The soil that has been nourished by viruses and human blood can no longer grow any life. Above this wasteland, black mist rolled and dust filled the air.
The young man in black and gold military uniform holds a black submachine gun in his hand, standing like a green pine in the clouds, surrounded by endless smoke. The desolation was reflected in his eyes, and the blood spot on the side of his neck was the mark left by the syringe.
"Doctor, will I die?"
After a long time, the doctor in white coat standing behind him shook his head, the holographic projection floating in his hand dancing with dense numbers.
"You won't die."
"... Because you are my most successful experiment."
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