Whew!
Splash!
Accompanied by the sharp cracking of shattering glass and the sound of water splashing onto the floor, Zheng Qing gasped for breath, coughing violently as he staggered two steps forward.
Then he felt his legs go weak.
His sense of direction was terrible too—somewhat like the backlash from overusing magic power, and somewhat like the dizzying sensation of stepping out of an internet café after spending several sleepless nights there, only to see that blazing fireball hanging overhead.
Internet café?
That somewhat distant term seemed like an anchor, slowly gathering the young wizard's scattered thoughts. He gradually remembered what he had been doing before he lost consciousness.
He had been at the experimental base for that special project at Edge Academy.
Taking the Aptitude Test.
What had the test involved?
His mind was blank, and he could not remember for the moment. He only recalled that more than a dozen things resembling banyan aerial roots had descended from the ceiling of the Resonance Chamber. Flower-bud-like suckers grew from their tips, and those suckers seemed conscious, circling him like snakes hunting for food before latching onto him while he was off guard.
The back of his head, chest, shoulder blades, arms, wrists, waist, abdomen, hips, legs, ankles, and so on—until finally, the largest sucker lunged straight at him, pouncing onto his face like a facehugger from Alien.
Then he lost consciousness.
Huff! Huff!
Zheng Qing strained to get his brain cells working, recalling the course of the experiment. His first reaction was that he had been set up again. That Black man was most likely one of Crow's informants too.
Right, what had that Black man named Alex said before he lost consciousness?
It seemed he had asked whether Zheng Qing wanted to remove the little snake hanging from