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There was an excruciating pain, as if his body was being ripped apart. The burning sensation of the tattoo on his right wrist was especially unbearable.

Thank God, he lost his consciousness not long after—

—or else the pain would have actually driven him insane.

He didn't know how long after the incident it was, but the soreness of his entire body returned.

"Urg."

Struggling, he finally opened his drowsy eyes. The first image he saw was a gorgeous face in tears.

"You are finally awake." Ayesha leaped from in front of the bed. Her lips trembled, and the mists in her eyes shook, ready to fall at any time.

"How... long have I been sleeping?" Jiang Chen asked weakly.

"An entire day and night." Her face had concern written all over it.

He felt guilty looking at the heavy eye bags on her face.

[Wait! Where the mutated human go?!]

As if a bucket of cold water had just poured onto his head, Jiang Chen scrambled looking around, but he couldn't find the mutated human's body.