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Did I voluntarily participate in the beginning...?

Chen Qing felt as if he was beginning to remember something, and started to understand the current situation a bit more.

The first confirmed point was that his experience in the Parallel World was definitely not a dream. According to the attending physician, his data was the best during the experiment, which meant that his spirit’s simulation input performed the best.

So, could those previous memories actually have been a simulation?

No... that shouldn’t be the case. With their technology that’s just starting out, could they simulate something so complex?

If it wasn’t a simulation, then there was only one other possibility.

In the Hell Ruler he traversed to, there was something that could immerse you into your deep memories. Only those deep memories could completely bind you.

Chen Qing didn’t know what exactly it was, he could only ponder slowly. Given the current situation, he also wanted to carefully see what those deep memories really were.

"Mr. Chen Qing, before you chat with your brother, I would like to clarify two points. First: you can’t discuss overly exciting topics. Your brother can’t handle too much emotional fluctuation right now, you must remember not to argue."

"I know..." Chen Qing nodded.

"Second, you shouldn’t discuss overly complex topics. Also, try not to talk about the results of his last data experience, as it might easily lead to mental confusion."

"Should I not ask this?" Chen Qing frowned.

"Try not to ask..." The attending physician frowned. The data experiment had a heavy impact on the brain, and the patient’s condition was very fragile. If it led to neurological disruption, he might fall into a state of shock.

"In that case, how can he participate in the next experiment?"

"That’s different..." The doctor shook his head: "The next experiment involves direct data input. From the start of the experiment, your brother’s bodily functions don’t matter anymore.

His consciousness data has already been transferred into the computer.

Whether it’s successful or not depends on if the artificial intelligence life can successfully form based on the input memories. .."

Chen Qing suddenly understood. What the other person meant was that starting from the next experiment, Pu YunChuan’s body would be equivalent to being physically dead.

Why did his brother sign up for such an experiment...?

Was it really because he was desperate?

Chen Qing felt somewhat emotional. He had heard all about what his older brother went through.

Their mother left when they were young, and to prevent a stepmother from mistreating his son, their father never remarried.

He struggled on his own to send his son to school, and just when his son had finally succeeded and found a good job, he passed away without enjoying life’s fortunes.

Pu YunChuan was a loner with not a single friend or relative.

Having barely achieved something, he didn’t even have a proper ending and ended up with such a painful terminal illness.

Compared to him, Chen Qing himself was living a much better life.

"You look a lot like her..." Pu YunChuan’s first words were these...

In fact, these words were said by Chen Qing himself. He also didn’t understand what his current state was. It was supposed to be a memory, but he could control his own words. So, if what he asked was different from the memories, would the answers still be real?

Chen Qing didn’t know, but he still wanted to ask according to his own intentions.

"Really?" Chen Qing touched his own face: "People around me say that too."

"I heard she still ended up getting a divorce, and then she took you with her?"

"In this country, it’s different from back home. Women can get unlimited alimony after divorce if they take the kids. It’s considered more cost-effective."

"Oh... I see..." Pu YunChuan looked at the other person with a complicated gaze: "It seems she wasn’t very good to you either."

"Indeed, not very good..." Chen Qing shook his head.

"So? What are you here to talk to me about?"

"Why didn’t you leave a will?" Chen Qing curiously asked: "Are you really content with leaving all your assets to her?"

"There’s nothing to be discontent about, when you’re dead, you’re left with nothing. Let her have it, at least she’ll remember that a cheap son who died left her a hefty inheritance..."

"You seem to be quite open-minded." Chen Qing was taken aback; he hadn’t expected the other person to be so magnanimous, but had he not been a reclusive person before?

"I don’t know, maybe I’ve become more open-minded now," Chen Qing tentatively said.

Currently, inside Pu YunChuan’s body was himself, a Pu YunChuan who had lived an eventful life for over twenty years in a parallel world and could naturally look past past events.

But if it were the seriously ill self of the past, he might not have been so magnanimous.

However, mentioning this would certainly differ from what the Pu YunChuan of the past would have said.

So now, was the different conversation he was having with the other person still something from his memory?

"How do you feel about this experiment?" Chen Qing asked.

"There’s not much to think about..." Pu YunChuan said indifferently: "It’s just a drowning person clutching at a straw. As unreliable as it is, you still have to try, right?"

"That’s true..." Chen Qing nodded: "I heard that in the last experiment, to maintain your subjective consciousness, the place where your consciousness was uploaded was the game you had created with your own hands..."

At these words, Pu YunChuan’s pupils suddenly shrank!

Chen Qing was taken aback by this obvious reaction and hurriedly shut his mouth, suddenly regretting it. The doctor had just warned him not to bring up the last experiment, but he wanted to quickly change the subject after talking about the mother and forgot the doctor’s advice in a blink.

But at this moment, Pu YunChuan seemed to have some clarity.

That year... when Pu YunChuan participated in the experiment, the reason for his success was because the environment he entered... was the game he designed?

"Why use that game as the experimental environment?" Pu YunChuan hurriedly asked.

"Huh?" Chen Qing was taken aback. Even though he didn’t want to continue the subject, seeing his brother so anxious, he frowned and replied: "Don’t you know?

The biggest problem with data life upload is the massive data surge that can dilute the uploaded memories, making it difficult to form an effective consciousness.

Studies show that memories, though separated from the neurons, still have an unknown cohesive force, especially when encountering familiar things; they tend to be more resilient. "

"For this reason, several labs started to simulate familiar online environments for the experiment subjects. For instance, one of the subjects was a lawyer before death, so they used a virtual lawyer’s office game as the background, hoping to maintain his previous consciousness as much as possible.

That experiment was one of the closest to success. "

"In your case, since you are a game designer by profession and it’s said that you were involved in the development of the wildly popular game for a total of eight years, fully dedicating eight years into it, it was judged that using that game as a simulation environment might increase the success rate for you. "

"What was the result?" Pu YunChuan pressed on.

"The result was perfect..." Chen Qing frowned, feeling as if the other person didn’t seem to know anything at all.

"Because it was too perfect, when we tried to withdraw your memory data, we couldn’t prevent it in time, many said if the experiment had continued, we might already have seen the first data life form."

"The first... data life..."

Pu YunChuan murmured the phrase, suddenly understanding. Pu YunChuan, the game designer, was able to become a core member of data life, including those designers before... his genes would be preserved for a reason. He was now vaguely guessing.

All reasons... were due to this Origin Project, because he... was the first successful data life form!!