Chapter 339: One Soul, Two Bodies
Alan felt that his body and mind were undergoing a radical transformation!
Along with the return of the Taotie system, the Taotie origin, potential reserves, attributes and resistances provided by special ingredients have also returned.
What’s even more wonderful is that the data on the status panel doesn’t just belong to Alan outside the sink.
Dr. Allen, who is sleeping in the tank, has exactly the same attributes and abilities.
One soul, but two different bodies.
In fact, Allen is no stranger to this kind of wonderful experience.
The clone created by "blood transformation" is similar.
It was no difficulty for him to control two bodies at the same time and do two things at once.
Master the "secret art of distraction" and practice distraction meditation every day. Doing two things at once is as easy and natural as breathing.
Alan can wake up the other self sleeping in the tank at any time, the question is what to do next?
Take Dr. Allen back to Liberty City?
Alan shook his head slightly.
This is not a good idea.
Leaving Dr. Allen here, obtaining a legal identity in the Metropolitan Shelter, and finding an opportunity to infiltrate Solomon Corporation is the way to maximize profits.
In this way, Allen's two identities are in two opposing camps.
The "Prophet" preaches in the refugee camp, gains faith and will, and quickly improves the rank of warlock.
"The Doctor" infiltrates Solomon Corporation and comes into contact with the latest research results of Titan cells. He tries to unravel the mystery of the origin of Titan cells, thereby accelerating the progress of Titan Origin fusion.
When a conflict occurs between opposing parties, the "prophet" and the "doctor" can play both sides, fish in troubled waters, and make maximum profits.
As I was thinking, a system prompt came to my mind.
"Do you want to spend your potential to eliminate the Titan cells in your body?"
Alan was slightly startled, then he realized that this reminder was not for him, but for another self in the sink.
The prophet Allen came from the world of warlocks.
Innate virus resistance, immune to Titan cell infection.
Dr. Allen is a native of this magically modified Earth.
Before he fell asleep, he had been infected with Titan cells due to an experimental accident.
It was not until he resonated with the Prophet Allen's soul that he gained immunity to the virus.
At this point, the Titan cells had been symbiotically coexisting with his organ tissues for many years, becoming a part of himself.
By spending 10 potential points, you can eliminate all mutated tissues in the doctor's body and become immune to Titan cell infection.
But Allen wasn't going to do that.
"System! How much potential will it take to control the Titan cells in the doctor's body to less than 10%?"
"6 potential points."
"Very good! Just do it!"
Alan gave the order.
It is definitely not a wise move to completely eliminate the Titan cells in the Doctor's body and turn him into a natural person!
First of all, after waking up, the doctor was unable to explain to the top executives of Solomon Corporation why all the Titan cells in his body disappeared inexplicably?
The disappearance of part of it can also be said that one's own resistance is at work.
Not a single Titan cell was left. It was too unbelievable and would inevitably arouse suspicion and investigation from higher-ups.
Secondly, by retaining some of the Doctor's Titan cells in his body and controlling them below the safety line of 10%, he will be a normal infected person who can connect to the Titan network, apply for a network ID, and become a legal resident of the Metropolis Shelter.
On this basis, Alan can carry out activities in the city through the identity of Doctor.
After a while, the system gave feedback.
As per his request, the Titan cells in the doctor's body have been suppressed below the cancer warning line.
Alan nodded in satisfaction and waved goodbye to himself in the sink.
The illusory spirit quietly disappeared beneath the floor.
Prophet Allen, just leave.
After a while, Dr. Allen in the sink suddenly opened his eyes.
As vital signs began to recover strongly, the monitoring equipment nearby issued a sharp alarm.
At the same time, the sealed glass cover above the sink slowly opened upwards with a hissing sound as the air valve exhausted air.
Dr. Allen sat up from the sink, wiped his wet hair, and clenched his fists.
After being in a coma for thirteen years, his skin turned sickly pale.
Logically speaking, relaxed muscles should not be able to exert any strength.
But, just at the moment he clenched his fist.
The air in the palm of his hand was squeezed and exploded!
BANG!!
It was like lighting a firecracker, and the crisp bang echoed in the empty underground hall.
Alan nodded in satisfaction.
I just woke up from a long sleep and my physical condition is really bad.
However, the 97-point physical attribute is not just for show.
Even in his weakened state at this moment, he can still kill the Tyrannosaurus Rex with one punch!
There were messy footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.
Bang!
The door was knocked open.
A group of heavily armed security guards rushed in.
Soon after, researchers in white coats followed in.
Alan watched the chaos calmly.
He nodded to the bewildered crowd as a greeting.
"Excuse me, I seem to have slept for a long time. May I ask what day is today?"
Everyone looked at each other and no one said anything.
When the atmosphere was tense, the door was pushed open again.
Two men wearing sunglasses hurried in.
At this time, Alan has expanded his domain and can clearly sense the vitality and soul strength of everyone, from which he can judge the strength of the other party.
The two men wearing sunglasses are obviously much stronger than the other mercenaries. They should be A-level "Wanderers" of the same level as "Crocodile King" Wayne.
The tall and thin young man on the left walked straight to the sink and raised his right hand wearing a black glove, with his palm facing Allen.
laugh!
A stream of white gas spurted out from his palm.
At the same time, Allen received a system prompt and learned that he had just inhaled a level 6 toxin with a strong anesthetic effect.
Alan is completely immune to this level of anesthetic spray.
But in order to keep the play going, he felt that he should give the man in sunglasses some face and pretend to be anesthetized.
Then, Alan showed appropriate weakness, collapsed in the hypnotic spray, and fell into a sleep that was so realistic that it was hard to tell the difference.
The man in sunglasses slowly lowered his hands, with a smug smile on the corners of his lips.
His superpower, "hypnotic gas", is so powerful that even the Titan Bear would collapse and fall into anesthesia and sleep if he inhaled a little bit.
A researcher who has been in a coma for thirteen years, just woke up from a long hibernation, and is as weak as a chick, how could he possibly resist?
Another man in sunglasses took a step forward, pressed the index finger of his right hand between Alan's eyebrows, injected a stream of mental power, and tried to scan the memory fragments before and after he woke up.
Alan pretended to be asleep and secretly activated the "prayer spell" to simulate the 4th-level magic "memory tampering".
He hid his true memory of being awakened by the "prophet" and replaced it with spontaneous awakening.
After a moment, the man in sunglasses removed his fingers and his brows relaxed.
"In his memory, there is no external factor that caused him to wake up suddenly. It seems to be just an accident."
His companion nodded, agreeing with his judgment.
"I just checked, and the other 143 test subjects are still in a dormant state."
"Since this is the only exception, it can only be explained as an accident."
"Fortunately, there was no major chaos. I hope the boss and the lady can accept the results of our investigation."
The two men stopped talking and ordered the medical staff on the scene to move Allen out of the sink.
He was dried, put on a hospital gown, loaded onto a wheelchair, and transferred to the inpatient department of the sanatorium, where he was assigned a single intensive care room.
Alan let it be.
After everyone left, I relaxed and took a nap.
When I woke up, it was already bright outside and my stomach was growling.
The nurse brought breakfast, including milk, biscuits and fresh fruit.
Alan pretended to be weak and sipped from the milk cup with both hands.
The nurse was a kind middle-aged woman. Seeing how hard he was struggling, she hurried over to serve him his meal.
Taking this opportunity, Alan chatted with the nurse.
He asked what day it was and how long he had been unconscious.
After asking some obvious questions...
Alan expressed the nurse's surprise and confusion at having been in a coma for thirteen years.
At the same time, cameras secretly installed in various hidden corners of the ward focused on Allen's face.
In the monitoring room next door, the matrix monitoring screen showed close-ups of Alan's facial expressions from all angles.
There were two people sitting in the monitoring room.
The old man with white hair and beard sat on a folding chair with his legs crossed.
He was dressed elegantly in a suit and tie, holding an ivory-carved cane in his hand, looking like an elegant gentleman.
On the long sofa on the other side, sat a young woman wearing denim overalls.
He weighs over 300 kilograms and is almost as fat as a meatball.
The sofa that can accommodate three people is filled up by her alone.
The sofa cushions seemed to be crushed by the fat buttocks, and the springs occasionally creaked and groaned as if they could not bear the weight.
She has a round, chubby face, fair and tender skin, and her short black hair makes her look like a glutinous rice dumpling with sesame filling.
Her big watery eyes are charming and bright.
The fat girl took out a lollipop from the front pocket of her overalls.
He tore off the wrapping paper, put it in his mouth and sucked it with relish, while listening to Alan and the nurse chatting through the monitor.
"It seems that this kid is not lying. He really doesn't know that the whole world has changed during the years he was in a coma."
The fat girl said while holding a lollipop.
The old gentleman was noncommittal about her judgment.
He stood up with his cane in hand and said to her, "Margaret, come with me to the ward to visit Dr. Allen and have a chat."
"Dad, you don't seem to be planning to put him back into hibernation?"
Although Margaret was fat, she was unusually agile. She jumped up from the sofa lightly like a nimble fat cat.
"Don't forget, this person's blood can provide the cancer antigens of Titan cells, which is the company's most valuable asset."
"The company still has 143 valuable assets like him, so it's not like we can't do without him."
The old gentleman replied calmly.
"Compared to his blood, I am more interested in his sudden awakening. Perhaps he can bring me new scientific research inspiration."
The old man pushed open the door and walked into the ward.
Margaret followed behind and was stuck in the overly narrow door frame, looking a little embarrassed.
She tried to sidle through the door.
However, the overly plump belly, as well as the protruding breasts and buttocks, once again became obstacles for Carmen.
"Pooh!"
Margaret's face was filled with rage. She angrily spat out the candy bar in her mouth, took a deep breath, contracted her abdomen, and finally squeezed in.
Alan sat on the hospital bed, observing the two uninvited guests, looking at a loss.
The nurse quickly stood up, bowed to the father and daughter, and then introduced the identities of the two to Alan.
The old gentleman waved his hand, signaling her not to say anything more.
He walked over to the bed and extended his hand to Alan.
"Dr. Allen, do you still recognize me?"
Alan quickly sat up straight and shook hands with the graceful old man through his white gloves made of high-grade silk.
"You are... Mr. Director?"
Alan pretended to be unsure.
The old man smiled and nodded.
"Time flies. I miss the days when I worked with you at the institute."
"I don't deserve your words." Allen said with a look of trepidation, "You were already a world-class expert at that time, and I was just a small clerk under you... Compared to what I remember, you look much older, and your hair is gray."
"After all, thirteen years have passed. Aging is inevitable. But you still look as young as ever while sleeping in the hibernation capsule. I really envy you."
Dr. Solomon sat on the sofa next to the bed, sighing leisurely.
Alan nodded, indicating that he agreed deeply.
He turned to look at the fat girl, looking her up and down.
Margaret was rubbing her sleeves that were scratched by the door frame. She was very angry. When she noticed Alan's gaze, she immediately glared back at him.
"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen a woman as fat as me?"
Alan has never seen...
However, curiosity is curiosity, but etiquette should not be lost.
"Miss, you have a good figure. You will look great when you lose weight."
"Haha! You're quite good at talking!"
Margaret looked sarcastic.
It was obvious that she was tired of hearing such polite words.
After a brief chat, Solomon and his daughter stated their intention.
He was very interested in Alan's sudden awakening and wanted to give him a thorough examination.
In addition to routine tests such as blood draws, Dr. Solomon also has to personally use "mind reading" to check his memory.
Alan pretended to be submissive and passively accepted the manipulation of the father and daughter.
Dr. Solomon's "mind reading" ability has reached a legendary level with brain wave intensity even exceeding that of Professor Butler.
Even the "mental barrier" that Allen had added in advance couldn't stop it!
Fortunately, I have retrieved the Taotie system to strengthen my mental resistance.
With the help of false memories, I got through this stage safely.
So far, Allen has initially gained the trust of the father and daughter.
Dr. Solomon personally registered a network ID for him, granting him legal residency in the Metropolitan Shelter, free housing and cancer inhibitors.
As a price, Allen must accept real-time network monitoring.
Allen had no objection to this.
Anyway, he has plenty of ways to avoid surveillance. The important thing is to gain access to the "Solomon Network" and thus gain the opportunity to explore the deep architecture of the network.
"Dr. Allen, next we will assess your level of superpowers, which will determine your class in the shelter and the authority you have," Dr. Solomon said solemnly.
"If you have not awakened any other superpowers besides telepathy, then unfortunately, the only benefits you can enjoy are free housing and cancer inhibitors."
"On the contrary, if you can show greater strength and prove your potential and value, you can not only enjoy more benefits, but also get a decent job with good pay and can fully display your talents."
"Mr. Solomon, I understand what you mean."
Alan got off the bed with some difficulty.
"Since I woke up, I've noticed some wonderful changes happening to me."
"In addition to telepathy, I can also use my mind to instantly move myself to a distant place."
As he spoke, Alan looked outside the ward door, and his body slowly disappeared in a circle of silver light.
Solomon and his daughter turned their heads and looked outside the door at the same time.
Sure enough, a silver halo appeared out of nowhere and gathered into the shape of Alan, standing in the corridor facing the door.
"Wanderer?" Margaret looked at her father.
Dr. Solomon nodded slightly.
"The teleportation distance is not far enough, but it is indeed a standard capability of the rover."
"Maybe it's because he's too weak." Margaret stroked his chubby cheek and said, "Eat more Titan meat and crystal core shocks. When he becomes stronger, he will definitely be able to teleport to a longer distance."
"The key is whether it can be teleported, not the distance." Dr. Solomon smiled calmly, "Anyway, the rover can use the Titan network to assist in teleportation. Whether it can be teleported to a certain place depends only on whether the place is within the network service area."
Margaret nodded, agreeing with her father.
Alan returned to the ward and said to the father and daughter with a little uneasiness:
"Captain, Miss, besides teleportation, I seem to have another superpower... but I'm not proficient in using it."
