“Hurry! Quickly go save him! Does this child not recognize the Duskgold Dreadclaw Bear? Why didn’t he hit the ejection button!”
An anxious voice echoed in Tang Wulin’s mind as he gradually regained consciousness, the icy numbness fading from his body at the same time.
A metallic friction sound rang out and in the next moment, light filled his eyes.
I’m back. I’m fine. Those were Tang Wulin’s first thoughts, but then he noticed something strange about his state. Why do I feel fine?
His body had been shredded into pieces so he should be experiencing strong residual effects, and yet, he didn’t feel anything in particular.
“How are you doing?” Wu Zhangkong’s face appeared above the metal box.
Staff members also came over, prodding Tang Wulin’s body with a sort of popsicle-looking thing. “Are you conscious? Do you feel cold?”
“Yes,” Tang Wulin answered.
“He’s awake and has feeling. This is odd! He recovered this quickly?”