"The experiment is about to begin. Do you have any questions? Is there anything else we can do?"
Just as Pu Yunchuan was about to be sent for the experiment, the middle-aged man who seemed to have always only served as the attending physician suddenly said something just before Pu Yunchuan was about to enter the experiment, which startled Pu Yunchuan.
"Regarding your estate, if you feel resentful, we can arrange a video will for you. Although there will be no notary, our professional legal team can still try to advocate for you if you really don't want your assets to go to that mother and son."
"No need," Chen Qing shook her head.
He had no resentment. Outsiders might have thought he was very resentful, that his life savings had been given to an irresponsible woman and his cheap brother. But things were different now. He had no time to bother with those trivial matters. He just wanted to verify his suspicions.
How exactly did Pu Yunchuan become a key figure in the Data Life Experiment? And who am I— Pu Yunchuan or Chen Qing?
With the family members signing the consent form, Pu Yunchuan was quickly taken to the laboratory. The doctor tried his best to calm Pu Yunchuan down, because he knew that Pu Yunchuan needed to maintain his confidence at this moment, as this experiment would almost determine whether the laboratory would continue in the future.
If there are still no results, no matter how powerful the financial backer is, they will not continue this risky deal. After all, at most two months, once the leadership changes, the project may face political risks.
"Maintain your previous state. This time, if possible, you will live forever in the world you created, in a completely new way, free from all suffering."
Pu Yunchuan took a deep breath and nodded. "I know."
Have all the equipment been checked?
"Everything has been checked, there are no problems, and the temporary power supply equipment is fully prepared. There will be absolutely no accidents."
"The data is ready for debugging; let's begin the experiment!"
Outside the laboratory, Chen Qing watched the situation inside with trepidation. The results of this experiment were far more meaningful than inheriting his cheap older brother's hundreds of millions of assets. If the experiment succeeded, humanity would enter a new era, with no more birth, aging, sickness, or death, essentially creating a new world.
Of course, if successful, what kind of existence will data life have in society in the future, who should pay for the property to maintain this life, and whether ordinary people can enjoy this benefit are all unknown. Perhaps this will widen the gap between the rich and the poor and ultimately lead to conflict. Perhaps it will go through various upheavals before it can be popularized in society. Perhaps it will be severely rejected by conservatism, but at least it will be the first step.
If I can witness this historic moment, then my life will not have been in vain.
"Terminal device started, database started, program architecture started, simulating game environment, data entry device checked again, no problems, please begin inputting the test subject's memory data!"
"Brain interface is connecting."
"Connection is normal, subject's vital signs are stable, and mood is stable."
"Transmission has begun. Please be prepared for data interruption."
"One two three!"
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"This is."
When Pu Yunchuan opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment—an environment that looked extremely poor. There was a thatched roof, a dark and damp wooden bed, and in the dead of winter, only a tattered cloth to keep out the cold wind. A group of people, barely clothed, huddled together for warmth. As a newborn, Pu Yunchuan was clearly in a very unfavorable situation.
Is it a dream within a dream?
Pu Yunchuan was taken aback. If this was a memory, wasn't this feeling of time travel and rebirth a bit too real?
What could possibly trap me in such memories, with no way to escape?
and
He suspected something. Looking at his surroundings, he knew he might not survive the winter. If he died as an infant, would he then enter the next Samsara?
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out. "Mr. Pu Yunchuan, can you hear me?"
Pu Yunchuan was taken aback. Could someone outside contact someone inside?
Wow, this kind of technology existed from the beginning?
That would mean...
"Yes, I can hear you." Pu Yunchuan tried replying using telepathy, and it worked smoothly.
The other party was also taken aback. Pu Yunchuan had previously struggled quite a bit with this method of replying to messages using his consciousness. He only managed to do it when he was almost thirty years old in the game, and even then, his replies were always intermittent. This was probably related to his body on the other side, because the body of an infant would cause his memory to subconsciously believe that he couldn't do it.
So last time they waited a whole year, and Pu Yunchuan lived for thirty years in the game before they could barely communicate.
They were prepared this time, but they didn't expect to be able to get in touch so quickly.
Huge progress!!
"Excellent, very good!" The group of wealthy patrons watching the results presentation outside all smiled. Most of these patrons were either very old or suffering from terminal illnesses.
That makes sense; why would a capitalist in their prime invest in such a bizarre project?
The best people to recruit for this project are those who haven't lived enough, are unwilling to die, and possess enormous wealth.
"But what's going on with this environment?" the project manager asked seriously. "Why was it a wealthy family's house last time, but now it's like this? What if it dies and affects the experiment?"
No one knows what kind of impact dying in a game will have on these fragile memory data. Will people habitually believe they are dead and then lose their own consciousness?
Nobody knows this, which is why they dare not include this part in the project presentation, because this is the crucial time to deceive—cough, no, to persuade these investors to continue investing.
Who was it that made such a mistake? They actually gave the test subject such a potentially dangerous background!
"Supervisor, there's nothing we can do," the experimenter said with a wry smile. "This single-player version is an older one; the starting environment can't be changed by spending money. If it were the newer version on the market, you could get closer by spending real money."
"Can't it be changed directly through the program?"
"We dare not make any changes casually. After all, after the success of the last experiment, no one is sure whether Pu Yunchuan's success is related to the game program. Making changes rashly might cause a conflict."
"Tsk," the supervisor frowned, wondering how to handle this situation.
In case of
But what you fear most is what happens most often.
Just as the project leader was silently praying for a smooth process, a sharp, bluish-black claw suddenly appeared on the window of the thatched hut. It was clearly not a human hand!
Everyone's heart skipped a beat!
This is a highly challenging fantasy game with an inherently high mortality rate. The protagonist's birth environment, living deep in the mountains and forests, is far more dangerous than living in a market.
The protagonist's family looks like ordinary people and has no ability to resist.
At this moment, all those in charge turned pale.
Damn it
The investors were also taken aback. What was going on?
A zombie? The one outside is.
"It's over." The supervisor's face turned pale.
We finally found a suitable test subject, but this damn guy only succeeded in this kind of high-difficulty game. Why did you have to make a Demon World? Wouldn't it have been better to make an urban romance game?
It seems all our efforts will be in vain now.