Seeing the bewildered look on his face, the woman chuckled and asked, "What kind of humans do you think are most easily invaded?"
"People with weak willpower." Huang Liang originally wanted to say Mental Power, but after thinking about it, he decided not to reveal too much about his understanding of Mental Power.
"What kind of person is the hardest to hack?"
"Of course, it's people with strong willpower."
"While what you said isn't entirely correct, it's roughly accurate," the woman said. "Then let me ask you another question: what kind of person, even if they successfully infiltrate, might encounter problems?"
Huang Liang fell into deep thought. His head was a little dizzy, probably from the alcohol, but he still managed to sort out his thoughts and said, "Is it possible that the emotions left in the memories of people with complex experiences and rich emotions have a reverse effect on our consciousness? Is this how our comrades are having problems?"
"You're so clever!" The woman smiled Ruhua, looking at him with great admiration. "So, what do you think we should do?"
"We'll target people with simple life experiences, weak wills, and fragile emotions as intrusion targets," Huang Liang said without hesitation.
"That's right." The woman took a sip of her drink and gestured for him to drink as well. "The leader has long had a long-term plan in this regard. In the past, our primary goal was to seize resources and take down those who held vast amounts of power and wealth. The social structure of Earth's inhabitants provided us with an excellent opportunity; one percent of the population controlled ninety percent of the resources. After taking these people down, we could mobilize a large amount of social resources to develop vulgar culture—vulgar movies, vulgar games, vulgar novels... making humanity addicted to money and vulgar entertainment, constantly eroding their spirit and will, so that our comrades who come later can easily take over their bodies."
Huang Liang immediately thought of a popular term on the Chinese internet, "Otaku" (宅).
He suddenly remembered something and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.
The woman continued, "However, this has a significant drawback: these weak-willed individuals can only reduce obstacles to our cause of conquering the human world, but they cannot enhance our combat effectiveness. We need elites, not trash!"
"How do we cultivate elites?" Huang Liang asked.
The woman poured him a full glass of wine and chuckled, "Think again, who else is so easy to infiltrate, yet doesn't have complex emotions that would backfire on our consciousness, and is also easy to cultivate into an elite?"
"For easy intrusion, he needs to lack willpower; to avoid backlash, he needs to be relatively naive; to cultivate him into an elite..." A thought flashed through Huang Liang's mind, "A child?!"
He turned to look at the tangled crowd on the field, the lewd sounds growing louder and louder, making him somewhat uneasy.
He turned around abruptly, looked at the beautiful woman with fair skin in front of him, and asked in surprise, "You mean, the purpose of organizing the party is... to have a baby?"
"You finally figured it out." The woman put down her wine glass and pressed herself against Huang Liang, her soft, white breasts resting against him, her hand stroking his neck, her lips almost touching his ear.
"Babies are the purest living beings in the world. They have no thoughts, no memories, and no complex emotions. They are like blank sheets of paper, which can be drawn on with whatever one wants. Moreover, newborn babies do not even have will, so they will not encounter any resistance when consciousness invades, thus minimizing the risk of invasion."
"Why not just go to the hospital delivery room? Countless babies are born around the world every day."
"Do you think the intrusion tunnels can connect to all the hospitals? If it were that easy, we wouldn't have taken so many years to achieve this little bit of progress. Besides, there were some unforeseen circumstances that we didn't anticipate."
"What?"
"There are hidden organizations in the human world, just as deeply hidden as we are, and their consciousness energy is very powerful, posing a serious obstacle to our conquest of Earth."
Huang Liang's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What kind of organizations are they? Are there specific individuals involved?"
"I don't know, but the leader told us not to provoke them for the time being. Therefore, we need to be more cautious in our future actions. As for the baby, if others can give birth, so can we."
The woman's eyes were alluring, and before she knew it, she had taken off Huang Liang's coat.
"Those who can attend the party are all elites within the organization, and physiologically speaking, they are also the elite among humans. Genetically, the probability of elites and their offspring becoming elites is higher. Therefore, we call this program the ' Elite Breeding Project.'"
She twisted her body, helping Huang Liang take off his clothes piece by piece, and soon the two were in physical contact.
"Come on, Comrade Elite, are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"
Huang Liang's heart pounded, his blood boiled, and a fiery, restless energy surged through his body, from his internal organs to his skin, from his torso to his limbs.
"What happened?" He grasped the last vestige of clarity in his mind. "Your drink... contained... an aphrodisiac?!"
However, he could no longer control himself and, like a lion in heat, pounced on the lioness, pinning her to the ground.
Huang Liang had no idea what he was doing; he only felt his body twisting erratically. The sticky, murky smell rushed into his nose, mixing with his blood and triggering a surge of dopamine. His hormones were out of control. Waves of heat surged through his body and brain, giving him a feeling of impending explosion.
When everything fell into chaos, his consciousness briefly sank into confusion, but his powerful Mental Power brought him back to his senses. His body could not resist the effects of the drug molecules, but his consciousness could be separated from his body.
He saw himself standing in front of the operating table, on which lay the beautiful Netherlands woman, her abdomen cut open, a fresh kidney placed in culture medium beside the operating table.
Huang Liang held a scalpel in his hand—a scalpel so thin it was almost transparent, one that few people besides himself would notice. Of course, he knew he was dreaming, and no one would come into his dream.
However, he suddenly realized that his dream space had been disturbed and someone had broken in. Moreover, the person had extremely strong Mental Power and quickly stabilized the space and concealed the fluctuations after entering.
Huang Liang had his back to the person who came. In dreams, there is no distinction between front and back; if he wanted to see, he could see who was behind him, but then the person behind him could also sense his mental resistance. He couldn't move; he didn't want Tushu to know the extent of his Mental Power. Right now, even Qingmu wouldn't fully know his true strength.
He pretended to continue focusing on the surgery, while the almost transparent scalpel in his hand slowly materialized, looking like an ordinary scalpel, while the truly invisible blade remained firmly in his palm.
Then, he heard a hoarse voice behind him—at the edge of the dream:
"Hmm, you actually managed to get out here. Tell me, who taught you all this?"
Huang Liang slowly turned around and saw the old lady who had greeted him standing in front of him. At that moment, he was standing at the intersection of the Pink House and Sea Cucumber Street, the very place where he had first met the old lady and asked her for directions.
The snow on the road hadn't melted, and it was covered with messy footprints.