With the sound of the wall slowly turning, the wall swung open like a hidden door, revealing... something much like the life-support unit holding the brain tis—
sue before her: a glass
tank.
What puzzled Yuxuan was that this glass tank did not contain brain tissue, but a... baby. A baby
girl.
"What is this?"
Yuxuan frowned as she looked at the glass tank. Meanwhile, between this tank and the one holding Fang Yinglong, there appeared a...
chair?
"You are my flesh and blood. There is no denying that. So even after taking your body, I will still give you another one.
"This is a complete body cloned from your blood when you first awoke in the apocalypse.
"It has no genetic defects, but it is vastly different from your current body. Essentially, it is no
different from an ordinary person's."
"You... you intend to transfer my consciousness into this body? Then take over mine?"
Yuxuan frowned at the glass tank holding the brain tissue. This plan really was insidious.
The synthesized electronic voice spoke slowly. "You need not be afraid. Consciousness-transfer technology is already highly advanced. As long as you do not resist,
you can go on living."
Yuxuan looked at the tiny baby inside the glass tank. She looked barely more than a year old. Fang Yinglong... really had thought
of everything. He had blocked every way forward and every way
back, leaving her only this one path, and even that was firmly under his control. If not for...
Looking down at her hands, Yuxuan slowly closed her eyes. The room fell deathly silent once more.
About five minutes passed. Whatever Yuxuan had been thinking, she slowly opened her eyes, then walked toward the chair without
the slightest hesitation
and slowly sat down.
"Begin..."
After sitting in the