Midnight Child No. 3, Welcome to Transia

Sister Cement was an "illegal immigrant."

Before she'd played herself into paralysis, she hadn't filled out that complicated game application. As she put it, someone as clever as her couldn't be expected to queue up like an idiot.

But after she was rescued and brought back home, Loyal Brother insisted so strongly that she reluctantly dragged her sick body through the application process. Like the other players, she then waited until she received her game helmet.

Her helmet, like Pants-Off Ah Feng's, was clearly custom-made. Not only was its color and appearance different, even the design of the helmet itself was unusual. Compared to the motorcycle-style helmets Madam Shui was familiar with, Sister Cement's had an obvious extra module.

It was the first time Sister Cement had seen such a strange device that could perform a "soul transfer."

Her researcher's fervor was instantly roused. She eagerly started thinking of ways to take the thing apart, but in her current wretched physical condition, she clearly couldn't manage it. Madam Shui also didn't want to see her mess around again and provoke the mysterious Observer.

So without giving her a choice, Madam Shui pinned Sister Cement to the hospital bed and, as she struggled, fitted the helmet over her head.

"Hey!"

"Idiot! Use high-tech equipment according to the manual. Don't go messing around and break it. There's no after-sales service for this thing. If you really take it apart, there's probably no one in the world who can put it back together."

The instant the helmet was put on, Sister Cement stopped struggling.

Most likely, some program had been activated, plunging her body into a deep sleep. The readings on the machines connected around her also settled down, leaving Madam Shui and the doctors nearby marveling in amazement.

But for Sister Cement,