Zeras walked up the long steps breathing out like a dog about to die from running a billion miles. Even he, a genetic awakener feels like dying due to climbing those long steps. He was sure the ExcelSpace Lab was around the 20th floor.
To carry a 1000-pound technological tool to the 20th floor while using the stairs, even an awakener would feel like dying doing that.
Having become their lab slave for almost 40 days now, Zeras could rest assured of his single conclusion.
-They wanted to kill him.
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"Here it is Aunt Annalise..." Zeras shouted out quickly entering the lab as he dropped the gigantic box beside Annalise who was busy screwing bolts on the spaceships, using the screwing machine of course.
"Oh?" Annalise slowly stood up, standing before Zeras and towering over him with a head.
