Following the impulse of the soul, the Nanorobots, smaller even than human cells, rapidly assembled a human body...
The soldiers welcomed the twelve Pioneers wearing protective suits, while the official in charge of human affairs in the Third Area approached them.
"Someone else is coming!"
A soldier cried out in alarm.
A figure appeared on the boarding stairs beneath the doorway, where light spilled out of the shadows.
Even Stendhal and the others turned to look. A man with short black hair and a long black coat emerged.
He had a handsome, fair-skinned East Asian face. Through his open coat, a row of large black buttons showed on his waistcoat, with a strip of white shirt visible at his neck.
He descended the boarding stairs one step at a time, every movement unhurried, every gesture radiating elegance.
The Replica said, "Oh, do you really have to look so surprised?"
His quiet voice drifted on Summer's warm breeze. As the Replica controlled his new body, his black high-top boots clicked crisply with every step!
This was the face he had worn in his previous life, made more refined with a few minor adjustments. His proportions had also been adjusted to give him a height of 1.9 meters.
Everyone was stunned by the thirteenth passenger. Instinct told them that this was the ship's true owner.
"Why didn't I think to make myself a little shorter back then? Tsk, tsk."
The boarding stairs were too long, and the Replica lost patience. He leaped off, his coat billowing!
"Holy shit! He jumped!"
Someone cried out!
But no one believed this "alien" would fall to his death. With a soft thump!
The Replica landed with bent knees, his coat spreading across the lawn.
He rose with an impassive expression, his casual manner carrying an effortless