The Message of the Previous Owner

A month later.

A group of three consisting of two men and a woman were gathered in a laboratory in the Spire Experimental Base.

Chen Chen took a USB drive from Brando's hands.

The shell of the USB drive was a transparent almost crystal-like material. The intricate golden gears structure of the device could be seen through the shell. Some of the gears were turning continuously like mechanical watches.

Something as delicately crafted as this could very easily be mistaken as some sort of artifact or art piece instead of a USB drive.

"This thing nearly cost my life, Mr. Chen Chen."

Brando cracked a smile, one of his eyes was wrapped with thick layers of bandages with tiny traces of blood still seeping out of them. He was in horrible shape.

"Head to the logistics department of the Spire Laboratory, they'll patch you up."