness is successfully translated. In fact, this means that you will die in a certain sense! You will completely bid farewell to your flesh and blood bodies and become simulated humans constructed with special materials and energy cores! From then on, you will no longer suffer from birth, aging, sickness and death. Your physical strength will far exceed that of ordinary people, and your lifespan will be almost infinite!"

Nearly infinite life! A body far beyond the ordinary!

These words struck like a thunderbolt in everyone's hearts. Those confined to their sickbeds, constantly threatened by death, had an almost instinctive longing for these two things.

Their eyes were shining; wasn't this clearly a good thing?

Seeing this, Xiao Ce's voice became even more solemn: "Don't be too happy yet, everyone."

"This technology was not created by me; it originated elsewhere. Its core principle is to copy and translate your consciousness into new bodies. Once the consciousness translation is initiated, it is irreversible! You will forever bid farewell to your physical bodies! Moreover, although my subordinates have done their utmost to strive for perfection in the translation process, there are still risks. The integrity of consciousness may be damaged, and some memories may be lost or blurred! This is a limitation of the technology, which cannot be completely avoided by human effort!"

"The worst-case scenario is that you might forget who you are. You are who you are because you have memories... Once people lose their memories, you become no different from them... Moreover, once this happens, it's irreversible..."

Upon hearing Xiao Ce's words, everyone's expressions turned serious.

Could memories be blurred or lost?

A look of confusion and unease crossed everyone's faces.

But for those living under the shadow of death, this may not seem unacceptable.

A resolute glint flashed in Qin Shan's eyes: "Your Highness! As long as I can fight on the battlefield again, even if I forget the past, I will have no regrets!"

As long as I can live and get rid of this burden, what does it matter if my memory is a little blurry?

Those nearby nodded in agreement after hearing Qin Shan's words: "That's right, living is always better than dying... We may not remember our memories, but we have family, we have friends... I believe they will tell us about our past..."

Everyone listened and began to express their opinions.

After listening to everyone's statements, Xiao Ce smiled and nodded: "Very good. The most important point! The origin of this technology is unclear. Although I control the equipment, I cannot guarantee that there are no deeper secrets or manipulation methods behind it. After becoming simulated humans, will your core consciousness be perceived, influenced, or even... controlled by some higher-level being? This is unknown, and it is my biggest concern! I cannot guarantee your absolute safety!"

Unknown control? The joy on everyone's faces faltered slightly. To be controlled, to lose oneself—that was more terrifying than death. A deathly silence fell over the warehouse as people pondered.

Xiao Ce paused for a moment, allowing the weighty message to settle in everyone's hearts, before continuing:

"Fourth, once you successfully transform into simulated humans, you will possess power far exceeding that of ordinary people. For the stability of the nation and to prevent future troubles, you must uniformly accept my control! Your actions must obey orders! This is not a transaction, but the responsibility and constraint you must bear after becoming simulated humans! You will no longer belong solely to yourselves, but also to the Xiao Kingdom and to the order that I, the king, need to protect!"

Unified management, obedience, and the loss of some freedom—this is almost an inevitable price to pay.

Xiao Ce's voice echoed in the empty warehouse:

"The advantages and disadvantages are clear. This method is not a smooth road; the path ahead may be thorny, or even lead to an unknown abyss. It is like a double-edged sword, giving you new life and power, but also potentially bringing constraints and unpredictable risks. Your current bodies are already flickering candles; the worst outcome of this method is nothing more than returning to dust, no different from your original destiny. However, once you have chosen, there is no turning back! Your flesh and blood bodies will be forever separated, your consciousness will be transferred to non-human bodies, and you will have to obey me for life!"

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the crowd once more, his voice carrying its last ounce of strength:

"I will ask you one more time! Are you willing to abandon this broken body and embrace this unknown new life? Are you willing to bear the possible risks and accept my control? Now, if anyone has doubts and is unwilling to take this perilous path, you may withdraw immediately! I will not blame you and will send people to make proper arrangements and do my best to prolong your lives using ordinary methods. The choice is in your hands!"

Xiao Ce's words resonated like a powerful bell, striking deep into everyone's hearts. The pros and cons were laid bare, risks and opportunities coexisted, and the shadow of unknown control was particularly terrifying.

However, death's scythe was already at their necks, and their heavy breathing, intense pain, and gradual weakening were clear reminders of the cruelty of reality.

After a brief silence, it erupted like a volcano!

"Your Highness! This humble subject is willing! This humble subject is willing!"

Old Master Qian was the first to shout out in a hoarse voice, tears streaming down his face. He struggled to kneel down again and cried out, "This old man's body has long been exhausted and in pain day and night! To be granted a new life by Your Highness and freed from this living hell is something I would gladly endure even if it meant going through mountains of knives and seas of fire! From now on, if Your Highness has any orders, this old man... no, this new body of mine will be at your disposal! I will not say a word!"

He didn't care about any vague or ethereal control; he only cared about escaping the excruciating pain and the suffocating feeling of death at this moment.

"This humble general, Qin Shan! I am willing to serve as an interpreter! I am willing to be the vanguard for Your Highness! Even if I am mentally impaired, even if I am controlled by others, as long as I can fight again for Your Highness and for the Xiao Kingdom, I will have no regrets even if I die a hundred times!" Qin Shan, on the stretcher, shouted excitedly with burning eyes...