Caught off guard, Huai Shi had no time to react. He instinctively looked around for his equipment.
But there was nothing here.
Only a rice bowl, not even finished. He wondered whether it would be of any use once he got to the battlefield...
"Are you sure?" Huai Shi asked doubtfully.
"No need to look."
008 replied, "None of that will be useful. The only one you can rely on is yourself."
"You should at least tell me what's going on, shouldn't you?"
Huai Shi followed behind him through the maze-like corridors, full of confusion. "Even secrecy should have its limits."
"We need you to be prepared, to ensure that your mental state remains stable and that you can perform at your best at any time."
Without looking back, 008 said, "You will be thrown into a war as a gladiator, Mr. Huai Shi.
"You are Chess Pieces and tools. You must defeat your enemies and win. Everyone who comes here must do the same. You must watch over and support one another against hell."
Behind 008, Huai Shi subconsciously looked up at the top of his head.
As if he could see a bright yellow-orange exclamation mark floating above it.
How delightful.
"I know this routine all too well."
Huai Shi skillfully skipped the plot and asked directly, "Where are the enemies? How many do I kill? How do I kill them?"
"They're everywhere, all over the place. You can kill until you can't kill anymore. As for beheading or anything else, feel free to improvise. All further questions will be answered by the memories we inject into you."
008 stopped before a slowly opening hatch and pointed at the complex apparatus inside, spread open like a life-support pod. "Please, Mr. Huai Shi."
Under the grim lighting, it exuded