Strategy to Capture Men

Han Yanyan took a deep breath to prevent herself from bitching about why there such a high-tech civilization still had imperial royalty.

"What does his origin have to do with my failure?" she asked.

"Of course it has something to do with it," Leo said, upset about being interrupted. "Think about his identity, status, strength, and what he's currently doing. What winds and waves hasn't he met? Do you think his strength of mind is comparable to a little pampered princeling? Do you think you can wake him by just a little stimulation?"

"I had three architects. One of them he killed while inside the simulated world. It was partly my carelessness - that architect's health wasn't too good, so when he died so violently his brain couldn't take it. When the brain is dead, the body follows. The other two, just like you, confronted him directly and suffered the obvious consequences. With them before you, I never dared slack off afterward. That was how you were lucky enough to survive through me pulling the plug on the simulated world right at the critical moment. Bah, I even genetically modified you just to save your life. You should thank me."

I thank you all the way up to the 18th generation of your ancestors.1

"I get it. What you call 'capturing' is in fact for the purpose of stimulating him. With enough stimulation, his spiritual source will reopen, and he will come back to life. But since he's so freaking awesome, how do you expect me to stimulate him?" Han Yanyan asked gloomily.

"Oh, don't underestimate yourself!" Leo said excitedly. "You may not know it, but you're the best one so far!"

In that pure white space, a glowing chart appeared in front of Han Yanyan.

"What is this?" she asked.

"The blue line represents the wave frequency of his spiritual power, and the red line is the value that it must reach in order to reopen," Leo told her. "Now look, look, these two changes are the results of your accomplishments."

First the blue line rose just a little, and then it rose again by a much larger amount, but... it was still a long way off from the red line above.

Han Yanyan stared at the blue line. The large jump was her betraying Yao Chen, so the small jump was…

"Ah..." she let out softly. Compared with hate, love truly was insignificant.

She had originally been bitter about Ding Yao, but now she no longer cared. It no longer mattered what Ding Yao had been thinking at the time, whether he had done it by accident or intentionally. Because "Ding Yao" was just a character.

She had designed him herself, and that was the personality she had given him.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Looking up suddenly, she asked, "Leo, if Ding Yao and Yao Chen are both Yao, then why could Ding Yao detect that the world was false2, while Yao Chen accepted the world and characters completely?"

"Huh? Ding Yao... ummm, probably a problem with your world?" Leo said.

Han Yanyan didn't believe it. Her zombie apocalypse world had been quite well-woven.

"Bullshit!" Leo said in disgust, "What the hell is a zombie?"

"It's a sort of cell-activating virus..."

"Nonsense!" When it came to technology, Leo just couldn't hold it in. "What rubbish! No matter whether it's pharmacology, biology, microbiology or medicine, not a bit of it makes sense! It's pseudoscience all the way!"

Han Yanyan was left speechless. As far as science and technology went... Leo was probably right.

"No, it's not only that. Ding Yao also had doubts about his character design, as if he was an actor in a play. I can't figure out why."

Since this was related to the future treatment plan, Leo thought about it seriously.

"Perhaps... the difference between the character and his true self was too large? We usually set it up so that our clients resemble their real selves, such as Qiao Wenxing. The process of waking the departed is even simpler - basically, we simply let the departed repeat their lives within the simulated world. Their spiritual wavelengths begin rising thanks to this reminiscence, and then they wake," Leo said. "You set Ding Yao's background as a white-collar worker, so he thinks he's an actor in a play. I remember him just saying that he was skeptical about 'his past'. He didn't question his accomplishments as a leader in war."

Ding Yao had said that in his home, and then afterward they had...

"Didn't you say that intimate actions would not be monitored?" Han Yanyan's face was expressionless.

"Ahem, ahem!" Leo coughed. "It gets cut. We cut the video out as soon as things get intimate."

"'We'?"

"Tch, that guy's man is watching me from right outside my operations cabin. Seriously, he has no trust in my business ethics." Leo seemed to feel a little stifled. "I've never before seen such an overbearing client. Well, whatever. I'll put up with it since they're paying so well."

"But that can't be it. If it's because there's too big of a gap between his real self and the character setting, then why did he manage to fully integrate with Yao Chen?"

"Hm? Maybe Yao Chen... is also a leader?"

"But Yao Chen was uneducated and crude. Although he wanted to ape the upper class, the details revealed his coarse origins. But as for the client.... Didn't you say he was a duke? If he's nobility, shouldn't he have received a strict education since the age of childhood?"

"It goes without saying. They probably even blow their noses in a special posture," said Leo, generously spreading his 'the Empress bakes flatbread' commoner knowledge.