Pan Long pinned the old man—whose name he still hadn't learned—to the bench with his Long Halberd, but inwardly, he sighed.
Damn it. I lost my temper again!
He knew the safest choice was to pretend the old man had persuaded him, find a way to obtain the safest, most reliable Awakening drug, take it, and leave this world. He could ignore everything else and walk away with what he had gained.
He also knew that even if he wanted to root out evil, he should have secured the drug first.
But he couldn't help himself.
If he hadn't driven that halberd home, he would never have felt right!
Yet now that he had, he felt a twinge of regret.
In the end, you can't have everything in this world...
After a moment, he turned to inspect the equipment in the basement. His gaze landed first on the bookshelves.
The researchers' records should be here. By consulting them, he might find the new Awakening drug he wanted.
He went to the shelves, looked them over, and pulled out a manual that showed obvious signs of wear.
Inside were records of experiments.
After just a few pages, rage blazed through Pan Long. That thrust of the halberd had been justified. Almost every experiment had used innocent people lured there by deception or captured by force. The methods were inhuman, and any subjects lucky enough to survive were murdered afterward, their bodies destroyed to erase the evidence.
"That old beast! I shouldn't have let him die so easily!" he spat.
Just then, he heard something.
Pan Long whipped around. The old man, pinned to the chair by the Long Halberd and long since supposed to be dead, had opened his eyes again.
But there was little Wisdom in them. They were clouded