"H-hoo-!"
Chu Ze took a sharp breath, his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyeballs were covered with frightening red bloodshot eyes. His chest was rising and falling violently like a bellows, and the cold sweat had already soaked the shabby gray overalls on his back.
He subconsciously arched his waist and covered his heart with both hands. No! There is no hollow feeling like being pierced by a sharp blade and having your heart dug out! There is no such thing as the disgusting strong smell of blood on the altar of the abyss and the howling of thousands of evil ghosts in the ears!
What came into view was the mottled yellow ceiling, and the old incandescent lamp overhead was "sizzling", flickering on and off. The air was filled with the pungent smell of formalin mixed with the stench of monsters.
"This... Is this the anatomy room of the Seventh Sector Logistics Department?"
Chu Ze shook his head fiercely, his eyes sweeping around like a blade. The rusty autopsy table, the blood-stained protective clothing piled in the corner, and the holographic calendar on the wall that was shining with a faint blue light: March 28, 2026.
"I'm not dead? I'm fucking reborn?!"
