With reckless determination, living on the brink of death.
Under the "cover" of the Ruined Beast, Ren Zhong, the "wild one," raised his butcher's knife for the first time.
Crack.
The syringe containing ten times the dosage of stimulants, hidden in his neck armor, slowly extended its sharp needle, piercing the connection between Ren Zhong's spine and brainstem.
ZZZZ...
The thick, viscous liquid was injected.
A sharp pain surged through.
Ren Zhong's whole body trembled, his scalp tingling as if boiling oil had been poured over it.
His vision first went black, then a glimmer of light flashed at the corner of his eye, restoring his sight.
On the surface, nothing seemed to have changed, but by focusing carefully, he could perceive that some details in his field of vision, previously unnoticed, became remarkably clear.
Activating the armor, the mask's upper edge began to slide down like a waterfall of self-check parameters.
Ren Zhong glanced swiftly.
