In the dimly lit room, silence prevailed. Even the slightest sound, such as a hair falling to the ground, seemed doubtful.

Yui's sole source of illumination in the room was the scattered glow from the incandescent light above the reinforced glass in the center of the ceiling, casting a hazy white shadow on the concrete floor.

Within this beam of light, one could clearly see dust particles slowly floating upwards in a disorderly fashion, akin to tormented souls struggling in the mortal world, restless and anxious.

In the shadows cast by the light, a teenager, dressed in restrictive clothing with a mouth gag, sat motionless.

It was not that he didn't want to move, but rather, his entire body was tightly immobilized, unable to make even the slightest inch or centimeter of movement.

He had become a statue, progressively growing more rigid, worn, and eventually decaying.

But before he became completely useless, there were those who sought to extract every bit of value from him, squeezing him dry until nothing was left.

"Mr. Chong MingDe, it's time for your intravenous therapy."

A detached male voice echoed from the speakers in the room.

It was not a request for consent from the teenager, just a procedural formality that allowed the staff to carry out these inhumane actions with a slightly clearer conscience.

Then, a staff member pushed a cart loaded with equipment and instruments, and stopped next to Chong MingDe. He loosened the fastenings on the teenager's right hand, revealing a small section of skin on his right forearm. On that small patch of skin, the remnants of a previous injection still lingered, displaying a purplish-black hue.

The teenager stared intently at the staff member, while the staff member avoided eye contact, unwilling to meet the teenager's gaze.

With practiced ease, the staff member inserted the needle into the teenager's arm. After confirming that the equipment had started infusing the necessary nutrients and energy for the teenager's survival, he retreated to the corner of the room, silently waiting for the machine to complete the rest of the process.

Day after day, the restrained teenager lived this kind of life.

Even bodily functions were assisted by tubes connected to his body.

Not to mention the luxury of freedom, even the most basic dignity as a human being, as a living organism, had been stripped away.

"Sir Bi, the energy replenishment for the experimental sample is complete."

"Good, organize the data collected just now within an hour and upload it to the server."

"Understood."

Outside the room was a spacious laboratory.

The cramped room where the teenager was imprisoned was right in the center of this laboratory.

For the teenager, the entire world was confined to just this small experimental room within the vast laboratory.

The one responsible for and in control of this laboratory was Mr. Yan.

After demonstrating his developed personality memory transfer technology to the sponsor, Mr. Manranyama Uminari, in Kyoto, he brought Chong MingDe back to continue his research in China.

For him, Chong MingDe was the most important and precious experimental subject at the moment.

As for human rights? Respect? At least within his jurisdiction, such concepts did not exist.

Currently, Yan's primary objective with this technology was to fulfill the contract with the sponsor, Manranyama Uminari, and help Manranyama Uminari's wife, Rikawa Wakaba, return to this world once again.

This would be Yan's first step in challenging the conventional norms and ethical morals of the world.