"Death is indeed a solution," Daliya said, "But being a dark energy controller is not death, it is just that the body structure has undergone some subtle changes. Of course, I never expect pure humans to understand this."

"We are here to understand this, professor." The husband nodded heavily, "I have to say that if our son could have the happiness of ordinary people, I would probably walk around people like you all my life, but now, life is only painful for him. He always thinks he is a girl, but physically he is indeed a boy. We once thought it was a disease, trying to correct or cure him, and I even beat and scold him for it. This hurt him more deeply invisibly. It was not long before that we finally understood him. Outsiders always say that he is sorry for our kindness in raising us and never think about the feelings of our family, but I want to say, who has cared about his feelings over the years? I don't expect outsiders to understand that he is good to him, but at least, I don't want him to be hurt any more."

When his wife heard this, she was already crying.

"Dear, we've agreed to listen to me this time." The husband said while comforting his wife, "Professor, we understand the basic situation. Please focus on the risks."

"Yes, I'm going to say this." Daliya nodded, "Before this, I must also say that he was not so unfortunate, at least he was fortunate to meet such an enlightened father as you."

The husband just shook his head and felt ashamed.

"There are two risks." Daliya raised her hand and said, "First, memory fragments are uncontrollable. He will forget most things, but there will always be some residues. I tell you the truth. Based on my years of experience, he will almost certainly remember that he is a 'girl', and at the same time, there is more than 90% chance of forgetting you."

"I know these things, as far as I know, the necromancer... Oh no, the dark energy controller can transform the body to a certain extent." The husband spread his arms and pointed at Daliya, "Can he... become like you?"

"Of course, but that requires superb skills and expensive overhead."

"We can afford it." The wife suddenly said, "Let him become what he wants to be...Professor."

"Calm down, ma'am, I can do it, but not now, I will never do it for money." Daliya explained, "You know that dark energy controllers do not need sex. The relevant organs are more of a decoration. In other words, we do not actually have a clear gender, they are just a habit of the past selves and show a gender. I'm not sure how your children will consider this after becoming us. I think it should be given a chance to choose independently."

"You are right." The husband nodded, "Is it still time to change your body?"

"Sir, I am a professor, not a hospital, nor a person who has done any evil surgery." Daliya looked at the man with some anger. "When your child becomes my student, it is his new life, his own life, you will no longer have his custody, he will dominate everything about himself, and then I will no longer listen to any of your opinions. Everything has nothing to do with you. I know this is a bit difficult to accept, but this is our ethics."

"Sorry..." the husband nodded slightly, "So, what you mean is that after becoming a dark energy controller, his thoughts are uncertain, and then the matter afterwards has nothing to do with us... If he completely forgets us, we are like... becoming strangers?"

"Yes, that's the risk, and I can't control it."

"But there must be... upper limit and lower limit. Now it's too abstract."

Daliya raised her hand and gestured, "The best result is that he forgot everything and accepted the newborn calmly. The worst result is that he only forgot his name and his relationship with you, and then I will decide whether to make a physical transformation based on his opinion."

"This way we understand a lot, we can accept these." The husband nodded, "What about the second risk point?"

"It's hard for him to return to human society." Daliya nodded, "There are not many dark energy controllers like me who seem to be 'humanized'. More people like to stay in the world of the undead. If your idea is to let him 'transform his body and become a human again', I can't guarantee that he may become the evil necromancer in the story in the future. Who knows? That's it, the ending may not be good."

My wife was a little hesitant after hearing this and pulled her husband out to talk, but her husband waved his hand.

"Even if he is a human being, he can also become a villain. In the endless rejection and misunderstanding, he is more likely to become bad, and he is forced to become bad, and he becomes bad under people's hostility and humiliation." The husband looked at his wife, "On the contrary, if he becomes a dark energy manipulator, even if he becomes evil, it is his own choice? This is better than before."

The wife was still a little reluctant: "I'm afraid...that would be even more unfortunate."

"Will it, professor?" the husband asked.

"I don't know, I can only say that judging by my worldview, the probability of his life being more free is greater than 90%.

"Then do it, don't hesitate. Hesitate for one more minute, and the suffering will be one more minute." The husband grabbed his wife's hand. Even if the pain was too great, the man had to make a choice at this time. "He may end his life by himself at any time. In this case, at least, he is still a life."

As his wife cried, Daliya silently took out a document.

"This is an agreement, usually only signed with students, but this time it's very special. I hope all three of you can sign the name." Daliya pushed the agreement to the two of you, "This is also your last bond. If he forgets you later, I will not mention it again, and you don't want to come and look for it, but if his own sense of freedom wants to find you and say thank you, then I will give him this document so that he can remember your names forever."

"Thank you..." the husband looked at the document and asked, "I don't know much about the ethics of the undead world... In his eyes, what role will the parents in his lifetime play?"

"Well..." Dali Issue said, "It's probably equivalent to... what you think of great-great-grandparents, you know you're from them, but that's all."

"That's equivalent to... no feeling." The husband asked at the end, "How much is the probability of failure?"

"zero."

"Professor, I don't think... there is something with zero failure rate."
Chapter completed!