Time had lost all meaning in this isolated laboratory.
Lin Ze'an could no longer remember how many times he had awakened from comas caused by excessive blood loss.
Before his eyes was still that monotonous, ghastly white, and in his ears still rang the steady hum of machinery.
After so long, his body had weakened to the extreme. Deprived of light for too long, his skin had begun to take on a sickly pallor.
His arms were covered in dense needle marks and poorly healed scars.
The initial anger, fear, and struggle had long been ground away by the endless cycle of forced anesthesia, blood draws, injections, and examinations.
Like an empty shell stripped of its soul, Lin Ze'an lay quietly on the cold experimental chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
However—
At some indeterminate moment.
Perhaps another massive blood draw had lowered his physical and mental defenses to an unprecedented low.
Or perhaps some intense external energy stimulus had accidentally touched the shackles deep within his soul—shackles he had personally placed there to seal away his memories.
Or perhaps it was a self-preservation response triggered when he sensed that he was on the verge of total collapse.
"Boom!!!!!!!"
An enormous, chaotic flood of memories surged into the depths of Lin Ze'an's nearly stagnant consciousness.
When Lin Ze'an slowly opened his eyes once more—
They were no longer human eyes.
All the endless grief and fury he had endured for so long finally found an outlet at that moment.
"Bzzz—!!!"
An indescribably vast pressure of life erupted from him and swept outward.
The laboratory's alloy walls, capable of withstanding nuclear bombardment, vanished in an instant beneath that pure force.
Every instrument, pipeline, and document in the laboratory—
Along with the researchers in protective suits, who had yet to comprehend