"Has this batch failed again?"
9527 appeared once more in the empty black hall and could not help but glance at the dozens of screens suspended in mid-air.
Those monitor screens were showing almost the same images. Shi Gang, Dylon, and other participants of the test had slumped to the ground.
They were at their weakest state after absorbing, eating, and drinking nothing for five days. Everyone would die if this continued.
"Get them out of there, and get the next batch in… Oh, wait a second!"
9527 sighed, preparing to obliterate the participants' memories before sending them out of the spaceship.
Obliterate?
Nah, that was just a rhetoric.
A monitor screen in the corner suddenly caught the eyes of 9527, its surprised expression turning into a delight.
"That earthling… he has succeeded?"