Mu Rongyun stood up, cold sweat trickling from his pores as he moved. An invisible pressure approached him bit by bit; he felt his fingers shaking, each joint throbbing with oppressive pain.
This feeling was all too familiar to him, and he had never truly forgotten it. These experiences were easily erased from his past, but perhaps he never truly erased them; they were merely left unchecked outside.
Management? Hehe! Mu Rongyun suddenly chuckled, as if he hadn't thought of this word for a long time. Had he been a human for too long and forgotten his identity?
He walked to the center of the room, kneeling on the ground like a devout believer. His spine stood straight without a trace of relaxation, his head bowed, hands naturally hanging by his sides, like a sinner in confession, yet with a malevolence different from that of a sinner.
