"What did you do..."
Gao Huating clutched her forehead and asked with a frown.
The woman on the throne lowered her head to look at her, delight in her eyes.
The woman gently raised her hand, and the full-body armor on Gao Huating fell away on its own, as if it had developed a will of its own.
Wearing a skintight Pressure Suit, Gao Huating collapsed to the floor as waves of dizziness and nausea washed over her.
The woman's lovely voice rang out. "You are still too weak. As my reincarnation, it is time for you to receive power. The timing is just right."
Gao Huating asked softly, "What did you do... What does Number One Prisoner mean... Is that me?"
"You are the master here."
The woman said softly:
"You are me, only the present version of me.
"You have not yet merged with my memories, so for now, you cannot understand us."
"What does Number One Prisoner mean?"
Gao Huating gradually adapted to her physical discomfort. Supporting herself against a nearby chair, she stood up. Her Pressure Suit made her slender figure look somewhat frail.
Gao Huating swallowed and glared at the woman.
"Are you going to do something to Commander Wang Zheng?
"What exactly are you planning?
"Have you ever told me a single truth? You say I am you. Is this how you deceive yourself? You have been using me, lying to me, turning me into your mental puppet!"
The woman closed her eyes and sighed softly.
She corrected her. "Not a mental puppet. You are the reincarnated form of my soul. You should be the continuation of my spirit."
"Isn't that just a puppet!"
"But you are an independent individual."
"You said you wanted to forget the misery and mistakes of your civilization."
"Yes,