Zhao Bai found it strange. He had never expected Theresa to do this merely to make him feel guilty, so that she could then arrange for him to work in Stigmata Space.
He had not noticed at all.
Perhaps he simply could not imagine that Theresa was actually so clever.
After closing the restaurant, they were taken to the laboratory.
On the way, Theresa arranged the beds over the phone. Stigmata Space was dangerous, after all. It was a connection between minds; even if a consciousness had long since faded, the souls of heroes were not to be underestimated.
While Theresa solemnly explained the details, Zhao Bai's thoughts drifted beyond the universe.
He wondered what his own stigmata would be like.
Someone like Zhao Bai should be able to produce an independent stigmata, right?
What would it be?
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He was not sure. Before Zhao Bai could figure out what his own character portrait would look like, they arrived at their destination.
Peaceful St. Freya Academy hid violence completely at odds with its appearance beneath the ground. There were numerous Honkai energy furnaces, with a total output of several trillion kilowatt-hours—enough to keep an entire city-state airborne.
Beside the furnaces was the Honkai energy laboratory.
It too was hidden underground.
Unlike the bustling scene Zhao Bai had imagined, everything here was automated, its technology far beyond the current world's level. A chair fitted with a helmet stood before him, bathed in cold light.
They really had everything prepared.
Zhao Bai took a deep breath and, without another word, lay down in the chair.
Click.
Theresa opened the glass chamber and placed the stone tablet, along with the stigmata, into a conductive solution, connecting it to the helmet.
Zhao Bai immediately felt the world spin as