130: Chapter 130 Soul Manipulation

The maintenance robot A-Piao beside them spoke up again to analyze: "The birth of autonomous consciousness in a mechanical body is an extremely low-probability mutation.

Currently, this individual has no instructions, no logic, no goals, and its behavior is completely random, not conforming to the operational patterns of any mass-produced model."

Mo Yufei watched the Chief of Staff inside quietly—clumsy, and slowly getting to know its own body—and spoke slowly: "It is not a mutation."

Both robots simultaneously turned their sensor probes to look at Mo Yufei: "Please provide the basis for your judgment, Master."

Mo Yufei's gaze remained fixed inside the cabin, his tone firm:

"Machines do not feel confused, curious, shy, nor do they actively explore their own bodies.

All of his current behaviors are states that only a living being would have."

Just then, the Chief of Staff, who had been quietly exploring his limbs, seemed to suddenly notice the gaze from outside the glass.

His mechanical body stiffened slightly, his head lifted gently, and his long, narrow sensor light shone through the glass, aiming at Mo Yufei and the two robots outside.

Strange gazes, strange people, a strange environment.

The newly born, immature autonomous consciousness instantly gave rise to clear fear and awkwardness.

He subconsciously withdrew his movements, his body curled up slightly, his footsteps shifted lightly, and he slowly hid behind A-Ling, revealing only half of his mechanical body, quietly observing everyone outside the glass through the gap.

That appearance was completely no longer like a machine.

It was like a newcomer who had just awakened, knowing nothing, suddenly surrounded by a group of strangers, filled with embarrassment, nervousness, and feeling at a loss.

The two maintenance robots instantly captured this behavior and immediately analyzed the data: "The target is exhibiting avoidance behavior, gaze-dodging behavior, and stress-induced withdrawal behavior."

"The mechanical body is exhibiting fear and reserved emotions; the database has no corresponding cases, classifying this as a brand-new, unknown individual characteristic."

Mo Yufei watched this scene, his eyes narrowing slightly, his heart completely certain.

The machine Chief of Staff, who had once been born only for war and instructions, had completely disappeared.

What remained now was a brand-new body, a blank Soul, a newborn life that could be reshaped and belonged entirely to him.

The door slid open to both sides, and the light from outside shone into the cabin through the gap, breaking the long-standing silence inside.

Mo Yufei led Xiaohei and the others inside. As soon as the group appeared in his field of vision, the newborn Chief of Staff, who had been lowering his head to explore his own hands and slowly adapting to his body, instantly froze in place.

After clearing all memories, his consciousness was in a state of pure white; there were no people he had seen before, no images he had seen to serve as a reference.

Suddenly being surrounded by a group of strange faces, an unprecedented fear emerged directly.

His tall mechanical body lowered its shoulders slightly, and the brightness of his long, narrow sensor light dimmed slightly, looking like the way a person subconsciously lowers their head when nervous.

He quietly shrank behind A-Ling, revealing only half of his mechanical body, his eyes cautiously scanning everyone present, silently recording everyone's movements, expressions, and positioning into his perception.

Without program-driven logic, this was the first time he had developed his own emotions since the birth of his autonomous consciousness.

A-Ling sensed his reservedness and fear. Without wasting words, she directly raised her hand to tap the floating light screen, activating the highest-authority direct data transmission channel.

"I am pushing the identity data of everyone here to help you establish basic cognition."

As she spoke, a vast amount of personnel information, identity permissions, and faction data instantly poured into the Chief of Staff's blank System kernel via the background link.

The sensor light on the Chief of Staff's face flashed rapidly for an instant, a white light streaked by, and all data was loaded instantly.

At the System level, identity positioning, danger ratings, and basic information notes for everyone were immediately generated.

But he still hid behind A-Ling, his mechanical body slightly tense, his head slightly lowered, not daring to meet everyone's gaze directly.

That state was extremely realistic, just like an ordinary person who had just woken up and opened their eyes, only to look up and find themselves surrounded by a room full of family and relatives, feeling uncomfortable, embarrassed, and awkward, at a loss as to what to do or what posture to take.

Xiaohei stood to the side, tilting its head as it looked at the hiding Chief of Staff, and asked Mo Yufei via telepathy: "What's wrong with him? In the past, whenever he saw us, he would always stand straight and look at no one. Why is he hiding from people today?"

"Was the System reset so thoroughly? He doesn't even have the basic standby posture anymore."

"He doesn't look like a machine anymore; he's exactly like a shy child who has just woken up."

The crowd's discussion was not loud, but it all fell into the Chief of Staff's perception.

His sensor light flickered slightly, and his body shrank further behind A-Ling; the feeling of embarrassment grew stronger.

A-Ling turned her head and said softly to him: "Don't be afraid, they are all our own people, they won't hurt you."

The Chief of Staff did not move, just silently observing everyone, without any machine-like reaction logic; the entire time was pure, self-contained emotion.

Mo Yufei watched him in this state, having roughly grasped his condition in his heart, and stepped forward slowly, actively softening his tone as he spoke.

"Do you still remember me?"

The Chief of Staff shook his head gently and answered honestly: "I retrieved your name from the data I just acquired: Mo Yufei."

A-Ling added: "I only kept the body hardware and drivers. All functional Systems for combat command, tactical deduction, and dispatch control have been completely deleted with no backups."

Xiaohei's eyes widened: "Then isn't he basically useless now? He has no functions at all, and can only stand there?"

"I can communicate normally." The Chief of Staff took the initiative to reply, his tone very honest.

"The language module was kept, but all other functional programs are blank. I cannot command, I cannot fight, I cannot analyze data, and I cannot execute tasks. I cannot do any work right now."

A few simple sentences completely confirmed everyone's guesses.

The top-tier combat staff robot that once coordinated the entire field, was decisive in killing, and controlled the entire battle situation, had now completely turned into a blank body that had no functions, no abilities, and could only speak, move, and have emotions.

Xiaohei and the others looked at his awkward, shy appearance of hiding behind someone, and for a moment, they all felt a sense of emotion.

But only Mo Yufei, from this completely blank mechanical body, captured a trace of something different.

Others could only see a reset, broken-down machine, but he, relying on his innate Soul Talent, clearly captured a wisp of extremely weak, almost dissipating Soul aura drifting deep within the core of the mechanical body.

This was not intelligence simulated by a program, nor was it consciousness generated by code; it was a real, independent Soul consciousness.

Mo Yufei's eyes narrowed slightly, he stopped speaking, focused his attention, and quietly activated his Soul Talent.

He did not use any external force, nor did he activate any devices, relying purely on his own Soul Origin, just like when signing a Soul Contract in the past, carefully and bit by bit approaching that wisp of weak Soul.

He controlled his Soul energy, penetrating into it with extreme gentleness, bit by bit merging into that wisp of the Chief of Staff's consciousness that was about to collapse, while simultaneously, slowly and steadily, continuously infusing his own Soul consciousness and Soul energy into it.

The process was very slow and steady, fearing that too much force would directly disperse this hard-won newborn Soul.

The Soul consciousness, which was originally weak to the extreme and ready to dissipate at any moment, was nourished by the continuous flow of energy, bit by bit stabilizing, and from its original flickering, weak point of light, slowly condensed into shape, becoming clearer and stronger.

The originally blank and dull mechanical body visibly gained a trace of vibrant aura, no longer being a mere mechanical frame.

The people nearby could not see anything unusual, assuming Mo Yufei was checking the robot's status, so they stood quietly to the side, waiting without disturbing him.

As Mo Yufei continued to infuse the Soul energy, a marvelous change suddenly occurred.

Mo Yufei's thoughts stirred slightly, and his consciousness instantly shifted.

The next second, his field of vision switched directly.

He saw everyone in front of him again directly from the Chief of Staff's perspective.

The height of his sight, the angle of his vision, and his sensory capture were all synchronized to the state of this mechanical body.

At this moment, he completely understood this state.

This was not Possession, nor was it simple attachment; it was true Soul symbiosis.

The Chief of Staff's Soul existed independently, with its own thinking, its own emotions, its own perceptions, and was completely a brand-new individual.

But the vast majority of this newborn Soul's Origin power came from Mo Yufei's Soul gift, and it was completely connected to Mo Yufei's Origin thoughts.

This created a unique state.

Mo Yufei could, at any time and any place, without any obstruction, completely control this entire robotic body; raising a hand, taking a step, turning his head, speaking—all actions moved according to his will, and there was no difference from controlling his own body.