Zhang Hao trusted Mi Feng deeply and never doubted what he said. Ever since they began working together, Zhang Hao's life had changed completely. For that, he was still very grateful to Mi Feng.
He lay down in the secret coffin, and the lid closed of its own accord. Then he lost control of his body, with only his thoughts still able to move. All around him was darkness. Suddenly, he realized: his body had changed.
A piercing pain spread through his entire body. Zhang Hao knew this was his soul adapting, and he also understood clearly that if his body couldn't bear his soul, then once it collapsed, his soul would return to the Original Body. So he wasn't afraid of transferring his soul this time. He wouldn't die, and he didn't need to.
The painful part didn't last long this time, while the period of blissful comfort lasted a little longer.
All his senses returned. Then his whole body felt numb and limp, but as long as he could feel anything, there was no problem. In other words, his soul had successfully transferred into the clone.
After a great deal of effort, he climbed out of the crystal coffin and put on the clothes he'd prepared. His hands and legs were weak, and he barely managed to get dressed before lying down on the floor of the bridgehead and falling fast asleep. There weren't many ways to nurture the soul, and sleeping was the most effective. The saying that a good night's sleep could make everything better was true.
He had no idea how long he slept, but at last Zhang Hao woke up. When he got to his feet, he felt refreshed and full of energy, though his stomach started rumbling like crazy. After calling out to Mi Feng, he hurried back to the villa. Time in the bridgehead and time in the real world were different; the time outside barely counted. Once back at the villa, he started stuffing himself.
This was the body's first meal. With the help of the Nano-machine, Zhang Hao ate around ten pounds of rice and twenty or thirty pounds of meat and vegetables. After a trip to the bathroom, his body and soul were finally in balance.
Zhang Hao stood before the enormous mirror, feeling a little dazed. When he'd designed the body, he'd focused only on making it perfect. But now that he was actually using it, he realized it wasn't just handsome—it was far too beautiful. Even he found looking at himself a pleasure.
His skin was flawless, and his brows, eyes, nose, and lips were as exquisitely lovely as a painting.
Zhang Hao began to worry. He'd gone too far. His face was so beautiful that he didn't know what to do. He scratched his head with a wry smile, but even that faint smile made his heart ache a little. Only then did he realize this was his own face. He couldn't help groaning inwardly: What am I doing? With a face like this, how am I supposed to go out and face people? I look completely different.
As long as he liked it, what was the point of regretting it?
Mi Feng appeared again.
Zhang Hao said, "I don't regret it. I'm just wondering how I'm supposed to face people. The people who knew me before won't recognize me."
They will! Anyone controlled by your Nano-machine will recognize you, and won't have any doubts.
Even if they do, just give them a Nano-machine! Control them, and that's that!
Zhang Hao didn't know many people, so it wasn't really a big problem. He was just feeling guilty, since his appearance had changed so drastically, and his ID card was still the old one and didn't match his face.
Your new ID card is already done. Cheng Yuan will bring it over. As for everything else, don't worry; it's all taken care of.
Mi Feng knew Zhang Hao was uneasy, so he gave him an answer straightaway.
Zhang Hao asked in disbelief, "Really?"
Just then, Cheng Yuan called. "General Manager Zhang, you left your ID card in my car. I'm already at the door."
Zhang Hao opened the door, and Cheng Yuan came in with the ID card in his hand. When he saw Zhang Hao, he didn't look surprised at all, as if Zhang Hao had always looked this way.
After Cheng Yuan left, Zhang Hao examined the ID card several times and exclaimed, "Interesting! Hahaha, interesting!" Then he asked, "Great One, I have a few questions. Can you explain something to me? Apart from crossing the bridgehead through time and space, are there any other ways to improve the soul?"
Of course!
Sleeping is one way. Besides that, the more people who know you, the more your soul will improve.
Zhang Hao asked in surprise, "More people who know me? What do you mean?"
It's not about how many people you know. It's about how many people know you. That can help improve your soul.
Mi Feng was lying. He actually knew of a way to cultivate the soul, but it wasn't appropriate to bring it up now, so he came up with this idea to distract Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao was dumbfounded. He understood what Mi Feng meant. If other people knew about you, there were a few ways to achieve that: become a high-ranking official with enough exposure, or become a host, actor, artist, or something similar, all of which brought plenty of exposure. That way, enough people would know you.
Of course, becoming a major entrepreneur or a big-time capitalist would also bring plenty of exposure.
With Zhang Hao's temperament, he didn't want any of those careers. He wanted to keep a low profile.
"Becoming an official is out of the question. I can't sing, dance, or act, and I'm not interested in any of them. As for becoming a famous businessman or a well-known entrepreneur, I can't do that either. I have a little money, but there are too many rich people in this world. What I have doesn't amount to anything."
"So forget about this way of improving the soul."
"You coward! You're such a coward!"
Zhang Hao had no answer. He really was a coward. There was nothing he could do; it was just who he was. If no one forced him, he'd rather hide away in the villa, read books, cook, and paint. Those were the things he enjoyed.
After a while, Zhang Hao said, "Fine, I'm a coward. But you can't expect me to act or sing when I don't know how. And don't even mention becoming an official. I'm just not cut out for it!"
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
What the hell is there to say? Would it help?
Zhang Hao couldn't help laughing to himself. It was rare to hear Mi Feng swear.
The next day, another huge pile of things arrived. Workers set the wooden crates, big and small, in the yard and left. After the gate was closed, ten Machine Ants came to move them.
Zhang Hao watched from the side; he didn't need to lift a finger. Ever since he got the Machine Ants, they'd even taken care of cleaning. They usually did it at night, and by the next day, the entire villa was spotless, with barely any dust on the floor.
The crates were opened right there in the yard, and Zhang Hao discovered there was even a grand piano, along with all sorts of appliances he couldn't identify.
A high-end recording studio was quickly set up on the second floor of the villa. The Machine Ants installed all kinds of musical instruments, recording equipment, and filming gear.
Zhang Hao asked in surprise, "Great One, what are you planning to do?"
You have some free time right now. Since you don't know how to do this or that, I'm going to teach you a few things.
Zhang Hao immediately realized he'd made the Great One angry. He was going to make him suffer. Zhang Hao wanted to escape, but found he couldn't even take a step. "Great One, I was wrong. I was wrong..."
Now you know you were wrong? Fine, you're going to study hard. Understand?
"Yes! Yes! Great One, I'll study hard... I'll study hard..."
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