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[A fresh brain with a damage level of 0% has been detected.]
[Do you want to perform extraction?]
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Mo Zhiran stared blankly at the prompt echoing in his mind.
'A brain? Where the heck is the brain in here?'
He glanced at the stiff doll in his hand. Its blood-red eyes rolled restlessly, filled with anxious energy. Other than the soul inhabiting it, giving it some semblance of life, it was no different from a lifeless puppet.
How could something like this possibly have a brain to extract?
For the first time, Zhiran began to suspect that his definition of a "brain" and his system's definition weren't quite the same.
"..."
'System…Perform extraction!'
Whatever the case, he was still the one benefiting. So, after his brief surprise, Zhiran decisively gave the command.
He wanted to see what would happen, especially since, according to the system, this so-called brain was completely undamaged.
