“Hong Lu #120, at your service~.”

Hong Lu donned himself with a grim face, despite trying to keep his cheery tone. It’s obvious in his twitches and flinches that the soldier was suffering from migraines. He had become irritable and snappy due to the mental toil he took.

The only time he would be allieved of his pain is when he dies. And it’ll start over again once he left the clone hatchery.

“Agh—! Let’s just get the mission done before I lose it…”