213: Chapter 213 Humiliation? No, there will be bloodshed when I return

"Behind the door... is the answer?" He murmured. Without hesitation.

"Open the door!"

...The door opened!

Blinding light!

The next second... a pristine white ward!

Lin Mo's pupils contracted! It was identical to the ward he was trapped in his dream!

But... there was no other him on the hospital bed!

On the hospital bed... lay a huge, strange head-mounted machine!

Thick cables extended from the machine, connecting to a humming giant terminal!

The terminal screen flickered wildly! Emitting static, it soon turned into an electronic voice:

"Szz... Stop! Lin Mo!"

"Don't come over!" "I... am the true Lord of Mysteries!"

"What you destroyed... was just an illusion!"

"Go back! You can have everything you want!"

"Supreme power! Star-destroying strength! Adored by millions! Countless beauties!"

"Eternal life! Pleasure! The entire universe is your playground!"

"Come back! This beauty! It will always belong to you!"

Temptation! Naked!

Lin Mo's eyes were cold. Undisturbed.

"It's fake!" The voice was resolute!

"The path I've walked, I don't need virtual charity!"

"Shatter!"

He took a step!

Raised his leg!

Bang—Crack!!!

The shell of the giant head-mounted machine was directly kicked through! Sparks flew!

"Aoh!! No!" The electronic voice shrieked and distorted!

"Mercy! We can negotiate!"

"What do you want?! I'll give you everything!"

"Too late!" Lin Mo plunged his hands into thecrack!

Tear—!

The outer casing was torn open like rotten paper! Revealing twisted, writhing circuits and light inside!

"Don't kill me!" The static was ear-piercing!

Smash! Grab! Tear!

Parts flew everywhere! Cracking and popping! Thick smoke billowed!

"Szz... Gaa..." The pleading grew weaker and weaker... Finally, with a "Clang!" sound!

The core processor was ripped out by Lin Mo and slammed hard onto the ground! Crushed to smithereens!

White light! Instantly filled the world!

Getting brighter and brighter! Engulfing everything!

...Opened his eyes!

The light was gentle.

The familiar smell of disinfectant.

Pristine white bedsheets.

He, Lin Mo, lay on the hospital bed that should have belonged to him.

But this time... by the bed, stood two figures.

Blurry... yet real.

Lin Mo tried hard to focus.

The blurry figures became clear.

Two people stood by the hospital bed.

One was a man in a white coat, holding a clipboard, frowning as he looked at the screen of an instrument displaying complex neural data.

The other was a woman with exquisite makeup, dressed in a designer suit skirt, with sharp eyes, looking at the man in the white coat, her tone urgent:

"It's been two years! Isn't the experiment supposed to be over?"

The woman raised her hand, making a "done" gesture.

"I think the technology is fine now, right? When exactly can it be fully rolled out for market?"

Her finger inadvertently brushed Lin Mo's numb arm, as if evaluating a commodity.

The man in the white coat didn't answer immediately, tapping his finger on the instrument panel, his brows furrowing even tighter:

"Before... it went smoothly." His voice was low.

"Cutting into his shallow consciousness. Exploring patterns."

"Then deepening into the middle consciousness to construct a stable channel."

"Finally... impacting the deep consciousness forbidden zone. Excavating the core 'seed'."

"According to the original data model estimates..." He glanced at the countdown on the screen, "In another two months! All consciousness model structures will be stably closed-loop. We can submit the application for market launch."

"Two months?!" The woman's eyes instantly lit up, an unconcealable greedy glint in them.

"That's great! Lin Mo..." She leaned over, closer to Lin Mo's pale face, her voice filled with undisguised excitement and a cold assessment:

"Tsk tsk... This good-for-nothing, his potential is truly astonishing! The 'results' squeezed from his brain... the value they bring us..."

"At least... one hundred billion US dollars, minimum!"

She straightened up, her smile widening, as if admiring a gold mine.

"We really should thank him properly... using his life as fuel to burn out such a gold mountain for us! Hahahaha!"

"But..." Her laughter suddenly ceased, a naked contempt sweeping over Lin Mo's body:

"After being burned out, in this state now? A complete living dead man."

"Other than lying in the exhibition hall in the future, letting investors see the 'sample' to prove the feasibility of the technology..."

"He? Now he can only be considered company property. An... exhibit."

"However..."

The man in the white coat continued:

"Recently observed! There are still unknown quantum neural activity residues in this deep hippocampal region of his!"

"Very faint! Very strange! We've scanned repeatedly, but can't pinpoint the source!"

"This isn't normal! There might be unknown risks!"

"I believe... we can't rush! Market launch... pause! We must first figure out this hidden danger!"

The smile on Wang Xiaoke's face completely vanished, leaving only cold calculation and an unquestionable command:

"Figure it out?"

She raised her hand and forcefully slapped the expensive instrument casing, producing a dull thud!

"What's there to investigate? It's been two years! How much manpower and resources have been invested?"

"Just for this bit of abnormal fluctuation, like dregs?"

"Not worth it!" She said decisively:

"This data is enough for us to build the world's first 'Super Consciousness Space' system!"

"Funding! Orders! All astronomical figures!"

"The original plan... unchanged!"

"Within two months! I want to see it launched!"

Her gaze fell back on Lin Mo, like looking at a pile of scrap metal, cold and merciless:

"As for him... this 'property'..."

"He's useless, so he can just be a display. Maintain basic life support, don't cut it off."

"He needs to look presentable for the exhibition."

At the same time.

Lin Mo also saw Wang Xiaoke's face!

Wang Xiaoke!!!

At this moment.

Her ID badge read "Bo'ai Neuroscience Foundation, Executive Deputy Director."

This woman.

Lin Mo remembered very clearly that when they broke up, she was just a small sales representative at that company.

He saw the woman's face!

Wang Xiaoke!

That face that once smiled falsely! Now filled with greed and coldness!

The ID badge dangling on her chest—"Bo'ai Neuroscience Foundation, Executive Deputy Director"!

What a "Bo'ai"! What a Deputy Director!

Lin Mo remembered! Clearly!

Around the time they broke up? She was just an errand-running sales representative!

Now? She's climbed quite high!

Stepping on his life! Sucking his brain marrow dry! Climbing to the position of Deputy Director!

Using his flesh and blood to pave her path to wealth and glory!

"Ugh...!" The man in the white coat beside him suddenly gasped sharply! The clipboard in his hand clattered to the ground!

He stared intently at the hospital bed!

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets!

"He... he moved!!" He cried out in alarm, his trembling finger pointing at Lin Mo's face! "Director Wang! He! His expression!!"

Wang Xiaoke was immersed in her vision of a hundred-billion-dollar empire and her disdain for the good-for-nothing beneath her, startled by the shriek.

She subconsciously turned back—

And came face to face with Lin Mo's contorted, ferocious, even slightly sinister and murderous face, twisted by extreme rage!

"Ah—!!"

Wang Xiaoke was scared out of her wits! She shrieked and staggered back three steps, her high heel twisting, crashing clumsily into the instrument!

The expensive instrument blared an alarm!

"Damn... damn it!!" She cursed loudly!

"You're already a pile of scrap metal! How dare you scare me?!"

"Lin Mo! You're completely dead! Rotten to the core!!"

"Why don't you open your eyes for me?! Stare?! If you have the guts, why don't you get your ass off that bed?!"

"Useless! Trash!!"

She grabbed the clipboard and, like a madwoman, violently smashed it towards Lin Mo on the hospital bed!

"Smash your dead face to bits!!!"

Bang!

The hard corner of the clipboard heavily grazed Lin Mo's forehead! Instantly drawing a trail of blood!

Blood beads seeped out!

Sliding down his pale skin!

Ferocious!

Humiliation!

Killing intent!

Silently boiling in the dead silent ward!!!

However, Lin Mo could do nothing.

He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

In reality, he truly was a vegetative state.

Perhaps.

Never waking up, that would be the best choice.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have suffered such great humiliation.

Just then.

Nie Xiaoqian's voice suddenly rang in his ear: "My Lord, this woman insults you so, I believe her tongue should be pulled out..."