"I am done," I said.
I hate this word. It had become a symbol of my captivity and I hope I never use it in such a condition.
"You are really good, Morant. You have done it in thirty-two days," said Nem man. "I was lucky this time, or it would have taken a lot more," I replied.
"Well, you did it, and that matters the most." said iras race woman with a bright. To that, I smiled.
"I would need ink and a sample of five auras of people who want to enter inside," I said, and I could see four of their eyes lit up.
These bastards have been very smart. They have set a trap by erasing a piece of certain information about how only five people at max enter at once. I am not interested in hiding the information.
"You four come," said Nem man, and four people came. Each Peak Primary-III belongs to a different race.
Including the quiet iras girl, who rarely spoke in my time with them.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
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