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"The experiment is about to start, do you have any doubts? Is there anything else we need to do for you?"

As Pu Yunchuan was about to be sent for the experiment, the middle-aged male doctor who seemed to have always been the attending physician suddenly said this just before Yunchuan would enter the experiment, leaving him momentarily startled.

"Regarding the issue of your inheritance, if you feel uneasy about it, we can arrange a video will for you. Although there’s no notary present, our professional legal team can still fight for you if you really don’t want to give away your assets to that mother and son so cheaply."

"No need..." Chen Qing shook his head.

He had no regrets. To outsiders, it might seem he would be very unwilling, having his life savings taken by an irresponsible woman and his cheap younger brother, but now it’s different. He wasn’t in the mood to bother with such trivial matters; he only wanted to verify his own hypothesis.

How exactly did Pu Yunchuan become a key figure in the data life experiment, and as for himself... was he Pu Yunchuan... or Chen Qing?

With family members signing off, Pu Yunchuan was quickly taken to the lab. The doctor did his best to calm Yunchuan’s emotions because he knew that Yunchuan needed to maintain confidence at this moment. This experiment would almost determine whether the lab would continue in the future.

If there were no results again, even if the financial backer behind them was powerful, they wouldn’t continue with this risky business. After all, in at most two months, with a changeover, the project might risk political jeopardy.

"Maintain the same state as last time, this time if possible, you will live forever in the world you’ve created, in a brand-new way, free from any pain..."

Pu Yunchuan took a deep breath and nodded: "I understand..."

"Have all the equipment been checked?"

"Everything’s been checked, there are no issues, and the backup power supplies are also fully prepared; no accidents will occur."

"Good... Initialize data, prepare to start the experiment!"

Outside the lab, Chen Qing was also nervously watching the situation inside.

The results of this experiment were far more meaningful than inheriting the hundreds of millions from his cheap older brother.

If the experiment succeeded, humanity would enter a brand-new Era.

There would no longer be birth, aging, sickness, and death, akin to artificially creating a new world.

Of course, if successful, what role data life would play in society, and who should pay for the maintenance of such life, whether ordinary people could enjoy these benefits, are all unknowns.

This might amplify the ultimate point of wealth disparity, potentially leading to various upheavals before becoming commonplace in society, or it might be harshly rejected by conservatism. But at least, the first step is taken.

If he could witness this historic moment, his life would not have been in vain.

"Initiate terminal devices, database, and program framework; simulating the game environment; recheck the input device, no issues, please start importing the experimental subject’s memory data!"

"The neural interface is connecting..."

"Connection normal, experimental subject’s vital signs stable, emotional state stable..."

"Begin the transfer, prepare for possible data interruptions."

"One, two... three!"

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"What is this..."

When Pu Yunchuan opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment, one that at a glance appeared very poor.

Thatched roofs, dark and damp wooden beds, and during the dead of winter, only a tattered cloth blocked the cold wind leaking into the house.

A group of people, nearly naked, huddled together for warmth, and as a newborn life, Yunchuan was clearly in less than ideal circumstances.

A dream within a dream?

Yunchuan was startled. If this was a memory, wasn’t this feeling of transmigration and rebirth a bit too real?

What on earth could cause him to fall into such a memory with no way to leave?

And...

He suspected something; just by looking at the surrounding conditions, he knew that he probably wouldn’t survive the winter. If his infant self were to die, would he then enter another cycle of Reincarnation?

At that moment, a voice suddenly came through: "Mr. Pu Yunchuan, can you hear me?"

Yunchuan startled... the outside... can connect with the inside?

Damn, this technology existed from the start?

Then... doesn’t that mean...

"Uh... can you hear...?" Pu YunChuan tried to communicate using telepathy, and it went smoothly.

The other party was also stunned; before, Pu YunChuan found it quite strenuous to use such means to send messages back, reaching a point where only after growing to the age of thirty in the game could he barely manage it, and even then, the replies were intermittent.

This should be related to the condition of the body over there, for the body of an infant inherently leads the subconscious memory to believe it’s impossible to succeed.

Thus, last time they had to wait a whole year; Pu YunChuan had to live for thirty years in the game until they barely managed to communicate.

This time they were prepared, yet they didn’t expect to establish contact so quickly.

Such tremendous progress!!

"Good... very good!" A group of investors watching the results outside all showed smiles; most of the investors present were old and either suffering from terminal illness or nearing the end.

But that makes sense, which healthy and prime-aged capitalist would invest in such an absurd project?

Only those who haven’t had their fill of life, unable to accept death, and who also possess vast wealth, would be the best targets for this project.

"But what’s with this environment?" The project director spoke gravely: "Why was it the home of a rich family last time, but now it’s in such an environment? What will we do if an early death affects the experiment?"

Nobody knows what kind of impact a death in the game would have on this fragile memory data, whether it would cause one to subconsciously believe they are dead and then lose conscious awareness.

No one is sure about this, so they are most fearful of showcasing this part of the project, as now is a critical moment to... cough, not deceive, but rather persuade these investors to continue pouring in money.

And then whose oversight was it? To arrange such a risky background for the test subject!

"Director, we couldn’t do anything about it..." The experimenter said with a wry smile: "This standalone version is outdated, and the birth environment can’t be changed with a recharge. If it were the new version currently on the market, we could’ve approached it with pay-to-win methods."

"Can’t we just change it directly through the program?"

"We dare not change it arbitrarily, after all, no one is certain if the success of Pu YunChuan’s last experiment is somehow related to the game’s program, reckless modifications might lead to conflicts..."

"Tsk..." The director furrowed his brows tightly, how should they handle this environment?

If something were to happen...

But the more fearful you are of something, the more likely it is to occur...

Just as the project manager was silently praying for a smooth process, a sharp, dark green claw suddenly appeared on the window of the thatched hut – it was clearly not a human hand!

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat!

This was a high difficulty fantasy game, with a naturally high death rate. The protagonist’s environment at birth, living deep in the mountains and forests, was far more dangerous than living in a market area.

And now, the protagonist’s family appeared to be ordinary people, without any means of defense.

At this moment, every responsible party turned pale.

Damn it....

The investors were also stunned; what is this situation?

Zombies? Is that outside thing...

"It’s over..." The director’s face went white.

They had finally found a suitable test subject, and yet this damned fellow had only been successful in such a difficult game. Why on earth did you do a Demonic World game, wouldn’t a city romance game be better?

Now it seems like all their efforts are about to go to waste....