Single God woke up from the haze, unsurprisingly finding himself lying in the repair chamber once again, with the flesh-like ceiling of the Nest overhead.
"Ah, as expected, it failed."
The Neuro Editing Group wasn't the first company he joined. To solve his mental issues, a condition even more severe than cyber psychosis, he had joined several similar companies.
Memory deletion, neural transformation, consciousness code repair—he tried everything he could.
Yet nothing worked effectively.
Even the Mother City's Tier 3 Civilization Architecture struggled to heal his mind.
"If this goes on, I'm afraid I'll—"
"Hmm!?"
Single God suddenly sat up, a mix of surprise and disbelief on his face, with a hint of joy.
The 'monster' that tormented him day and night had suddenly disappeared?
He tried to recall, but his memory was quite vague. He only remembered seeing a ball of light after being backfired by the construct.
In his ear, he seemed to hear the voice of his new boss.
