Just when Bruce still couldn't guess what his next fate would be, a cold and unfeeling mechanical female voice came from the corner of the surrounding wall, “Staff Bruce, identity confirmed, please enter the number 009 aberration ray detector within five seconds.”
Before the words fell, a device shaped like a CT machine in the room was activated, and green light was projected from its center, circling an area.
“5, 4......”
The countdown sounded.
Bruce clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and took a few steps into the green light. Heart beating wildly, a deep powerlessness against the unknown intertwined with thoughts of longing for power.
The countdown ended under the green projection. A low-frequency resonating sound ensued - a buzzing, annoying as a million flies chirping in the
