Not a buddy!
Hall opened his eyes, feeling a sense of disbelief and disorientation.
They've even started a rendezvous operation?
Plug and play, that's amazing!
He recalled his past and realized that he had actually done something similar, but he couldn't have done the head transplant so smoothly on his own.
But with Ed's help, the matter was accomplished as smoothly as water flowing into a channel!
Hall, of course, had no idea that Ed had made his fortune by befriending good people; he was naturally very skilled at this old trade.
Back in the day (actually, it was just last year) when resources were scarce, Ed brought two boxes of Soul Returner parts and went with the players to fight the BOSS.
Back then, whoever was missing an arm or a leg would come to him for a replacement.
Let alone just swapping hands or feet, he's probably had his head swapped countless times.
After the Root Network is established, this matter is simply transferred from the surface to within the Root Network.
What can be done with the bodies of so many players after they die?
Of course, they repaired and patched it up and continued using it.
Therefore, in the field of "matching good people", Ed is a super master who can rival, or even surpass, the Skeleton Alliance's technology!
Hall didn't have time to marvel at how incredibly powerful the High Tier plant system was in his field. At that moment, Hall felt only gratitude towards Ed and just wanted to hug his leg and cry.
But before some other emotion could surface, reason quickly returned to the Hall's mind:
Why did he do that?
Although this body has a High Tier -High Tier head and body, it was just assembled, and this consciousness is an outsider, currently only at the Middle Tier Advanced level (level 50-59).
Even so, it's still much stronger than my previous Low Tier body!
That Son of God is clearly not a good person; what is his purpose in doing this?
Thinking of this, Hall looked again at the note that had been spat out, and sure enough, the handwriting on it had changed:
"You're welcome, just cooperate."
There's really no such thing as a free lunch!
Hall thought to himself, only to find that the pieces of the wooden wall he had smashed earlier had somehow moved and pieced together to form a thick, conspicuous arrow.
This was clearly a hint from Ed.
"Yes, yes, sir, I'll do whatever you say!"
Hall bowed and scraped to the non-existent Ed, then immediately began sprinting in the direction of the arrow.
After turning a few corners, Hall arrived at a staircase.
He could barely see the outside view through the small window in the stairwell.
It turns out that I had been imprisoned underground!
Lost in thought, Hall successfully left the cell area, and the surrounding noise grew louder.
The mechanical sounds that he could only vaguely hear when he was in prison suddenly became much louder, even dwarfing the alarms that alerted him to arrest him.
Hall stood at the entrance of a staircase with three branching paths, momentarily at a loss.
However, an arrow pointing to the left quickly reappeared in front of them.
There's even a notification?!
Hall was overjoyed.
He had initially thought the clues were only underground, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
While Hall was delighted, Ed was also taking this opportunity to practice his skillful control over the Root Network.
Giving Hall a good body wasn't just to make him a bigger troublemaker; Ed, who was good at getting two things done at once, naturally wanted to Drain some experience from it and see if his micro-management skills had improved.
Ed skillfully erased another used arrow and began to increase Hall's strength.
Just as the Grand Duke was running at full speed, the ground in front of him suddenly collapsed without warning, creating a large pit in his path.
However, looking at the perfectly straight edge of the crater, it's clear that this wasn't an accident at all; it was clearly a test from that person!
Hall's sense of direction told him that the tunnel in front of him led to his cell deep underground!
If you fall in, then everything will have to start all over again.
With that thought in mind, Hall leaped perfectly across the suddenly appearing crater.
However, just before he landed, countless three-edged wooden spikes suddenly sprouted from the expected landing spot.
"Ouch..."
Hall landed on it before he could react, and a dull thud echoed as flesh pierced his chest and abdomen.
Looking at the sharp spikes protruding from his body, Hall couldn't help but cry out in despair:
How could that white-haired guy be so mean!
Hall, pinned to the ground, intended to recover from his injuries, but then his eyes saw words appearing on the ceiling: "Five".
What does this mean? "Four"
Could it be that "three"
"Oh no!"
Hall, enduring excruciating pain, pulled his body outwards.
Just as he finally escaped, the numbers on the ceiling changed again: "Zero".
The next moment, the wooden splinters on the ground, which were originally only slightly longer than a finger, suddenly shot upwards and pierced the ceiling, making a chilling sound.
Hall turned his head and glanced at his body; his wounds were healing rapidly.
The spikes were completely embedded in the ceiling, but what truly terrified him wasn't the power of the mechanisms, but rather...
These are not actually government agencies.
Although his physical body Fragility, as a Grand Duke, he was fully capable of sensing his surroundings.
Rather than saying that a row of spikes was originally installed here, it would be more accurate to say that this place only began to Alienation and grow spikes on-site after receiving orders from that person.
And this time the speed was several times faster than when they were spitting out notes downstairs!
So you were just playing with yourself all along?
hateful!
Seeing that the spikes had blocked his retreat, Hall had no choice but to take another long stride forward.
Ed, whose consciousness was hidden in the Root Network, was overjoyed. Under the policy of "no reward for running fast and punishment for running slow," he quickly began to find ways to torment Hall.
Today's micro-management practice reminded Ed of a game he played in another world:
The player's task is to operate various pre-set mechanisms to defeat the enemies one by one in their inevitable path.
Since each mechanism has a cooldown period, it becomes necessary to consider how to properly use single-target and area-of-effect attacks, and how to balance high-damage and low-damage attacks.
Ed had been thinking about this while playing – what if the enemy didn't take the paths he had set up with traps?
Now he finally understands:
If all other routes are blocked, then the enemy will only have this one route to take!
As Ed intensified his efforts, Hall was equally determined. His yearning for freedom far surpassed that of any other prisoner, unleashing unimaginable power within this "good guy" body.