Pain.
It was as if his head had been forcefully opened and a ladle of hot molten iron had been poured into it.
Lin Zhou opened his eyes suddenly, but his vision was blurred. In his ears, there was the sound of "whirring" bellows and the harsh "chirp" of metal being quenched. A smell mixed with rust, soot, and low-quality sweat penetrated his nose roughly, making his stomach churn.
Where is this?
He remembered that he was clearly in the laboratory of the 24th century, undergoing the last stress test of the "Creation Core". That accidental explosion tore open space... And then what?
"Trash! Still pretending to be dead!"
