Three days later, Chaos Entertainment Company headquarters.
Inside a highly classified laboratory, the atmosphere was exceptionally grave.
Dozens of the world's leading neuroscientists, brain-computer interface experts, and game engineers sat gathered together, every face etched with anxiety and concern.
On the large screen, Mo Chen's figure remained trapped within the game world of Chaos. His image appeared somewhat illusory, as though he might vanish at any moment.
Yet compared to the beginning, he no longer looked quite so despairing. It seemed he had found some way to survive within the game world.
The chief scientist rose to his feet, adjusted his glasses, drew a deep breath, and said solemnly:
"Based on our detailed analysis of Mo Chen's condition, his consciousness has indeed been trapped inside the game system.
The chief scientist adjusted his glasses, his expression grave.
"The neural link anomaly from a year ago caused his brain waves to be mistakenly captured by the system and uploaded to the game server. His body, meanwhile, fell into a vegetative state due to the separation of his consciousness."
President Bai was silent for a while before asking, "What about now?"
After pondering for a moment, the chief scientist answered, "In theory, we need to establish a stable neural link channel again and guide his consciousness back into his body."
The plan sounded feasible, but the scientist immediately added:
"However, this is an extremely dangerous procedure. The slightest misstep while establishing the neural connection channel could cause his consciousness to dissipate completely, never to be restored."
The room fell briefly silent.
President Bai took a deep breath. "No matter how difficult it is, we have to try."
After a month of preparations, the rescue plan officially began.
Mo Chen's hospital room was converted into a temporary laboratory, surrounded by cutting-edge medical equipment