In the medical room of Shelter 404, Luo Hua lay on the scanning bed and opened his eyes to a silver-white ceiling. Trying to sit up, he found that the effects of the anesthesia had not yet worn off, rendering his body unresponsive.0

Well, everything seemed normal, other than his left hand. 0

Feeling slightly strange, he couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.0

A strange voice came from the side. "Yo, you’re awake?"2

Luo Hua slowly turned his neck to look at the unfamiliar man standing beside the bed. Just as he was about to ask where he was, he suddenly noticed the strands of hair-thin silver wires floating above the man's arm.0

He recognized those items. They were scalpels used for minimally invasive surgery on neurons, commonly found on large medical devices used for prosthetic surgeries.0

Only those obsessed to near-paranoia with technology from the Prosperity Era would incorporate such devices into bionic prosthetics.1

Eventually, he squeezed out a question. "Are you from the Academy?"0

"Yes, I'm the director here at the Shelter 404 branch," the man responded, humorously referencing a metaphor Chu Guang had used to ease the atmosphere. He then retracted...1