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In the dim dungeon, He Jinqiu slowly opened his eyes. He had had a very long dream.
In the dream, he was still that raw recruit, fresh into the rookie company. The first time he ran a five-kilometer cross-country course, he vomited halfway through...
He also dreamed of the first time his squad leader took him to target practice. He had thought he would finally get to touch a gun, only for every rookie to hold an unloaded rifle and stand at attention on the range for four hours.
His squad leader had even called it training their patience. Soldiers should not spend all day thinking about touching guns; they had to temper their willpower first.
Back then, they had truly wanted to die.
In the dream, He Jinqiu relived everything he had hated most back then. Yet those very things now tasted as sweet as candy.
How strange.
At that moment, his hands were still bound by vine ropes. Someone had driven iron hooks through his collarbones, leaving him suspended in midair.
His entire body weight pressed down on his two collarbones. He felt intense, piercing pain... but it was still nothing compared to the pain of cells endlessly dividing and fusing.
Even stranger, though, the wounds around his collarbones did not bleed.
His head hung low in midair as he looked at his gray body. Then he raised his head, bared his fangs, and roared at Old Five, who sat before him. But that was no longer a human sound. It was more like the roar of a beast.
The pupils in He Jinqiu's brown eyes had turned into the vertical slits of a beast. Everything was heading in the worst possible direction.
Old Five sat before him and said boredly, "I thought