A chaotic consciousness slowly coalesced.
'Where am I? Right, I was undergoing the new awakening ceremony.'
Meng Hao's consciousness gradually returned.
He slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a black, sheet-metal ceiling.
For a moment, a trace of confusion flickered in his eyes.
But in the next instant, he remembered his current situation.
Before this, he had just turned fourteen and successfully passed the registration screening.
Afterward, he and the others were taken to a massive factory complex.
There, someone had sprayed a puff of white gas in his face.
Instantly, before he could even react, he lost consciousness, his mind growing groggy as if he had fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Recalling all this, Meng Hao became instantly wide awake.
He subconsciously tried to move, to sit up.
But just as he did, a violent tearing sensation shot through his neck, as if countless sharp needles were stabbing him.
