"What have you done..."
Gao Huating held her forehead, frowning.
The woman on the throne lowered her head to glance at her, eyes showing delight.
The woman gently raised her hand, and the full-body armor on Gao Huating's body fell off by itself, as if the armor had developed its own spirit.
Gao Huating sat on the ground in her tight pressure suit, waves of dizziness accompanied by nausea continuously overwhelmed her.
The woman's graceful voice sounded: "You are still too weak. As my reincarnation, it is time for you to accept the power, the timing is just right."
Gao Huating asked softly: "What have you done... What does Prisoner No. 1 mean... Is it me?"
"You are the master here."
The woman said softly:
"You are me, but the current me.
"You have not yet integrated my memories, so you are temporarily unable to understand us."
"What does Prisoner No. 1 mean?"
