Steve admitted it frankly.
"That's right. Although I possess that world, it's difficult to contact you all like making a phone call. So, I used my authority to briefly draw the President's consciousness into that world, possessing a creature."
"He saw the information board I left there, which is why you came to find me today."
At this point, Steve's expression turned serious as he began to explain the core strategic value of this mechanism.
"This is also the true trump card I've prepared for the country."
"When we campaign in other worlds, our biggest concern is casualties. After all, every soldier is a parent's beloved child, and an elite trained by the country with countless resources."
"But through this consciousness possession mechanism, the soldiers' physical bodies can remain safe and sound in secure bases on Earth, lying in stasis pods."
"Their consciousness will transcend dimensions and descend upon the monsters in the Overworld."
"If they unfortunately die in battle..."
Steve paused, observing General Randy's reaction.
"For the soldier's physical body, it will only experience some mental shock, waking up with extreme weakness and headaches, similar to staying up for five days straight."
"After a period of rest, they can return to battle, full of vigor."
"Zero-casualty war?!"
General Randy's eyes widened abruptly, and his breathing grew heavy again.
As a general who led troops into battle, he knew all too well the weight of those three words.
If zero casualties could be achieved, the boldness of the the USA Army's tactics would increase by countless levels.
Suicide squads?
Suicide attacks?
Those would no longer be tragic sacrifices, but conventional tactics.
General Randy could no longer sit still. The decisive and vigorous nature ingrained in a soldier's bones made him eager to test it.
"Since it's so miraculous, can I experience it now? I want to personally feel that sensation of consciousness leaving the body and controlling another."
Steve was a little surprised, but then nodded understandingly.
"No problem, but Randy, the first experience might make you a bit dizzy, so be mentally prepared."
With that, Steve gently tapped his right hand in the air.
Buzz.
A strange ripple spread through the air, and then, a peculiar creature dropped onto the metal floor out of thin air.
It was a humanoid creature nearly two meters tall, wearing a brown robe, its arms strangely folded within its sleeves across its chest.
Most striking was its face, with an enormous, eggplant-like nose and iconic unibrow, making it look both comical and somewhat goofy.
After it appeared, it first looked around blankly at the sci-fi metal walls, then let out a classic nasal sound.
"Huh! Hmm?"
It was an original Minecraft villager.
General Randy watched this oddly styled, even somewhat amusing creature, and his mouth twitched.
"This is the vessel?"
"This is just the most basic villager, very safe for testing."
Steve suppressed a laugh and pointed to a chair.
"Randy, please sit down and relax completely. The upcoming process will be like having a lucid dream."
General Randy sat down as instructed, adjusted his breathing, and closed his eyes.
He had also fought his way through a hail of bullets, possessing extremely strong psychological fortitude. In just a few seconds, he entered a state of calm.
"Initiating connection."
Steve murmured, pointing a finger at General Randy, then at the wandering villager.
Instantly, an invisible white glow lit up from General Randy's glabella, like a streaking light, and instantly merged into the villager's body.
The villager, who had been foolishly bumping its large nose against the wall, suddenly stiffened.
The next second, it slowly turned around.
The expression in its eyes, which had been dull and simple, now underwent a drastic change.
The gaze became sharp, profound, carrying the authority and scrutiny of someone long in a high position.
That was the gaze of General General Randy.
The villager lowered its head, looked at its brown robe, then raised its head to look at its own sleeping body in the chair.
This feeling of watching one's own body sitting there was simply indescribable, both absurd and shocking.
"This is consciousness possession?"
A deep voice emanated from the villager's mouth. Although the timbre had changed, carrying a strange electronic synthesized sound, the tone was indeed General Randy's.
At this moment, General Randy tentatively took a step.
There was no anticipated clumsiness or delay; instead, it was incredibly light.
He felt as if he had shed his heavy, fifty-plus-year-old body with its old injuries, returning to his eighteen-year-old self as a new recruit, filled with boundless energy.
He walked around the room twice, even jumping in place a couple of times. Although his movements seemed a bit stiff due to the blocky body, the fluid sensation of complete control greatly surprised him.
"Good! Good! Good!"
General Randy, now a villager, exclaimed "good" three times.
"If we can be in this state on the battlefield, even our disabled veterans can achieve glory in another world."
However, when he instinctively tried to perform a rifle aiming motion, a problem arose.
General Randy suddenly raised his arms, his movements precise and sharp, forming a posture of cradling an imaginary rifle.
But the next second, his movements froze.
He stared blankly at his hands.
Although those two arms could swing freely and were full of strength, there were no fingers at the ends of the arms.
No thumbs, no index fingers, not even the concept of a palm.
They were just two bare, brown, rectangular blocks of flesh, like two pieces of bread stuck to his arms.
"This..."
General Randy frowned, his unibrow furrowing. He tried to make a fist but found it impossible.
He tried to move his fingers, only to find that apart from the entire arm being able to move, there was no fine joint feedback at the end.
"Steve, what's going on?"
General Randy waved his two bare blocky hands, his tone puzzled.
"The arm strength is fine, but these hands are solid blocks?"
"Without fingers, how can our soldiers pull triggers? How can they pull grenade pins? They can't even grip a gun, it would just slip right off."
This was a fatal flaw.
Without fingers, even if soldiers were equipped with Gatling guns, they couldn't press the firing button.
Even if they were given medical kits, they couldn't tear open the packaging.
Watching General Randy comically gesticulate in the air with his two block-hands, Steve, though wanting to laugh, knew this was a serious problem that needed to be solved.
He began to explain.
"Randy, this is a limitation of that world's rules. In that world, most creatures don't have such fine modeling as fingers."
"To change the creature's structure to grow fingers, my current authority is not enough."