Through the haze, Kamo Xu felt as though his vision was filled with blinding light. Even closing his eyes could not shut it out.
He tried to turn his neck, to move his eyelids away from that piercing brightness, only to discover that he could not even blink.
Fuck, had he died again?
Unfortunately, he had not.
Until this book ended, the protagonist of this story would not meet his true death.
Yet the scene before him really was much like what he had seen when he died: nothing but bone-piercing, milky-white light, with no way to escape.
He could only endure the torment in silence, like a young wife being r*ped...
He had no idea how much time passed before the long agony finally ended.
Warm darkness enveloped him again, but he had already slept enough. No matter how sleepy he grew afterward, he would not sink back into that bliss.
Kamo Xu woke up.
"Yo, Shoko."
A white-haired man wearing a blindfold, someone who looked like a real piece of work at first glance, grinned as he kicked open the Operating Room door, startling the dark-circled woman who was sneakily smoking in plain sight inside.
A trembling office drone followed behind him. It was Kiyotaka Ijichi.
"Oh, Satoru and Ijichi... Come in without knocking again, and I might stab you with a scalpel in your sleep."
Scary...
But it was fine. Shoko wouldn't actually do that.
Ijichi, however, was badly frightened by those words. He was just an ordinary man!
Having finished fooling around and tempting fate, Satoru Gojo immediately sobered up. With a hint of worry, he looked at Kamo Xu, who still lay naked on the operating table with nothing but a plain white cloth draped loosely over him.
"So... how is he?"
Shoko Ieiri