Actually, judging from Bai's words, the suspicion about Catherine earlier seemed to be mostly true.

However, once a thought imprint was applied, it could instantly alter the thoughts and perceptions of the imprinted person. Catherine's thoughts should have returned to the right track by now.

Time ticked away, minute by minute.

About five minutes later, more than ten supermodified people appeared below the building, most looking a bit nervous, as they entered the experiment center's door together.

Was Bai's timing really this precise?

Griss's mouth twitched slightly as he looked up at the sky.

Beyond the thick atmospheric clouds was the tightly sealed planetary defense system, like an iron barrel.

...

In a space region somewhat far from the planet, the East Wind lay hidden in a belt of asteroids.

Snap!

Yang Ming clipped on the shell-shaped communicator, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Done."

Griss, that guy, was the toughest to handle in today's plan. Now it seemed he could be kept stable.

Later, give Griss and his group some meat to earn some achievements here, completing the reversal of "ordinary transformed people" against "supermodified people," as a way of reciprocation.

"Boss!"

Lyu's figure appeared nearby:

"The supermodified people center has already completed its deployment, and the fourteen supermodified people marked by Bryant have entered the experimental building."

"How's Bryant doing?"

"There hasn't been any exposure, but a certain amount of traces will inevitably be left."

Lyu said softly:

"The hidden danger we actually need to worry about now is my senior, the Imperial Defense System.

"If she intervened, we would lose everything instantly. If she didn't, I had full confidence to complete the final steps and erase all traces."

Yang Ming exhaled slowly.

He chuckled, "That's an unavoidable risk. When the disparity in hard power is too great, all calculations and schemes become futile."

Lyu added, "Based on the details you've recounted of the Emperor Star's palace coup events, it can be judged that my senior cannot act freely at present, or else the current Emperor wouldn't be under such restrictions. The difficulty of the current plan lies in not knowing how much intelligence the Emperor has grasped."

"Let's wait and see, have a little patience."

Yang Ming lay reclining in the captain's chair, closing his eyes comfortably, fingers gently tapping the armrest.

He seemed able to see everything happening in that gray-toned building.

...

The more than ten supermodified people pre-marked by Bryant had reached the imprinting laboratory, divided randomly into three groups of five or four each.

They exchanged glances repeatedly, looking increasingly tense.

These people were all members of Catherine's secret group chat.

Although "A01" had sent a message last night, telling them, "Everything will be fine,"

and over the past few days, the physicals they attended, the inquiries had all ended smoothly without any trouble,

yet, at this moment, as the real imprinting time approached, they still couldn't help but sweat a little.

Actually, there wasn't much hesitation.

The worst result of accepting the imprint was to continue their previous lives, becoming the Empire's blade, performing some minor tasks regularly, and waiting for their dimension-upgrading experiment to come.

Buzz——

The peers' green light turned on, and the first group of five entered the single path ahead, heading towards the five single compartments.

The equipment started smoothly.

The imprint test began officially.

In a certain corner of the experiment center, Bryant looked down at the five single compartments beneath, a weird smile curled on his lips.

Suddenly, muffled groans and low growls came from below.

These sounds persisted briefly, and the heavy breathing of the five supermodified people gradually became calm.

A few minutes later, the words "Imprint Experiment Successful" appeared on the projection screen in front of Bryant.

Bryant activated the imprint information button, glanced at the content inside, saw a series of red "Death" words, and raised his hand to modify the imprint content.

He enjoyed this game.

Bryant changed the imprint content to "Damn the Empire," "Overthrow the Emperor's Autocracy," "Never Surrender."

This was indeed interesting.

The first group of five supermodified people left the single compartments, retching lowly, their eyes bloodshot, while their muscles swelled continuously.

Several medical robots immediately moved forward to inject sedatives for each of them.

The reactions to the imprint varied from supermodified person to person.

However, most of the supermodified people who accepted the imprint today, like Catherine, were calm, as the content of their second imprint didn't differ much from their first one.

The first imprint was "Loyalty to the Sherman Empire, dedicating all."

The second imprint was "Loyalty to the Sherman Empire and the Imperial Emperor, dedicating all for the dimension-upgrading experiments."

Such innate "adaptability" wasn't too bad.

Of course, for the five in the lounge, who were imprinted with "Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death," it was quite hard to accept. A stronger reaction was normal for them, too.

Several minutes later, five more supermodified people arrived in the lounge, breathing heavily but with exceptionally resolute eyes.

After roughly the same amount of time, the remaining four completed their gathering.

The fourteen supermodified people reconvened, each with reactions, big or small.

"Where's the exit?" one person frowned and asked.

Suddenly, a sizzling sound came from the corner, and masses of cyan mist quickly surged towards their feet.

"Gas! It's neurotoxin!"

"They really want to kill us!"

"Run!"

One supermodified person's muscles swelled violently, grabbing a medical robot and smashing it towards the glass above, shouting at the top of his lungs:

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