Xu Lian opened her eyes and discovered that she had become a man—the very man she hated most in this life.
Song Jinze woke up and discovered that he had become a woman—a woman he would never have spared a second glance at in his entire life.
—Twenty-four hours earlier—
Beep!
“You have been dismissed.”
When Xu Lian woke up, she received a termination notice sent by the intelligence organization.
She had not even processed it when the bedroom door was suddenly smashed open.
Two burly men stormed in aggressively. Without caring that Xu Lian was still in her sleepwear, they immediately began hauling her belongings out of the dorm.
In two minutes, her already bare and ruined room was completely emptied.
She sat on the floor, utterly confused. “What’s going on?”
One of the men cracked his knuckles, his tone sharp and mocking. “You’ve already been fired. Everything the organization gave you is confiscated. Now get the hell out of the dorm immediately!!”
Before Xu Lian could respond, the other man strode forward and roughly yanked her up. Then he violently tore off the electronic bracelet on her left wrist.
He tossed it to the ground and stomped on it hard.
Crack—
The only valuable thing she owned shattered.
Xu Lian instantly flared up in anger. “What the hell are you doing?!”
One of the men sneered. “Xu Lian, you useless F-rank trash. The organization keeping you for five whole years was already a great mercy. Now that you’ve been diagnosed with incurable Black Brain Syndrome, you still want to stay and waste resources? Bah! Get lost!”
The other man added, “Filthy thing from the slums. Trained for so long and still no improvement. No talent awakened either. What’s the point of living? Just find a place and die already!”
After speaking, they took out a biochip and, without anesthesia or disinfection, forcibly pressed it into the back of her neck.
Xu Lian screamed, but her frail body made resistance impossible.
One of them said, “This is a tracker. We’ll monitor your movements 24/7. If you dare to defect or betray the organization, the chip will explode instantly. You’ll die without a doubt.”
The other sneered. “Heh, if you’re willing, you can kill yourself right now. Considering you worked hard before, I might generously give you a quick death, hahaha! You should know, for a spy, dying this easily isn’t something you get every day!!”
Xu Lian stood barefoot on the ground, murderous intent rising in her heart, yet she said nothing.
After their taunts, the two men stopped wasting time. They directly dragged her out of the basement and dumped her near a garbage site, leaving her there.
Xu Lian, 24 years old—a lowly civilian with both parents dead.
Impoverished and sickly.
In a world where mental power determined one’s worth, she was considered unfit to live.
Hundreds of years ago, a catastrophe descended. The planet she lived on was ravaged overnight by unknown creatures, turning it into a wasteland littered with corpses.
At the same time, human technology advanced rapidly. Safe zones were built across various planets, and a type of spacecraft controlled by consciousness was developed.
A person’s ability to operate these ships was directly determined by their mental power level.
And Xu Lian was a complete F-rank waste with no mental power or talent whatsoever.
Bullied since childhood, ostracized by groups, and even a refugee without legal identity, she had no choice but to take on this kind of life-risking work.
Now, even that job was gone.
Just yesterday, she had been diagnosed with Black Brain Syndrome.
It was a terminal illness with a 0% cure rate, causing episodes of mental instability and violent behavior.
For a spy, it was essentially a death sentence. No one would entrust secrets to someone mentally unstable.
Even though Xu Lian had worked diligently and knew the base’s defense layouts and intelligence better than her superiors, when it came to profits and benefits, the higher-ups would not allow any risk.
Thus, she was abandoned.
All the risks she had taken for the organization seemed to vanish the moment that diagnosis report came out.
Ignoring the blisters on her feet, Xu Lian walked nonstop for more than ten hours. Finally, she arrived at a dilapidated little mud house—her old home.
Houses like this were practically nonexistent in this technologically advanced era.
On neighboring planets, there were floating cities—grand and elegant.
On others, underwater worlds—cool and dazzling.
But here, she couldn’t even find a proper beam to hang herself from.
Xu Lian lit a candle, waiting for death while reminiscing about her past.
But just as she was absentmindedly caressing an old cabinet she had used as a child, plop—
A small scroll suddenly fell out.
She picked it up and unfolded it.
A strange pattern drawn in red and black ink appeared on the parchment.
No.
It wasn’t red and black ink.
It was blood.
At the bottom of the scroll was a crooked line of small text:
“Soul Exchange Array. Drip your blood onto it and silently recite the name of the person you wish to exchange souls with to complete the exchange.”
Xu Lian’s lips twitched.
At a glance, it looked like some scammy nonsense.
She remembered this—it had been her mother’s treasure, something she used to keep by her pillow every day.
Xu Lian didn’t believe in such things, but she was bored out of her mind and about to die anyway, so she figured she might as well have some fun before dying.
She tossed the parchment onto the ground, stepped on it, leaving a bloody footprint, then clasped her hands and began thinking of a name.
The person she hated most right now was definitely her direct superior—Gu Ying.
That bastard had happily taken her in back then, constantly making empty promises—insurance, retirement, all kinds of guarantees—only to abandon her now.
Xu Lian spat curses at him in her mind.
Not him!
Then she thought of her mission target, the enemy’s S-rank commander—Song Jinze.
Another bastard.
As her sworn enemy, Xu Lian hated him on an almost instinctive level.
To infiltrate his territory, she had put in so much effort, living in constant fear of being exposed.
Every time her performance fell short, it was because of him.
So, she hated Song Jinze.
As she cursed him in her mind, the bloody footprint on the parchment suddenly flashed—
Whoosh—
She collapsed unconscious on the spot.
—Back to present—
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself no longer in the same place.
It was a bedroom—luxurious and refined, with dark-toned bedding, a minimalist aesthetic, neat layout, and furniture that all looked expensive.
At first, she only felt that the contact area between her legs and the bed had increased, and her breathing felt steadier.
Then, her gaze slowly moved downward.
From firm chest muscles to a lean waist… and further down—
She saw something she absolutely should not have seen.
And its state was… not normal.
Something very eye-catching…
Wait.
Did she really grow this thing overnight?!
Just then—
Ding dong—
The doorbell rang.