Wang Jixuan used a cloth curtain to set up a temporary little private room.
He did not rashly use a signature technique like the Soul-Capturing Talisman. He merely formed a hand seal and silently recited an incantation.
A faint glimmer seeped into the room.
Meng Caiyuan's soul, which had already been on the verge of leaving his body, slowly sat up and passed through the barrier of the Nutrient Pod.
The boy froze for a moment. He lowered his head to look at his body lying inside the pod, then calmly looked toward Wang Jixuan, who wore a helmet.
The boy's voice appeared within Wang Jixuan's mind.
The two communicated in silence.
"Who are you?" The boy's voice carried a hint of timidity.
"Codename Black Storm, a military Psionicist," Wang Jixuan introduced himself telepathically. "My ability is occasionally talking to the souls of people who are about to die."
"Understood, Mr. Storm," the boy asked. "What do you need me to do?"
Wang Jixuan stared at the soul. "Can you communicate with Blade Beasts?"
The boy seemed to think it over.
His emotions were unexpectedly calm, so calm that there was not the slightest ripple, like a... polite machine.
"It cannot really be called communication. At most, I can give them simple commands."
The boy spoke softly:
"According to the professors and researchers, it is a kind of interference signal that enters the Blade Beasts' communication system. Low-level Blade Beasts identify me as a General-Class Blade Beast lifeform.
"Likewise, this requires some equipment. Due to my physical condition, the Psionic Fluctuation I can release is very weak.
"They usually jokingly call that device an amplifier."
Wang Jixuan became more curious about the boy and asked as gently as possible, "Haven't you been unconscious the whole time? Why do you know