Tao Qinggui opened his eyes and discovered that he was alive again.
One moment, he had been the Doctor of Rhodes Island, dying in Chernobog Core City while trying to save Amiya. The next, he was lying in an unfamiliar cryo-pod, listening to a cool beauty named Perlica tell him:
“Administrator, you’ve been in cryosleep for 172 years.”
One hundred and seventy-two years.
Rhodes Island was gone. Terra had changed. He had become the person in charge of Endfield Industries, with only forty-seven Operators under his command, plus three mysterious teammates being “decompressed” from the memory bank.
Before he could even process this surreal reality, the alarm sounded.
Countless mechanical angels were swarming toward the base. The one leading them was taller than a building.
Tao Qinggui picked up his sword and stretched his limbs.
Fine. What was there to fear for someone who had already died once?
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking