No. 19 lay on the sickbed and stared at the ceiling with his only eye remaining. He had a sluggish look on his face.
(I'm finished, right?)
This was such a serious injury. Even if he was cured, he probably wouldn't be able to return to his previous peak. In that case, he would surely be tossed into the white house.
The experimental subjects living in the white house were inferior students who had been eliminated once.
There, they still had one last chance to perform. If they still couldn't prove themselves after three months, they would be crippled and abandoned.
(Wrong, given how serious my injuries are, I most probably would be directly abandoned, right?)
No. 19 had always felt that life in the manor was very tiring. Although they could eat their fill, the pressure was too great and they suffered too much. The number of things they learned, the duration they cultivated for, and even how much they ate were all planned for.
