Little Mandron Soldier 62

24 hours later, the limp body on the bed slowly showed signs of consciousness. After tossing and turning for a while, Yang Xue finally opened his eyes. His initial reaction was to lift a hand and press it to the side of his head. He had a really strong headache and he was feeling quite feverish.

The moment he closed his eyes to relieve a little bit of the pain, memories of the past months came crashing down. The very next second, Yang Xue opened his eyes in shock and let out a soft gasp.

The last thing he remembered was plunging a metal through his head to kill himself. And then... and then he'd appeared in a strange place and then two unfamiliar misters had offered to help him in exchange for some of his soul energy!

His eyes went straight to his legs and a soft whimper left his throat. The space beneath his right knee wasn't empty. Right there was a prosthetic limb. His prosthetic limb. He slowly rose from the bed and walked around the room.