The moment those words fell, Lü Yongchang felt a faint wave of dizziness rise from the depths of his consciousness.
The dizziness was mild and lasted only briefly.
But he could not ignore the information it carried.
Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
His eyelids firmly concealed the faint orange-yellow glow in his eyes.
"Yongchang?"
Fang Xu watched Lü Yongchang's unusual actions in confusion. "What are you..."
A muffled reply followed. "Let me think."
His consciousness rapidly sank into the familiar yet unfamiliar technology tree space.
A harsh orange-yellow glow shone through the mottled background of the technology tree.
An orange-yellow marker had also appeared beside the pearly white technology tree-[Thought Imprint].
Every change carried an unmistakable warning.
Lü Yongchang's heart sank slightly.
He had had the privilege of seeing this mode of the technology tree once before.
Unlike this time, the entire technology tree space had turned bloodred then.
[Clones Technology].
By the technology tree's standards, that was undeniably dangerous technology.
"Thought Imprint..."
Lü Yongchang stared at the orange-yellow marker and murmured.
As the name suggested, this was the very technology he had just envisioned.
Implanting a false memory fragment into a sapient being's consciousness to control its thoughts.
"Does this count as dangerous technology too..."
He muttered to himself and focused his attention on the orange-yellow marker.
Just as with clones technology back then, the histories of several civilizations unfolded vividly in his mind like films.
His gaze gradually grew complicated.
More than ten minutes later.
Under Fang Xu's watchful gaze, Lü Yongchang opened his eyes with a complicated expression and let out a long breath.
It differed slightly from what he had expected.
[Thought Imprint] did not fall under dangerous technology.
If he had to classify it,