“I come from another parallel universe, where you created me, and it was also him who sent me here. According to his research, the human soul does exist, and the soul is a form of energy—an energy that can carry memories and has information processing capabilities. Its existence is very brief, and theoretically, it can only separate from the body after death. Of course, I can extract it with instruments. Each person’s soul is unique, with only a very small proportion being similar. If a person’s soul can devour a similar soul before dissipating, and erase the previous memory information of the latter, then it will become solidified, and may even return to its original body, repairing any diseases or injuries and resurrecting. In addition, all of his bodily organs will be enhanced—vision, hearing, strength, and all other physical indicators will be comprehensively strengthened. If he can devour another similar soul, he can even make his cells divide beyond their limits, that is, delay aging and extend his lifespan. If he can devour yet another soul, his lifespan will continue to increase, and he may even gain some other abilities that are currently unknown. The more he devours, the longer he lives. The final result is immortality—or, you could say... godhood!”

　　That voice said.

　　“So you mean George Washington’s soul is similar to mine, and then the me from another parallel universe sent you to 2017, and you sent me here to let me devour George Washington’s soul? If it’s such a good thing, why didn’t he do it himself?”

　　Henry Clark asked.

　　“It’s simple. Only a soul with strong energy can devour a weaker one. His soul, at over a hundred years old and on the verge of death, wouldn’t be able to devour George Washington’s soul—instead, it would be devoured by George Washington’s. So he can’t do it.”

　　The woman’s voice said.

　　“Then how will you bring me back?”

　　Henry Clark asked.

　　“I can’t bring you back.”

　　The woman said, “You are now also in another parallel universe. The soul can only exist outside the body for a very short time. Although, theoretically, there may be similar souls on Earth in this universe, because of the distance, it’s impossible to send you there before you dissipate—unless the distance is close enough. But if it’s in a parallel universe, it’s much easier. Although most of the spatial rifts connecting parallel universes are very small, and it’s difficult for matter to pass through unless a wormhole is created with immense energy, energy is not restricted, and the soul happens to be energy. More importantly, most of the spatial rifts between parallel universes are in outer space. As long as it’s within the area they overlook, no matter where you are, as long as I detect you, I can instantly teleport you there.

　　But, I can only send you there.

　　I can’t retrieve you.

　　You must build a transmitter.”

　　“How do I build a transmitter?”

　　Henry Clark asked.

　　“I will transmit the transmitter construction technology to you directly.”

　　After the woman’s voice finished, a massive flood of data surged into Henry Clark’s brain. Even though he could clearly feel his body strengthening, he couldn’t help but feel dizzy. Fortunately, the feeling quickly passed, and all kinds of technical information about the transmitter immediately appeared in his mind, and then...

　　“Are you sure this isn’t the Egyptian pyramid?”

　　He gritted his teeth and said.

　　“The transmitter of modern technology is beyond the capabilities of the Earth’s technology in your universe, so you can only use a low-end method. The Egyptian pyramid is a soul transmission device, but all existing ones are replicas. The pharaoh who built the first pyramid definitely did it to transmit his own soul, but after using it, it self-destructed. Later pharaohs didn’t know the real story; they just built pyramids as mythical structures, which ultimately became meaningless piles of stone.”

　　The woman said.

　　“So, if I want to build a transmitter, I first need to have a country, then use the power of the whole nation to complete it, and it would still take decades to finish. Are you sure my body over there can wait for decades?”

　　Henry Clark said helplessly.

　　“No, but I’ve already calculated that time in your universe is not synchronized with here. Basically, one year here is equivalent to ten years there, and your body over there has already entered a dormant state and can be preserved for at least two years. So you have twenty years. If by then you still can’t return, then even if you do come back later, you won’t have your own body anymore. But twenty years is a long time—I think it’s enough.”

　　The woman said.

　　Twenty years is indeed not short.

　　But twenty years for this job is still hard to say!

　　Henry Clark looked around with a bitter smile. In the distance, that banner with the word “Chuang” was especially glaring, and beside him was only Edward Harris’s still bewildered face, as well as that crooked old locust tree that left a special mark in history. Not far away, on another tree, there was already a noose prepared—that was the one Edward Harris had originally planned to use to hang himself.

　　“This is hell mode!”

　　Henry Clark wiped his face and said gloomily.

　　“What if I can’t build the transmitter?”

　　He asked.