The process of adjustment was enjoyable.

The assistants were all very professional, and Ziong MingDe also cooperated, thus reducing the entire debugging and adaptation time by half.

"The installation of the sensor-related equipment is complete, the test run is complete, and there are no abnormalities."

"The installation of the data receiving and display-related equipment is complete, the test run is complete, and there are no abnormalities."

"The installation of the experimental sample container fixation device is complete, the load test is complete, and there are no abnormalities."

"The reception and processing device for brain waves..."

The reports were constant, and Dr. Murata, who was in charge of leading these assistants, calmly recorded everything in his report. Then, as the sound stopped, he also stopped recording.

All preparations were ready.

Dr. Murata walked in front of Yan and reported the situation to him.

At this moment, Yan was reading through a yellowed notebook filled with formulas and calculations, densely written yet neatly organized. After noticing Dr. Murata's arrival, it took Yan a moment to snap out of his thoughts and respond.

"The first stage of the experiment will begin in ten minutes."

Yan gave the command softly, then got up and left.

He didn't even spare a glance at Ziong MingDe.

And Ziong MingDe, without paying attention to Yan's movements, simply lay in the huge, white, ovoid-shaped container, closing his eyes and refreshing himself.

"The first stage of the experiment will begin in ten minutes!"

Dr. Murata repeated Yan's instructions loudly. With the command, the assistants, who had just taken a moment to catch their breath, immediately started bustling again.

Before a patient enters the operating room and gets on the operating table, there is inevitably a process of psychological preparation and acceptance.

From an external standpoint, this is manifested as mental confusion, indecisiveness, and difficulty in communication.

And as mentioned earlier, just like going on vacation, Ziong MingDe laid lazily in the container.

The pure white, ovoid-shaped container, resembling a cobblestone, would determine Ziong MingDe's life or death on the operating table.

In fact, Ziong MingDe had not achieved a state of transcending the world through deep enlightenment. Instead, he had already made psychological preparations long ago.

Ever since he received Yan's invitation for this experiment and made decisions on how to respond, he had already experienced and completed this process of psychological preparation and acceptance.

Of course, it was a painful process.

Now, lying on the "operating table," he focused on relaxing his body and adjusting his mental state, ready to face the experiment in the best condition.

- Let "Ziongzong" live on.

- Let "Ziong MingDe" live on.

These two voices echoed in his mind.

After a while, these voices turned into:

- Let "Ziongzong" live on.

- And if possible, let "Ziong MingDe" live on as well.

Thoughts created ripples in his mind, firmly setting the goal, and Ziong MingDe completely entered the experimental state.

Years ago, back when he was in the orphanage, the skill of creating and transferring personalities was just learned as a hobby, like a toy. But here, it welcomed this long-awaited opportunity…

Will it bear fruit?

Or perhaps...

The end of destiny?

No, these are all trivial matters. Words are just superficial and fade with time... There is nothing more important than being able to witness these things firsthand.

Just as everything in the laboratory is about to be prepared, Yan, who has just come out of the laboratory, is greeted by an important guest outside the research institute... Or to be more accurate, this guest may become a vital sponsor or supporter of the experiment.

"Thank you for your assistance in this experiment, Mr. Yan."

The middle-aged man stands tall and confident, extending a hand that matches his rugged and weathered appearance, filled with the marks of time.

"There's no need for pleasantries until we succeed, Uminari."

Yan smiles, his usual poker-faced smile, and firmly shakes hands with Manranyama Uminari.