Grace Hill’s body quickly turned bright red after injecting three gene serums, and her consciousness began to blur.

　　“Speaking of which, David Miller really has a rich collection—he’s practically a treasure trove of a guy!”

　　Henry Clark helped Grace Hill slowly lie down on the ground, then went to the weapon rack and picked up a long sniper rifle: “Look, this is the real Gungnir sniper rifle. Seriously, not every boss drops one of these.”

　　Grace Hill felt hotter and hotter inside, as if she’d been thrown into a furnace—she felt like she was about to be roasted alive!

　　But with Henry Clark chattering beside her, she felt especially at ease.

　　Henry Clark touched Grace Hill’s burning forehead; her temperature must have reached seventy degrees. An ordinary person’s brain would have been cooked dry by now.

　　“Hang in there, gene mutation is always like this…”

　　Grace Hill’s consciousness kept sinking into darkness, and Henry Clark’s voice grew more and more distant, more and more ethereal.

　　She held onto a single belief in her heart: “I can’t die, I have to hold on, I want to be with 088, I have to protect him…”

Chapter 10: Illuminating the Self

　　Grace Hill didn’t know how long she was unconscious before she groggily woke up.

　　The moment she opened her eyes, she knew something was wrong. The place she was in was extremely cramped and dim, damp, musty, and cold. The room’s furnishings were also exceptionally simple.

　　Most importantly, the room kept rocking and swaying, making her feel very unsafe.

　　“This is a ship…”

　　Grace Hill immediately realized it. Although she’d never been on a real ship, she’d experienced it many times in virtual reality training. She wasn’t unfamiliar with ships.

　　“You’re awake.”

　　Henry Clark, who was lazily daydreaming in the opposite corner, immediately noticed Grace Hill’s movement.

　　He came over to Grace Hill, stuffed a nutrient shot into her mouth, and said, “Eat something, then go back to sleep. We still have a few days before we reach land.”

　　Grace Hill didn’t think too much about it. As long as Henry Clark was by her side, even if she was in hell, she didn’t need to feel lost or afraid.

　　She obediently ate ten high-concentration nutrient shots. Once her body’s needs were met, she uncontrollably fell back into a deep sleep.

　　“Sleep well, good girl, I’ve got everything covered…”

　　Henry Clark sighed as he spoke: “Too bad I don’t have a suitable identity to get online. I’ve been stuck in this dump for over ten days now.”

　　There were communication satellites all over the sky above Pegasus Star, and the Skynet signal covered the entire planet.

　　It’s just that Henry Clark didn’t have a suitable identity to log into Skynet. Logging in suddenly would definitely leave a lot of digital traces.

　　If something happened later, it would be hard to avoid being tracked down.

　　The cramped lower deck cabin was extremely boring, and there wasn’t even anyone to talk to. Henry Clark could only endure it bitterly.

　　Henry Clark hadn’t been lying down for long when he heard footsteps in the corridor. Even through the wall, he could clearly sketch out all sorts of details about the two people in his mind.

　　One was 193.33654 centimeters tall, weighing 162,114.24457 grams; the other was much shorter, only 165.54471 centimeters tall, weighing 64,457.24574 grams.

　　Both were carrying pistols, daggers, gas masks, and two gas grenades each.

　　You could say they were very well prepared.

　　Both had dark skin, faces full of cracks, and their hair looked extremely dry and yellow. These were all typical features of sailors who’d lived on the water for years.

　　During these ten-plus days on the ship, Henry Clark hadn’t really been idle.

　　Taking advantage of this leisure time, he organized what he’d learned and built a database for himself.

　　In a few more years, as light-brain technology advances and AI becomes more sophisticated, it will be able to observe the human body in even greater detail. People will also get used to managing themselves with light-brain chips.

　　From thoughts to the body, everything can be analyzed and expressed with data—this is what’s called the true era of datafication.

　　Henry Clark didn’t have such an advanced light-brain chip, nor would he ever install one in his head.

　　So-called datafication, at its core, means analyzing yourself in minute detail.

　　It’s like when people go to the hospital for a checkup: after all kinds of tests with various equipment, you get data on all aspects.

　　Blood pressure, blood sugar, blood lipids, and so on—these are all ways of datafying the human body.

　　But testing equipment has its limits; a lot of data can’t be quantified. For example, emotional state, or IQ.

　　The Six-Winged Celestial Cicada is a top-tier golden artifact, surpassing all scientific instruments and all intelligent light-brains.

　　In the entire universe, the Six-Winged Celestial Cicada understands Henry Clark better than anything else.

　　Through the Six-Winged Celestial Cicada, Henry Clark could perceive his body and mind, then express it in the simplest data form.

　　Name: Henry Clark.

　　Age: 18 years old.

　　Gender: Male.

　　Height: 188.88888 centimeters.

　　Weight: 100,000.00013 grams.

　　Constitution: 13 (with the standard for a healthy 20-year-old male being 10)

　　Spirit: 28

　　Strength: 12

　　Agility: 15

　　Source Power Level: Level 3. (Black Iron)

　　Aurora Swordsmanship: Level 5. (Gold)

　　Swallow Twin Blade Technique: Level 5 (Gold)

　　Six-Winged Celestial Cicada: Golden-grade artifact. (Bronze)

　　Godslayer Sword: Golden-grade artifact. (Bronze)

　　Crow Twin Blades: Titanium steel product.

　　Powerful Crossbow Pistol: Premium pistol.

　　……

　　All this data came from Henry Clark’s own data analysis.

　　Among them, the four stats of spirit, constitution, agility, and strength were quantified using the data of a healthy 20-year-old male as the baseline.