"Black Grandpa, you can wake up now."
"Hmm?"
Commander Fu Jian, who had just fallen asleep, opened his eyes alertly. His Mechanical Eye glowed, while his biological eye still held a trace of confusion that swiftly turned into astonishment.
The pain was gone?
The suffocating sensation caused by his brain modifications, like being held underwater, had also eased considerably.
Fu Jian even felt the vision in his one eye had recovered. His mind felt remarkably light, his thoughts sharp, as though he had returned to the prime of his life just after undergoing the modifications...
What?
Fu Jian sat up smoothly and raised a hand to touch his cheek.
Still mechanical.
For a moment, he thought he had returned to fifty or sixty years ago.
Fu Jian turned to the side and saw Wang Jixuan putting on the white Demon Helmet of the X Armor.
Wang Jixuan was drenched in sweat, and even his steps were somewhat unsteady.
Fu Jian asked, "How did you do it?"
"That's information that can't be disclosed for now."
Wang Jixuan took a sip of water and smiled.
"Dragonfly Aunt has been waiting for over half an hour. I'll go meet her. She's quite capable and good at gathering intelligence. I want her to provide me with some information about Psionicists, and she has needs of her own that I can fulfill... Black Grandpa, just get me a few thousand crystal cores as payment when you get back."
Fu Jian nodded. "No problem, but due to insufficient intelligence, payment will have to be made in installments."
Wang Jixuan pursed his lips and frowned. "Are you trying to control me this way?"
Fu Jian said seriously, "It's because transporting crystal cores in large quantities will be detected by the Psionic Capital's satellites."
"I believe you."
Wang