As the overseer's hand descended, Fang Yuan injected a microscopic pulse of Null-Logic into the scanner's circuitry. He didn't just fix the error; he created a "False History."
[SYSTEM OVERRIDE: INJECTING SYNTHETIC DATA]
[IDENTITY CONFIRMED: SLAVE #8802 - HAN]
[VITAL SIGNS: CRITICAL FAILURE IMMINENT - 95% CELLULAR DECAY]
The device suddenly beeped with a green light. The overseer stopped mid-swing, looking at the screen. "Tch. Finally worked. According to this, you're 95% dead already. Your heart is barely ticking, and your lungs are basically copper statues."
The overseer spat on the ground, disgusted. "Useless scrap. I won't waste my energy hitting a corpse. Get back to the lower pits. If you're going to die, do it where the Gene-Cleaners won't have to carry your stinking body too far."
Yuan bowed his head, his silver eyes hidden behind a fringe of greasy hair. "Yes... Master..."
As he turned toward the lower pits—the most dangerous and mana-clogged areas of the mine—a cold, calculated thought echoed in his mind.
"The lower pits are where the Aegis's main cooling vents are located. By telling me to die there, you've handed me the keys to the planetary engine."
[NEW STATUS: GHOST-ARCHITECT MODE]
[OBJECTIVE: REACH THE PLANETARY CORE IN 300 SECONDS]