Consciousness Upload

Soon, various instruments were wheeled over one after another, and the staff quickly connected them to my head.

These instruments emitted buzzing and ticking sounds, as if conveying some sort of message to me.

Their surfaces flickered with a faint light, creating an atmosphere that felt both mysterious and highly technological.

As the equipment continued to operate, I could feel a weak current flowing across my scalp, triggering a strange sensation I couldn't help but notice.

One of the devices resembled a massive helmet; it fit tightly against my head, connected to the other equipment by countless thin wires.

This helmet seemed capable of reading my brainwaves and converting them into visualized data.

Another instrument looked like a transparent sphere, filled with flickering lights and complex patterns.

This sphere appeared to simulate my thought processes and display them in an intuitive way.

There were also several small sensors attached to my scalp, monitoring physiological indicators like my heart rate and blood pressure to provide more comprehensive data for the research.

"I will now explain the basic situation of this experiment to you; after all, you have the right to know.

Regarding this consciousness uploading experiment, it currently remains at a theoretical stage, and there have been no successful cases yet.

More importantly, consciousness extraction will cause severe damage to the brain, which means it is either a success or death," the researcher said with a solemn expression.

"However, there is no need to be overly worried.

We have achieved a breakthrough in the latest theory; we discovered the microscopic quantum structure of the human brain. Based on this research, we can upload consciousness to a quantum computer, though this process will leave your consciousness in a state of quantum superposition, which might cause it to be transmitted to other parts of the universe during the process of quantum entanglement.

Still, current technical theory predicts a success rate for the upload as high as 30%! If you round that up, it's basically one hundred percent."

What kind of logic is that? What the hell, rounding up to 100%! Even if it's 30%, there is no way it rounds up to 100%!

Whatever. Since it's death either way, I might as well give it a shot! Perhaps this time, I can find life within the jaws of death?

"Whatever makes you happy. I don't really have a choice, do I? I'll take the gamble; maybe I'll survive."

"You're quite open-minded. I hope you survive," the researcher said, feigning ease, though his eyes betrayed a hint of worry and helplessness.

He knew the experiment was extremely dangerous; this might be the last time they would ever see each other.

However, facing the impending challenge, he could only offer encouragement and blessings.

"The consciousness uploading process will require craniotomy surgery to link deeply with your brain.

But don't worry, it won't be very painful. The brain has no pain receptors, but please do not move around, or unnecessary accidents will occur. We cannot anesthetize you, because only if your consciousness is clear will the possibility of a successful upload be high."

"Understood. Please proceed with the experiment quickly. My whole body is already in great pain; I don't think I can last more than a few days with this genetic collapse caused by nuclear radiation."

Several hours later, lying on the operating table and watching all the preparations being completed, I could even see my own brain through the reflection in the instrument's mirror.

It was truly a horrifying sight, yet surprisingly, I felt no pain.

"The experiment is ready. Are you mentally prepared?" the researcher asked with concern.

"I am ready. Begin."

"3... 2... 1..."

"Good luck."

That was the last sentence I heard. Immediately after, I felt a sharp sting in my brain. It felt as if my consciousness were detaching from my body; even the pain from the nuclear radiation began to fade, replaced by a sense of detachment from my soul.

I saw the bizarre and kaleidoscopic universe; I felt as if I were at the center of an infinite cosmos, and then my soul felt like it was drifting aimlessly.

Finally, I found a direction. My consciousness told me where I should go, and then my senses seemed to plunge into an infinite darkness.

Beep, beep, beep...

Vital signs lost. Consciousness reading successful. Uploading... No consciousness upload information received.

"Sigh, the experiment failed again. I really hope that optimistic young man could have survived. But the consciousness reading actually succeeded—the theory of keeping the read consciousness in a state of quantum superposition was correct. Why wasn't the consciousness information captured? It couldn't have traveled to another world, could it?"

"I must be too tired lately to even think of such an absurd idea."

Li Yingyue's consciousness drifted endlessly in the darkness, as if he had arrived in a void without end.

Countless fragmented memories flashed through my mind at high speed, as if dragged forward by an invisible force, leaving me no room to resist.

Just as I was about to be swallowed by the endless darkness, a dazzling light suddenly flashed. My consciousness jolted violently, and it felt as if I had been pulled out from the abyss.

Yingyue found himself in a strange world.

Suddenly, a sharp pain surged through his brain, as if countless needles were piercing his nerves.

I couldn't help but grit my teeth; cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead, and my vision began to blur.

Countless memory fragments echoed in his mind, like a fast-forwarded movie.

Some of those images were my own memories, while others were strange memories that did not originally belong to me.

I saw my life in my original world—the faces of my parents, the smiles of my friends—while simultaneously seeing the various aspects of this world: the daily life in Konoha, the training of the ninjas, and even several battles.

I suddenly realized that these memories were not just mine; they also belonged to the original owner of this body.

My soul had transmigrated here, not appearing out of thin air, but occupying the body of someone who already existed.

And the original owner of this body was a rookie who had just embarked on his ninja career.

"What... is going on?" Li Yingyue gritted his teeth, struggling to clear the chaos in his mind.

Ying Yue knew he had to adapt to this identity as quickly as possible, or he could lose his life at any moment in this dangerous world.

As his memories gradually cleared, he learned that the original owner of this body was named Uchiha Ying Yue. Li Yingyue tried hard to steady his breathing, forcing himself to calm down.

Ying Yue knew that since he had already taken over this body, he had to accept this identity and abide by the rules of this world.

Ying Yue looked down at himself and discovered he was wearing a strange outfit, with a small pouch hanging at his waist containing a few kunai and a scroll.

As Ying Yue's fingers brushed against it, he actually felt a surge of powerful energy flowing through his body—this was chakra!

Li Yingyue realized his thoughts were in disarray and couldn't help but question himself silently: Wasn't I on the operating table undergoing a consciousness upload experiment? How did I suddenly end up in this world? Could the experiment have malfunctioned? This thought flashed through his mind, his heart gave a violent jolt, and the cold sweat on his forehead grew even denser.

Could this be... a transmigration? Li Yingyue thought, filled with shock and uncertainty. He tried to organize his thoughts, but the memories in his mind and his perception of reality kept intertwining, leaving Ying Yue at a loss for where to begin.