Consciousness Transfer Begins

Under Nick Fury’s threat, Dr. Zola trembled with fear and did not dare make any rash moves. He nearly raised both hands in surrender.

Alex reached out and pressed down Nick Fury’s hand holding the pistol, sparing Dr. Zola the embarrassment. Then he turned to stare at Dr. Zola and said casually, "Red Skull and Hydra can be wiped out with a wave of my hand. Dr. Zola, make sure you don’t choose the wrong side!" With his own safety at stake, Alex had no choice but to be cautious. Warnings and threats were necessary.

Hearing Alex’s words, Dr. Zola, who had shown no particular reaction until then, seemed somewhat agitated. He raised a hand and earnestly defended himself, "Since I have joined the US Government, I have nothing to do with Hydra or Red Skull anymore!"

Alex merely shrugged noncommittally. Without saying anything, he gave Dr. Zola a meaningful look before turning and walking toward the experimental bed.

Using the moment he adjusted his glasses, Dr. Zola gave Alex’s back a deep look. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes and vanished in an instant. With a trace of excitement, he began bustling about beside the experimental bed. No one noticed Dr. Zola’s change.

Because Alex’s mind was exceptionally powerful, he did not need complicated preliminary preparations. The transfer could be conducted at any time, so the experiment went straight to its final and only stage: transferring Alex’s consciousness into the Consciousness Register. As for the energy body afterward, Alex would have to solve that himself. It was not Dr. Zola’s responsibility.

Dr. Zola walked over to Alex, who lay on the experimental bed. After carefully checking the equipment, he placed a helmet connected to intricate wiring over Alex’s head. The tangled mass of wires ran through several machines before ultimately leading into a black metal box that resembled an urn.

After securing the helmet firmly to Alex’s head, Dr. Zola turned and walked toward the control console, seemingly ready to begin.

At that moment, Emma could not help speaking. She studied the connected machines and the Consciousness Register, her expression hesitant.

"What are the backup measures?" Emma turned toward Dr. Zola, her gaze fierce and her face slightly pale. "What other precautions are there?!" Though Emma was not a researcher, she oversaw Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters and knew something about its laboratories and research. Dr. Zola’s equipment looked rather outdated, as though it had been left over from World War II. It looked so old that it felt extremely unsafe.

Besides, during their previous discussions, they had prepared a backup plan in case the Consciousness Register failed. If it could not store Alex’s consciousness, they would transfer his consciousness into a computer instead. Yet judging by the wiring in the experiment, there was clearly no computer mentioned in that backup plan.

Dr. Zola was just about to apologize when Alex, lying on the experimental bed, raised a hand to stop him. With a confident expression, he said, "No need. I feel like it’ll succeed!"

In fact, Alex had already tried it himself just moments ago. He had successfully transferred his consciousness into the Consciousness Register without even needing Dr. Zola to activate the machines. The Alex whose body was speaking now was actually being remotely controlled through telepathy!

Emma and the others did not know that Alex had already succeeded in testing it, so they did not approve. Alex did not want to reveal that secret either. He had always remained wary of Dr. Zola.

In the end, Alex lay on the experimental bed for quite a while longer before Dr. Zola finished setting up the backup plan. A computer was connected to the helmet covering Alex’s head through a special setup, making the already chaotic wiring even more complicated.

"Zola, if my consciousness transfers into the computer, will I be able to control that computer?" Having successfully tested the Consciousness Register, Alex began eyeing the computer as well. If he could control a computer, would that not make him a legendary intelligent program? The future internet would be unimaginably advanced. If he had that ability, he would strike it rich!

Dr. Zola wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned to Alex, and nodded. "Of course. It would be just like using a computer yourself from outside, with no difference at all. In fact, it would be even faster!"

Alex nodded silently, seemingly waiting for the experiment. Secretly, he had already used the Consciousness Register to remotely transmit his consciousness into the computer through radio waves. However, this transmission consumed a great deal of his energy, and entering the computer itself was somewhat difficult. After enormous effort, Alex’s consciousness finally entered the computer.

It was an incredibly wondrous sensory world. The only description Alex could think of was "The Matrix." It even felt cooler than Neo’s experience. Alex felt that he could control every program in the computer. Yet it was only control; he could not achieve the level of a legendary super-intelligent program. That disappointed him somewhat.

As he was letting his thoughts wander, Alex heard Dr. Zola’s voice. Though he tried to sound calm, he could not suppress the fluctuations in his tone. He was extremely excited. "Alex, get ready. It may hurt a little. Bear with it!"

Alex chuckled inwardly. If you knew I’d already completed the transfer, you’d probably get quite a shock! Proud as he was, Alex still had to put on a nervous expression. As he thought this, he transferred his consciousness back into his body. He wanted to test the effects of Dr. Zola’s equipment.

"Begin!" At Dr. Zola’s command, the Consciousness Transfer officially began.

A faint prickling sensation came from Alex’s forehead, like needles piercing him. It was fine at first, but gradually the prickling points became more numerous. No, it was not pain that increased, but the number of sensations. At first there had only been one or two points on his forehead, but as time passed, Alex felt as though his entire forehead had been covered in needles. It did not hurt, yet that dense, crawling sensation made goosebumps rise all over his body.

Seeing Alex’s pained expression, Emma and the other three women immediately gathered around him. Their lovely faces were filled with worry, and they could not help reaching out, wanting to smooth away the unconscious furrow between Alex’s brows.

"Don’t!" Just as Emma was about to move, Dr. Zola reached out to stop her. Under Emma’s icy gaze, he hurriedly explained, "Do not touch him during the transfer process, or unnecessary complications may occur."

Hearing Dr. Zola’s explanation, though it was somewhat vague, Emma obediently withdrew her right hand. However, the worry on her face only deepened.

On the experimental bed, after enduring the dense sensations, Alex gradually adapted. He felt more itchiness than pain, a tingling numbness, and an inexplicable pleasure unexpectedly rose in his heart.