Before Zhen Liu's eyes were several desire cores glowing with all sorts of bright and beautiful colors, stored safely in strange glass containers that seemed to vary in design in a rather wide manner.
A whole deluge of emotions and questions passed through Zhen Liu's mind as he stared at the bottles.
Who among his predecessors was the one to start bottling up th desires?
What did each of them do?
Were there any similarities between them?
But the one emotion that seemed to beat out all the others, his curiosity, his wonder and even greed was one simple emotion: rage.
'YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THERE WERE A FUCKTON OF CORES DOWN HERE ALREADY? Secondarily, I COULD STORE THESE STUPID THINGS NOT INSIDE ME?!,' Zhen Liu mentally ranted.
During this rant, his mind wandered to the fact that there were still several hundred other shelves full of other materials.
