In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
In many people's lives, most things are answers that can't be determined.
From simple things like what time one will wake up, how many points one will score on a test, to what tasks one has to do in a few days, all these remain unclear.
However, for Qing Chen, life was different; he always had a plan and then executed it with unwavering determination.
Today, he was to bring the Genetic Potion out of the Inner World, a result that was destined from the moment he calculated the timing 18 days ago.
Back in Prison No. 18, the attempts made to smuggle Liu Dezhu's gold bars back to the Outer World were the cause, and today was the effect.
Next, he needed to inject the replaced Genetic Potion into his thigh the moment he passed through to the other side.
But how should he handle the Genetic Potion he had fooled others into giving him? The stuff was extremely valuable, yet he had no intention of selling it for money.