You fell from a dream. Endless white light swallowed everything: war, roars, a collapsing earth... Soone was calling your na, but you couldn't hear clearly.
Then—you suddenly opened your eyes.
What t your gaze was a cold tal ceiling and the blue light screen of a dical pod. "Hoo… hoo…" You gasped for breath, your forehead covered in cold sweat. You tried to grasp the afterimage of the dream, but it slipped away, leaving only a strange palpitation.
You tried to sit up, only to realize you were in a container filled with nutrient solution. Who am I? Where am I? Your brain was a chaotic ss. mories seed to have been formatted, with only one na stubbornly surfacing—Orion. Yes, my na is Orion. Besides that, you couldn't rember anything else.
You awkwardly climbed out. Warm nutrient solution slid down unfamiliar skin. You looked down, only then realizing a serious problem—you weren't wearing anything.
Fortunately, there was a set of clothes on a nearby shelf. You quickly put them on—a black uniform of special material, a perfect fit. After getting dressed, you observed your surroundings. This was a dical room. Just then, your gaze was drawn to a dical pod near the door. Through the translucent cover, you vaguely saw a figure inside.
Another person? Curiosity drove you to walk over. It was a young girl. Her long, silver-grey hair floated gently in the clear liquid. Her eyes were closed, her sleeping face serene and almost unreal in its beauty.
You instinctively wanted to see more clearly, your face almost pressing against the cold pod cover—
Just then, the young girl's eyes, without warning, opened! A pair of blue-violet eyes t yours directly.
"…"
"…"
The air seed to freeze.
The young girl's pupils slowly focused, then widened. Her gaze moved down, landing on herself... The next mont, her face turned red at a visible speed, from her neck all the way to her earlobes.
"You—!!"
But unexpectedly, her first reaction was not to scream. Instead, with lightning speed, she pulled out a fluorescent green device from the liquid beside her.
"SAM!"
Boom! Flas instantly engulfed her entire dical pod! You were forced back by the sudden wave of heat. The next second, a giant silver-white ch burst out of the pod! By the ti you regained your footing, there was no longer a sleeping beauty in front of you. Only a murderous ch, poised in a battle stance, aid at you.
"???" Your brain was a little slow to process. Where was that young girl? She turned into a ch??
"Who are you? How did you get in?!" a deep, male robotic voice ca from inside the ch. Its eyes flashed with dangerous green light. "I advise you to state your identity imdiately, otherwise…"
"Huh? I don't know either, I woke up here…" This was the truth. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fire·net
"Still trying to quibble!" the ch seed enraged. "Peeping tom, prepare to die!"
"Wait, I'm not—"
Before you could finish, a huge steel fist slamd towards your face! Your body reacted faster than your brain, instinctively assuming a defensive posture. The instinct for combat had long been carved into your bones.
Just as the punch was about to hit—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!—several purple threads appeared out of thin air, instantly wrapping both of you like dumplings. You couldn't move, and the ch was also firmly fixed in mid-air.
"This is…" A surprised voice ca from inside the ch. "Kafka?"
Tap, tap, tap... Elegant, unhurried high heel sounds approached. A woman walked in. Long purple hair, wine-red pupils, a perpetual faint smile on her lips. She wore a black coat that revealed her long legs, exuding a dangerous yet alluring aura.
"Oh dear…" Kafka tilted her head, her voice lazy and magnetic. "So lively first thing in the morning." She walked between you two and extended a finger. "However, listen to —good children don't fight."
The purple threads snapped. The ch also regained its mobility but did not attack again. A ball of fla ignited and then extinguished, and the silver-haired girl reappeared. This ti she wore a fluorescent green dress, but the blush on her cheeks had not faded.
"Kafka!" the girl pointed at you, like an annoyed kitten. "Who is this guy? Why is he here?"
The woman called Kafka turned her intrigued gaze towards you, her eyes sweeping over you inch by inch. Then, she glanced at the dical pod you had just climbed out of.
"Firefly," Kafka turned to the girl. "Don't be so nervous. He's not an enemy. He's our... special new companion."
The girl called "Firefly" widened her eyes. "He... is he the one you ntioned? The one Elio told you to pick up... the one who was just a head?"
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