Next, Li Chen still had a second task to carry out: reading memories to directly obtain the technology Angel Yan possessed, regardless of whether he could put it to immediate use.
Li Chen reached out and pressed his hand against her forehead.
Yan's body suddenly went taut beneath the restraints, and the metal buckles gave a dull scraping sound.
She tried to turn her head away, but the frame held her too tightly. The warmth of the palm on her forehead seeped through her skin, neither hot nor cold.
"What are you doing?"
Li Chen did not answer. Streams of information unfolded in his mind.
Everything he dug out of Yan's mind was "how to use it," with nothing about "why."
Li Chen withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.
He looked down at Yan on the examination bed, his expression difficult to describe. Her chest was still heaving, her golden eyes open and her pupils slightly unfocused.
Her lips moved as though she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
"You're seven thousand years old. How do you not know how to do anything? How did you even live this long?"
"I'm a warrior," Yan retorted, meeting his gaze, which made her feel as though he were looking at an idiot.
Li Chen said nothing. He looked down at her for two seconds, then straightened, turned, and headed for the door.
Later, while on his way, he suddenly remembered that he still had new mods to choose from. It was not that he was forgetful; the system had always had too little presence, and he had subsequently disabled its notifications as well.
Browsing as he walked, he found three mods suited to this world. The first was called "Origins: Races."
This mod allowed people to change into