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After a round of external cardiac compressions and resuscitation procedures, Subject No. 2’s heart rate finally returned to normal. What had caused her heart to stop so abruptly? Was it related to the consciousness connection, or was it a physical, physiological arrest? In any case, her body could not be allowed to come to harm. Hollen had already spent an additional twelve minutes saving her; if she lingered too long in the system, there was a risk her brain function would suffer damage. Consciousness could be submerged, but the functional tissues must remain intact—otherwise, it would be a setback for Aiwen.

Now he found himself in an impossible predicament: Subject No. 2’s consciousness had remained in the Nightmare Space for so long, yet still had not been submerged. Even when he raised the nightmare’s level, her consciousness remained perfectly intact. As Hollen weighed his options, he also assessed the likelihood of ultimate success. Would he fail? He had never considered such a possibility before; he had always been confident. But after everything that had happened, the results were less than ideal, and true success still seemed so far away…

At that moment, the internal phone rang. Only the company’s top executives could use this line. He hesitated a moment before slowly picking up the receiver.

A familiar, deep voice of a middle-aged man spoke: “Terminate the experiment immediately. If you don’t, there will be no more funding for your research. I hope you understand that.” The voice was heavy with anger. It was Hollen’s father.

Hollen had been secretly using private family assets to develop his consciousness replacement program. This sudden order to stop could not be easily accepted. Besides, how had his father known that today he was officially launching the experiment? He had told no one outside the lab.

“Why?” Hollen replied coldly.

“There’s no reason. I know you’re using the family’s resources for your experiments, and you’re also collaborating with outsiders. I don’t want to see anyone take advantage of you or our family.”

“Father, it’s not what you think.”

“Don’t bother hiding it, I know everything. That circle of influence is not something ordinary businessmen like us can afford to provoke.”

“My research will change the academic world!”

The voice on the other end thundered: “Your research is worthless. I may have money to burn, but if you attract the attention of that power, I can only order you to stop!”

“It’s really not as you imagine—”

“I won’t say it again.” With that, the call was cut off.

Even with this order from his father, Hollen would not be deterred. If the SNS Group withdrew funding, the Scepter Corporation would support him—the very force his father had warned him about. It was a mysterious organization specializing in black technology, its funding sources unknown—possibly a transnational power or an international organization of some kind. Even Hollen did not know for certain. He cared only for his research, for his consciousness replacement program; everything else was irrelevant. He partnered with whomever funded his work. In truth, he was more a numb scholar than anything else. Ethics and morality could wait; his only priority was to see if consciousness replacement could truly succeed.

Hollen focused his attention on Subject No. 2’s vital signs, which seemed stable for now. But why had she experienced sudden cardiac arrest just now? He was sure he had been monitoring her body with utmost care the entire time, without any pharmacological intervention. Was it her brain? No, that was impossible. Only severe external brain trauma causing congestion and pressure would typically induce cardiac arrest, but she had suffered no such injury—

Code Space—

If she used “quantum microcurrents” to stimulate her neurons, there might be a chance of awakening; no, in fact, the chances were quite high. If she could master the timing of her own awakening, she would never again be at Hollen’s mercy. Aiwen pondered this continuously.

The H-System’s vulnerabilities and the instability of the consciousness replacement program meant she could first hack into the system, then transmit quantum microcurrents through the system’s electromagnetic connections to the consciousness body’s cerebral cortex neurons. With micro-electrostimulation, rapid awakening would be easy.

She also needed to destroy the H-Code. The H-Code served as a balancing connection: aside from linking the two consciousness databases, it also connected multiple dream spaces. Nightmare Space was just one of these, a module Hollen had added later. Logically, new dream spaces could always be inserted. To disrupt the balance, one could simulate new dream spaces by inserting additional code. Creating a space the system could not easily identify was not difficult—it would only take time, but here, time was meaningless.

In reality, the dream space Aiwen planned to add was her own “Doxiang Space” portal. Not only would this keep her off Hollen’s radar, it would destabilize the H-Code system. The data expansion in Doxiang Space, powered by quantum supercomputing, could evolve from a single point into a multidimensional super-space. Another remarkable feature: the space could fold. If the balance became insufficient or critically unstable, the H-Code would instantly collapse.

Aiwen, with her exceptional intellect, wrote code at a superhuman speed, far surpassing ordinary computers, thanks to quantum computing. Her quantum consciousness was itself like a super-brain.

With the final corrections completed, she could immediately launch the invasion of the H-Code system. The only problem was that Xiaoya Xian was still trapped in Nightmare Space. She had to extract her to her own domain—the safest place. Aiwen had considered: if she were no longer present in the real world, she would be completely severed from it, her consciousness infinitely preserved in Doxiang Space. But now that consciousness could be quantified and replaced, she didn’t have to follow Hollen’s method. Instead, she could compress herself to a particle state, stored somewhere in the brain’s neural network. Being so minuscule, even millions of such particles would take up almost no space in the brain.

They could be stored in either hemisphere, and through this brain, she could continue to experience the evolution of real-world history. The idea was not impossible, provided Xiaoya Xian was willing. Aiwen would not occupy her mind or override her self-awareness, existing only as a bystander. As a particle-form consciousness—quantifiable, expandable—she could not only reside in the brain but also roam and connect across the network and Doxiang Space. Three different domains, three different perspectives in time and space—

But just as Aiwen was preparing to execute her plan, trouble arose for Xiaoya Xian again. Aiwen sensed physical distress—not in the consciousness, but the body. Xiaoya’s heart had suddenly gone into arrest, which seemed impossible; it was not a brain issue. If the heart failed again, the brain would suffer hypoxia and die…

Nightmare Space—

She refused to collapse here; she wanted to return to her brother and live a good life! Xiaoya’s consciousness grew more and more indistinct—she was already in a dream state, so why did it feel so thin? Was something wrong with her body? What was that jolt, like an electric shock to her chest? She’d been hit two or three times in the chest, then her awareness blurred, her breathing grew labored…

Fortunately, it had passed. She got up from the ground and noticed that the flooring was different—the corridor tiles were stacked in layers, changing color and reflective surface in three dimensions. She wasn’t hallucinating; the tiles truly shifted, transforming endlessly.

This had never happened before; now the system was clearly upgrading itself.

She still needed the pendant to find Room 1307. She had to locate the entrance as quickly as possible. Xiaoya began to run, but after passing more than a dozen doors, she realized the tiles beneath her feet kept changing. At first, she didn’t understand what was happening, but the farther she ran, the more it felt as if she was running in place. The blue glow from the pendant flickered faintly, never growing brighter. Could the corridor be endlessly extending? Was the shifting color and reflections of the tiles designed to disorient her, to make the corridor grow longer without her noticing? How long would it take to reach the end—would there ever be an end?

She refused to give up; there must be a way through! At that very moment, the particle consciousness Aiwen had hidden in Xiaoya’s brain was activated. Aiwen had successfully hacked the H-Code; the particle consciousness had entered Xiaoya’s cortex via an external sensory interface.

“Xiaoya, the Nightmare Space code isn’t hard to crack. Follow my instructions: step on the right color tiles and you’ll break the corridor’s endless extension,” Aiwen’s voice sounded again.

Hearing this, Xiaoya’s hope was restored. “Ai, is that you? Didn’t you say you couldn’t show yourself for now?”

“I haven’t shown myself; I’m only speaking to you as a particle consciousness, now directly hidden somewhere in your brain.”

“What does that mean?”

“There’s no time to explain. Just follow my directions and the stalemate will end soon.”

“So what should I do?”

“Step along the floor tiles: every set of three, you’ll find a black one that suddenly turns white. Step on it the moment it changes! Do this three times in a row.”

“Understood.” Xiaoya did as Aiwen instructed, stepping three times on the tiles that turned from black to white.

“Now, to the right of the white tile, there’s a green tile. It’ll shift to a silvery reflective surface. Step on it as it changes, five times in a row, then move ten steps to the left.”

“All right.” She continued to follow the instructions.

Sure enough, the layered, overlapping floor tiles began to unravel, the blocks floating up like falling prisms, reflecting and refracting beams of light that shattered each other. Until, at last, everything disappeared—