Chapter 1348: 441. Copy Player
The body transformation services provided by the Angel Enterprises Alliance were both tense and exhilarating.
Cucumber Slice and his two friends were led off the ship by a crew mber and handed over to the staff of a scientific research space station.
The staff led this group of players who had sought out the Alliance, turning left and right within the space station until they finally stopped in a biotech laboratory that covered more than ten thousand square ters.
The biotechnology of the Angel Enterprises Alliance is best known for its concept of combining tallic tubes with flesh and blood.
Various flesh and blood organs connected by silvery white tubes floated in culture tanks filled with clear liquid.
These artificial organs were all over a hundred ters tall, standing within the laboratory like towering ancient trees.
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The massive culture tanks, equally colossal organs, and intricate silver-white tubes provided a visual impact that stunned the players for a full ten seconds before they could regain their composure.
Compared to the hundred-ter-tall culture tanks and flesh and blood organs, mankind seed so insignificant that Cucumber Slice and the others had the strange illusion of walking through a primordial jungle.
“Could all these organs belong to the artificial angels…”
“Weren’t we brought here for body transformations? Why have they brought us here?”
“Could it be they want to stuff those organs into our bodies?”
“Hiss… That’s so big… It will kill soone…”
“Hmm? Sothing’s off about what you’re saying…”
The players whispered quietly amongst themselves.
The staff mber responsible for maintaining order glanced at them a few tis but did not stop these country bumpkins from the United Bureau from murmuring to each other.
Cucumber Slice and his two companions mingled in the group, communicating only through the ga’s private chat system, making no sound.
“Captain, the item level of these artificial organs is so high that my ‘Telekinetic Perception’ skill is returning a string of question marks,” typed the player with the nickna “Tasty Winter lon” in the chat window.
He had taken on the combat profession of a Telekinetic Master.
‘Telekinetic Perception’ is the signature skill of a Telekinetic Master.
This skill uses telekinesis to lift, move, or strike objects to discern an object’s mass, energy, and defensive capabilities.
The information fed back by the perception is displayed on the ga interface as several vague text ssages.
Now, ‘Telekinetic Perception’ only returned a string of question marks, indicating that the mass, energy, and defensive capabilities of these artificial organs far exceeded Winter lon Brother’s range of perception.
Another player nad “Swanky Kelp” typed:
“My observations are similar to Winter lon’s—’Sharp-eyed Insight’ didn’t provide any useful information.”
Kelp Brother had taken on the combat profession of a Sharp-eyed Marksman.
‘Sharp-eyed Insight’ could provide information about an enemy’s weak points, which now, also only ca back as question marks.
Because Cucumber Slice had to lead the team, he didn’t have much ti to take on other professions and thus lacked the perceptive abilities of his brothers Winter lon and Kelp.
He glanced at the ssages in the chat window, pondered for a mont, and typed a line:
“Let’s see how it goes. We should stick to the original plan, with one of us undergoing profound transformation. As for who it’ll be, it depends on who among us ets the requirents for the profound transformation.”
Winter lon and Kelp nodded in agreent.
They were real brothers in reality, with a close relationship; it made no difference who underwent the profound transformation.
Just as the trio resolved their thoughts, a staff mber nearby seed to receive so command through their electronic brain.
One of them stepped out among the players, raising his hand towards the ceiling.
The players followed the direction pointed by this person’s hand.
A transparent cylindrical container swiftly descended from the ceiling, reaching ground level from over a hundred ters up within seconds and hovering steady at a half-ter height.
It was a transportation box with a clear cylindrical glass shell.
Inside were several dozen nanoinjectors, each about 30 centiters long.
The injectors were made entirely of tal, making it impossible for the players to see what color the liquid inside was.
The staff pressed a hand against the cylindrical transportation box, and as several white lights shot from his fingertips into the clear container, the door opened.
The nanoinjectors were distributed from the box to each player by the staff.
“Are we supposed to inject this stuff into ourselves?”
“Fortunately, it’s a nano-needle head, so there’s no pain or itch. If it were a traditional syringe needle, I reckon it would be painfully unbearable…”
“Weird, there’s at least half a liter of the injectable solution in this syringe. Is it really okay to inject all of it into our bodies?”
The players discussed amongst themselves while holding the injectors.
The staff standing by the transportation box pressed a chanical button on his neck, activating his subcutaneous voice device, and spoke with a synthetic electronic voice:
“Please inject the body transformation drug as soon as possible. You may choose any part of the body for the injection.”
A player raised his hand to speak:
“Excuse , are there any side effects to this body transformation drug?”
Back when they were ‘Interstellar Warriors’ at the United Bureau, the players had also been inoculated.
But at that ti, they used nanofluid pumps, and dical personnel handled the entire procedure, unlike now when they had to do it themselves.
If sothing unexpected were to happen, it wouldn’t be good, so it was better to ask carefully about any adverse reactions before proceeding with the injections.
The content of this player’s question was what the others wanted to know as well.
Everyone halted their discussions and looked intently at the staff.
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