The same unchanging dark hues remained, both above and below. Here, there seemed to be no distinction between day and night.
Following the path he had just taken, Yin Kuang was walking towards Teaching Building 13, also known as "Slaughterhouse 13."
Yin Kuang had wiped away the tears from his face. He had changed into a set of "Yichun" casual clothes he had bought for 1 school point, exuding youthful vigor—even though he was actually almost 20.
While the G-virus hadn't increased his lifespan, it had made him look three years younger, which was some consolation.
His youthful face, though that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, held a maturity beyond his years.
Vulnerability was merely Yin Kuang's occasional self-indulgence.
Here, only strength could allow him, whose lifespan was alread
