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"My robot is not for you to meddle with!" Yan Kong's voice thundered, filled with rage. The coldness and provocation from Lian had pushed him to his limits, her words slicing through his pride like a knife, igniting a wildfire within him.
However, Lian was not intimidated by his outburst. She merely smiled faintly, the corners of her lips curling up as if she completely disregarded his fury. "Is that so?" she replied softly, her voice carrying a chilling undertone that sent shivers down the spine.
Just as Yan Kong attempted to retort, Lian's hands suddenly elongated, swiftly and nimbly stretching out like snakes. Her fingers split again, transforming into over a dozen slender metallic probes that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. Before Yan Kong could fully react, those elongated fingers pressed down on his head, forcefully pinning him against the tatami mat.
"You!" Yan Kong gritted his teeth, trying to struggle, but he found that his strength was no match for the overwhelming pressure.
In the next moment, darkness enveloped his vision, accompanied by a chilling sensation—those metal probes pierced into his head, precisely drilling into the interface of his Brain-Computer. The instant they penetrated, he felt an itch and nausea creeping in, as if hundreds of insects were crawling through his nerves. It wasn't painful, but it was unbearable; he instinctively wanted to scream.
He tried to speak, but his lips and tongue felt frozen. He couldn't utter a word or move; it was as if all control over his body had been stripped away. His heart raced wildly as anger and fear intertwined in his mind, nearly suffocating him.
"Calm down," Lian's voice echoed in the darkness, soft yet deep, like a whisper from a dream or an echo from the abyss. "Your Brain-Computer cannot reboot. It seems to have sustained excessive damage during the previous impact."
Her tone was unnaturally calm, devoid of any emotion, as if this were merely part of her daily routine. "The main memory has been corrupted beyond repair. It must be replaced."
A storm surged within Yan Kong. Confusion and rage flooded his mind: what was this woman doing? Replace? What did that mean? That was his Brain-Computer—part of him and the source of his power! Who was this stranger to decide his fate?
But at that moment, he could neither resist nor stop her. Lian's words pierced through his consciousness like a blade, and he felt like a puppet completely under her control, forced to accept her cold methods and diagnosis.
Yan Kong felt utterly limp, like a shell devoid of its soul. He had lost all control over his body; he couldn't even feel pain. Yet his mind remained clear, filled with wariness and confusion towards Lian. He couldn't see what she was doing, but instinct told him she was performing something astonishing above him. He sensed some cold metal making contact with his scalp, moving slowly yet precisely.
"What are you doing?" he roared inwardly but could produce no sound. His eyes couldn't turn; he could only helplessly stare at the ceiling as the fire of anger within him blazed hotter and hotter.
As if sensing his unease, Lian's voice floated into his ears. "I am cutting open your scalp." Her tone was gentle and flat, as if she were describing a pleasant afternoon tea gathering.
"I am preparing to extract your Brain-Computer," she added, her voice still devoid of any fluctuation, yet each word pierced his mind like a cold needle.
Yan Kong's heart tightened instantly, anger transforming into a chill that surged down his spine. But Lian's words did not cease; instead, they grew increasingly detailed, as if she were deliberately constructing a chilling scene with her words.
"Right now, I am using an ultra-fine plasma knife to slice open your scalp, moving slowly to avoid damaging any nerves." Her voice remained soothing but carried an eerie coldness. "Where the blade glides, your skin will slightly contract and then split apart, just like cutting into ripe fruit, revealing... of course, your shiny skull."
Yan Kong wanted to scream, but no sound escaped his throat; he could only roar in madness within his mind. His vision was shrouded in darkness, yet her words made him feel as if he could clearly see his own head being sliced open.
"Next, I will use a special micro-retraction device to slowly extract your Brain-Computer from behind your skull." Lian spoke as if narrating a precise surgery or telling a bedtime story to a child. "You see, it's like disassembling an outdated machine—cable connections must be handled with utmost care; if they are damaged, what consequences might arise?" She paused for a moment, her tone laced with delight. "Perhaps neurological chaos or even complete brain collapse."
Each of her statements felt like sharp needles piercing Yan Kong's soul, leaving him feeling powerless yet filled with profound fear and humiliation. He was so angry that he could almost ignite in flames, but what tormented him more was his inability to resist; he could only listen like a dissected specimen to her cold explanation.
"Don't worry," Lian's voice softened slightly, as if soothing a frightened patient. "I won't let you lose control. Just know that you should get used to this sense of helplessness because after the Brain-Computer replacement, there will be an adjustment period. And you... well, you might not like it very much." There was a hint of frivolity in her words, as if she took pleasure in his fear.
A flame of anger ignited in Yan Kong's mind but could only silently consume him in the darkness. He loathed this powerlessness yet could not change it; it felt as though every word from Lian had driven him deeper into the abyss of despair.
Suddenly, Yan Kong's consciousness was pulled into a foggy chaos where all sounds, images, and sensations became indistinct. His thoughts plunged into an unfathomable well, countless disordered fragments swirling in his mind. He tried to grasp something, but everything slipped through his fingers, just out of reach.
However, in the next moment, his world exploded—like thousands of lightning bolts striking simultaneously into his consciousness; emotions and memories surged forth like a flood. He felt anger, sadness, joy, and fear—all crashing against his spirit in chaotic disarray. Each emotion was so intense it threatened to tear apart his soul, as if the entire world were roaring at him.
"Ahhhhh!" Yan Kong screamed in agony, his voice echoing deep within his consciousness. His cries were like those of a beast filled with indescribable pain. Yet he knew—no one could hear this lonely wail except for himself. He was trapped in his own world, helpless and mad.
In the midst of this chaotic abyss, Lian's calm and gentle voice resonated once more, as if emanating from the distant void—cold yet clear. "Do you feel this intense pain?" Her voice was like a slender needle, piercing through Yan Kong's remaining barriers.
"This is entirely due to the dismantling of your Brain-Computer, resulting in an overwhelming influx of unprocessed information all at once." Lian's tone held no trace of sympathy; instead, it conveyed a chilling rationality. "These messages were typically filtered and processed automatically by your Brain-Computer, and now, it is no longer present."
Her voice carried a softness that seemed almost educational, as if she were deliberately mocking his helplessness. "Now you should understand, right? Just how hard your Brain-Computer worked, how difficult it was."
A flame of anger ignited within Yan Kong, yet that fire had nowhere to burn. His world remained engulfed by a torrent of emotions, each second tearing at his very existence. He yearned to roar in rage, to break free, but could only struggle silently in the darkness and pain. Lian's words cut into the depths of his consciousness like sharp blades, each syllable deepening his humiliation and suffering.
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