The Impossible Sequel to Genshin Impact

In this strangely quiet atmosphere, Sister Shen raised her snow-white, slender hands slowly and gracefully, as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, and gently pressed them on her slightly swollen temples. As time passed, she rubbed them quietly, as if she wanted to disperse all the fatigue through her fingertips.

After a long time, Sister Shen finally let go of her hands, with a deep helpless look on her face. Then, a long sigh came out of her mouth, and the sigh seemed to carry endless sorrow and troubles. Then, she opened her red lips and said in a slightly cold voice: "From now on, you will be called Anonymous. Regarding the matter of replacing your body... Well, in fact, it is more accurate to say that you need to completely separate your consciousness from the current body you are attached to, and then carefully inject it into a brand new body. However, the options I can provide are relatively limited at present, and there are only various bionic bodies to choose from. As for the kind of artificial people with complete human biological characteristics, I have no stock."

The anonymous person sat quietly on the slightly worn-out chair in the cab, his body slightly tilted, his head slightly tilted to the right, like a sculpture in deep thought. Time passed by minute by minute, and the only sounds in the cab were the slightest breathing and the occasional sound of machinery.

Finally, as if she had come back to her senses from her long thoughts, she slowly stretched out her right hand, picked up the paper and pen on the small table next to her, and after a little hesitation, she began to write carefully on the paper. Her handwriting was beautiful and powerful: "A bionic body is also fine, as long as it can make me less fragile." After writing this sentence, she gently put down the pen and stared at the words she had just written, thinking.

Sister Shen, who was standing not far away, looked at the actions of the anonymous person and nodded, expressing her understanding and approval. Then, she took two steps forward, came to the anonymous person, and said softly: "Okay, but this process may be a little painful, you have to be mentally prepared." Although Sister Shen's tone was calm, it revealed a hint of concern and seriousness.

At this moment, Si, who had been standing aside in silence and quietly observing the development of the situation, could no longer suppress the worry and uneasiness that kept surging in his heart. He frowned and opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated again and again. In the end, it was the strong worry that prevailed, and he couldn't help but interrupt and ask: "Sister Shen, is there really no risk in doing this? You know, this kind of thing is definitely not something you can joke about casually!" As soon as the voice fell, his originally tense face instantly became more tense, and his eyes were fixed on Sister Shen, as if he was afraid of missing even the slightest change in her expression, and eagerly waiting for her to give a reassuring answer.

After hearing Si's question, Sister Shen slowly turned her head and glared at him fiercely with eyes as sharp as knives. Her face was full of displeasure, and she responded unhappily: "Humph, of course there will be certain risks! But it's not so big that people are daunting. What? With your little courage, do you still dream of accomplishing something earth-shaking with us?" Faced with Sister Shen's ruthless questioning and ridicule, Si couldn't help feeling embarrassed. He subconsciously stretched out his right hand and scratched the back of his head, revealing an awkward smile on his face. He explained sheepishly: "Hehehe, I asked one more question because I'm really worried... You are a magnanimous person, don't take it to heart."

Then, the cyborgs walked out of the slightly small and crowded cockpit together, and walked through the long corridor that ran through the entire interior of the spacecraft with steady and powerful steps. The corridor was lined with closed cabin doors on both sides, and each door seemed to hide countless unknown secrets and stories. After a short search, they finally came to the R corridor and accurately found the target among the many cabins - the door leading to the laboratory cabin.

With a slight "creaking" sound, the heavy door was slowly pushed open. What came into view was a spacious, bright and technological laboratory cabin, with a dazzling array of advanced instruments and equipment. In the center of the room, a mysterious prototype of the machine was quietly hanging, exuding a cold metallic luster, like a sleeping peerless work of art.

Sister Shen walked lightly and quickly, and in the blink of an eye she arrived in front of the prototype. She raised her hand slightly and waved her fingers gently. In an instant, a translucent virtual keyboard appeared in front of her eyes as if it was cast by magic. This virtual keyboard flickered with a faint light, looming, giving people a dreamy feeling.

Sister Shen is already familiar with all these operations. Her fingers are like nimble butterflies, flying across the keyboard. Every stroke is accurate, smooth and coherent, without any pause or hesitation. With a series of crisp and pleasant tapping sounds, it is like a wonderful concert being performed.

At the same time, a small and exquisite USB data cable was inserted into the extremely hidden interface behind the neck of the bionic robot at lightning speed like a spirit snake. The whole process was so fast that it was dazzling, as if it happened in just a moment.

Almost at the same moment when the data cable was successfully inserted into the interface, a slight "beep" sound was heard, and then a gentle and sweet female voice suddenly came from inside the body: "The key has been released." The voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature, echoing in the air.

After completing the operation of decrypting the key, Sister Shen did not stop her actions. She turned her head slightly and her eyes fell on the anonymous person standing beside her. Then she stretched out her right index finger and pointed at a device in the corner of the room, and said, "Anonymous, sit on that chair."

After hearing the instructions, Anonymous behaved very obediently. She took a step without hesitation and walked towards the mysterious-looking instrument in the corner. When she approached the instrument, she slowed down and appeared to be extremely cautious. Finally, she sat down steadily on the chair.