His voice, sharp with agitation, echoed in the spacious underground area.
As soon as he spoke, a series of sharp gasps rippled through the crowd.
'Turning living people into puppets?'
'The Qiming General Star Training Camp is that depraved?'
'No, that's too absurd. It's not like this is some kind of evil cult.'
Soon, someone noticed something was off.
Another young man's brow was furrowed as he stared at a different puppet. He spoke in a low, heavy voice, "That puppet named Li Mo… I know him! We were good friends when we were kids, and he was three years older than me. I heard he also qualified for the training camp three years ago, but he was eliminated during the second week's assessment."
"Right! My older brother, Chu Jie, also attended the training camp two years ago, but he… he was eliminated in the very first week."
Those two statements struck the crowd like a bolt of lightning, clearing the fog of confusion.
These were all former washouts!
'So that was it!'
