Qiming City, Zhao Family, inside a laboratory.
A young man with metal patterns on his skin sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his face expressionless, but his eyes were fixed straight on the experimental instrumentation ahead.
Inside the instrument, Zhao Jiadi's face twisted in pain, his body linked with numerous special mechanical tubes, and his mechanical prosthetics shook continuously as if he was enduring immense suffering.
He roared, and cold sweat dripped down, but the glass of the instrument isolated his voice, making the entire laboratory eerily silent.
Time slowly ticked by as mechanical arms repeatedly landed on Zhao Jiadi's body, seemingly installing something.
After an unknown amount of time, suddenly there was a sound of gas impact, the mechanical tubes linking Zhao Jiadi inside the instrument detached and returned to their original positions.
Zhao Jiadi seemed to collapse from exhaustion, kneeling directly on the ground.
