Qing Chen knelt on the ground, eyes wide open, yet unfocused and vacant.
Every ounce of his mental will was used to combat the pain, leaving him no room to worry about external dangers.
At the injection point on his arm, a streak of gray flowed continuously along the vascular trail, spreading all the way to his neck.
But when that gray streak reached the depths of his heart, the depths of his spine, another force suddenly erupted and devoured that gray in turn!
The Genetic lock was fully unlocked, and Qing Chen needed to worry about being assimilated by the world, needed to worry about not being able to retrieve his sealed mental will, but he did not have to worry about turning into a monster like an experimental subject.
The waves of pain arose unceasingly, and the neurons within Qing Chen's body were thoroughly disordered, leaving him without the ability to act.
His cells were constantly breaking apart, yet continuously reorganizing.
