I understand, but not completely.

Does it turn out that there are even luminous bodies among demons?

Isn't the luminous body an angel? Is it a demon that has fallen from an angel?

Li's mind flashed through several possibilities, but since the other party said it was an accident, he didn't ask the reason. He just looked at him again and asked: "Are you really a snake?"

Although the sound is indeed similar to that of the devil, in this world, the sound actually means nothing.

"There's no need to pretend, right? But if you insist on asking, do you still remember the extra advice?" The other party asked, "The one that hides the wall."

[There is a hidden wall in front, ah, treasure]

[No hidden walls, it’s a liar]

In that otherwise lifeless dream, those two contradictory messages left a deep impression on him.

The designer's deliberate misdirection was corrected, and he was convinced that there was a second person here.

"Remember," Li nodded, "Then, I am Li."

There was some unnecessary self-introduction, but neither party cared about it, and the other party followed the words and said, "I see, you don't have gray hair?"

Of course, the body he used this time, codenamed ‘Ranshu’, did not have any overly personalized decorations, and had an original head of brown hair above the ears.

"...I am a zero-level modified prosthetic human. The color of my hair is not important, it is just the painting."

To be precise, it is a structural body. As long as it has good compatibility with the tantalum-193 copolymer, the consciousness can be stripped and stored in the mechanical body.

In this world, it's level zero prostheticization, which is higher than level one where everything but the brain has been modified.

This term is also a euphemistic version of mechanical ascension.

It's a rarer option.

In a world with such advanced technology and energy, those who still choose to ascend mechanically must either really despise the physical body, or they are in dire need of rapid gains in combat power.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are a human being, you can't help but miss the past." Omo said calmly.

He had been observing, looking through the crystal lens of the cos helmet that seemed to obstruct his vision, but in fact he could see everything at a glance.

It looks exactly like a human being, and even the changes in the eyes and facial expressions have detailed feedback.

A prosthetic body that strives to be as realistic as this is either for fun or to miss the past when we were human.

But what he didn't know was that the structure's pursuit of this was more to stabilize the 'sea of ​​consciousness'.

This is a technical limitation. Just like organ transplant rejection, the construct's sea of ​​consciousness is not suitable for connecting bodies with strange structures.

But is it not that the soul is nostalgic for the past?

He had heard federal researchers lament this, but he never thought of it. He only felt that the other party was indeed a demon, and his words hit home the trouble in his heart.

It's also a misunderstanding, but it's not entirely a misunderstanding.

Because Omo could indeed see that he was absent-minded and his eyes were changeable, and more importantly - in the vision of the devil's soul, although the other party had the outline of a humanoid, there were countless intersecting lines.

It is like a surgical line that fixes the soul, or a dividing line that divides the soul blocks. The hue and saturation of each soul block is not consistent with the adjacent one.

It somewhat triggered his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
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