Of Latveria's first batch of 344 Pilots, 47 had fallen in battle and been reincarnated as new Pilots, but apart from them, another 30 had merely survived.
The physical trauma and nerve damage they had suffered in battle had already brought them to death's door. They had either been left with lasting impairments that severely affected their combat ability or even their mobility, or could no longer be fitted with high-performance cybernetics. They could only leave the front lines and return to other parts of society.
Still
She kept watch outside the county office every day, arriving at first light and not returning to the Xu residence until curfew, all so she could be the first to hear that her elder brother was safe. When she returned to the Xu residence that evening, she could only manage a few mouthfuls of food before losing her appetite.
His skills had been better than that man's to begin with, so naturally, what he made was not much different from that man's work, but he was still dissatisfied.
"You have to be all right. Nothing can happen to you!" Dongfang Shaoqing did not know whether, if any worse news really came about Su Ci, he could guarantee that he would remain as calm as he was now.
Beishan Fu was the first to rush to the door. At the sight inside the room, he cried, "Rui'er-" and lunged over, simultaneously waving his Shaman Staff and blasting a Thunderstorm Spell at the serpent monster's stone statue.
At first, An Xinran had only been joking. She bought all her daily necessities with her own salary, so she had no concrete idea of just how wealthy Gu Tingxuan was.
In our long night, however, things were entirely different. We would sleep together, our dreams unfolding separately