When Bo Saixi woke up, she felt like a salted fish that had been tossed into a washing machine.
Her head was buzzing, filled with that maddening tune, "The vast horizon is my love," and Orochimaru's academic lecture on "how to painlessly remove the frontal lobe."
She instinctively tried to summon her Soul Power and give the bastard who'd used her as a battery a vicious blast.
But...
Nothing happened.
Her body was completely drained. She couldn't muster even a shred of strength, let alone Soul Power. Her vast, sea-like Soul Power, which had reached the peak of Rank 99, was as if someone had sucked it all dry through a straw, leaving not a drop behind.
"Well, look who's awake. Not bad, ma'am. You woke up ten minutes ahead of schedule."
The voice she hated so much she could grind her teeth at it sounded from above.
Bo Saixi's eyes snapped open.
She realized she wasn't locked away in some dark dungeon. Instead, she was lying on a... cold stainless-steel operating table?
The room was filled with blinding white lights, and the air smelled like a mixture of disinfectant and machine oil.
Qin Feng was wearing a lab coat and rubber gloves. He held a gleaming scalpel and kept sizing her up, looking as focused as someone picking out a choice slab of pork belly.
Beside him, the wolf-like weirdo was taking notes.
"Boss, this woman's body is pretty interesting." Grey Wolf sniffed. "There's a special layer of keratin on her skin that automatically filters the salt out of seawater and withstands high pressure. If we peeled it off and made it into a submarine's outer hull, we could increase its diving depth by at least two thousand meters!"
Bo Saixi: "!!!"
Peel off her skin?!
"You wouldn't dare!"