Body modification

We bought some food and then returned to our accommodation, which was 13 Progress Street as shown on Ezreal's profile.

But when I went inside, I discovered that people actually lived there!

My arrival and Huo Su's startled him. "Who are you? Why did you suddenly break into my house?"

"Your home? What's your name?"

"My name is Ezreal, and I own this house."

"Ha ha..."

The person in front of me laughed out loud. Was this some kind of fake Wukong drama?

The real and fake Wukong should look identical; this is clearly a dark-skinned boy, what is he trying to do?

Huo Su didn't react for a moment. "Ezreal? He has the same name as you!"

"What do you mean, he's an imposter!"

The young man panicked. He knew his identity had been exposed and suddenly rushed towards us, probably trying to break down the door.

Huo Su reacted quickly, punching him back. The black boy was also quite strong, flipping over and escaping through the window.

Huo Su wanted to chase after him, but I stopped her. "Don't chase him. Look how clean this house is; he must have cleaned it. Compared to him, we're the outsiders!"

"He could have spoken properly; impersonating someone else is wrong!"

"Judging from his appearance, he seems to be from Zaun. He probably had no one to rely on, and since no one lived here, he settled down."

I walked around the room and found a lot of small parts, some of which were glowing with a blue-green light. They were Hextech Creations!

Maybe the black kid also likes to tinker with inventions and the like, but Piltover has strict censorship, so he impersonated me.

On the table were the dishes he had just prepared, which smelled quite delicious, and the food was unusual—it consisted of stir-fries and rice.

I've only had this kind of food twice in Runeterra: once in Gragas and once at Li Yuanbao's place in Zaun.

It seems this dark-skinned boy knows Li Yuanbao and has learned his skills.

Actually, if he doesn't run away, I wouldn't mind having dinner together, and I wouldn't mind handing over this place to him, since I won't be staying for long anyway.

Huo Su hadn't really liked food outside since leaving Hearth-Home, but the aroma of the food perked him up.

"What is this Ezreal? It smells so good!"

"This is a specialty stir-fry from Zaun. You haven't been eating much these past few days, have you? Come and try it!"

"Um!"

Huo Su wolfed down his food, quickly finishing both plates of vegetables and a small pot of rice. Only then did he remember me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ezreal, I forgot about you, hehe."

"It's okay, I don't care what I eat. I haven't even touched the food I just bought."

"You just said this is a specialty dish of Zaun, and that black kid is also from Zaun. Where is Zaun?"

"Right below here is a port city much larger than this one."

What is a port?

"It's a city located by the sea. You've never seen the ocean before, have you?"

"No." Huo Su shook her head, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Let's go to Zaun together tomorrow and visit the port. You'll be amazed when you see the ocean!"

"Okay, let's get some rest then, we'll set off tomorrow!"

After Huo Su rested, I quietly slipped out; it was time to take this opportunity to find Camille.

I cautiously made my way to her mansion, and then used Arcane Shift to leap inside.

But the moment their feet touched the ground, they immediately felt a murderous intent enveloping them!

In fact, my reaction was slow; by the time I sensed the killing intent Camille was already standing in front of me.

She pressed the blade against my neck. "Tell me your purpose, and I'll give you a quick death."

"Don't rush into action. I'm only resorting to this tactic because I can't get in from the front. I'll say a few words and then leave."

"You can talk, but you can't leave."

Camille was as stern as ever, but I knew she wasn't a bad person, just a bit rough around the edges.

"I want to ask you if you've ever had a dream about a pair of evil eyes..."

No, I don't dream.

"Okay, I have one more thing..."

Actually, I came to ask about dreams. The reason I mentioned something else was to distract her. Just as Camille was waiting for me to continue with the other thing, I quickly pressed the Spatial Jump button and waited to be teleported.

But after a moment I didn't leave, my body hit the grappling hook and bounced back!

"Good idea, but you've chosen the wrong opponent. Your Hextech Device is nothing more than a child's toy in front of me."

"Wait, don't make a move! I'm also a member of the Phiros Family, and I was just saying a few words; I meant no harm!"

"I have no intention of killing you. Since you are a Ferros, then continue to serve this family!"

After Camille finished speaking, a guard came in and knocked me unconscious...

When I woke up, I found myself inside a mechanical device, with my hands and feet completely bound.

Are they going to use me for experiments? That can't be that cruel, can it?

I don't know how much time passed, but I heard people talking outside:

"Is this kid worth our resources? I don't think he can withstand the Project Armor."

"This is the master's order; we don't need to think about anything else."

"Alright, this Project Armor is the culmination of almost a month's work, I just don't want to waste it."

What is his code name?

"I haven't decided yet. The last one was about sublimation; this one should be about blossoming."

It seems Camille really intends to use me for experiments, and, quite "honorably," I've become a member of "Project Source."

How come I've never heard of Camille having such a project before?

If we had Project Warrior like these in the Vastaya War, they would be a huge asset.

But thinking about these things is useless now. I don't know how to go back to the previous timeline, nor do I know how much longer I can stay conscious.

I may soon become a killing machine.

The experiment came sooner than I expected; Camille arrived shortly after their conversation ended.

She ordered her people to turn on the equipment, strip me naked, and then plug in various wires and test tubes.

The most terrifying thing is that I can't feel any pain at all, as if my body doesn't belong to me, and even my inner struggle gradually subsides.

It's obvious that I'm about to become a machine.

This feeling of powerlessness is truly unbearable, like struggling helplessly in the whirlpool of fate, just as I felt before I came into this world.

No, I need to calm down and find a way to fight back against their attempts to erase my consciousness.

In this situation, I can only give myself deep psychological suggestions in the hope that I will be able to recover from the stimulus in the future.

The suggestion must be strong enough, otherwise it will have no effect.

Naturally, I memorized the name "Sivir," hoping that she would become a key to unlocking my mind when we met again...