Over the years, Arnold had been living in a daze. All he thought about was repaying his debt, even using his own body for experiments at the company secretly established by Tang Jizhong. He never questioned right or wrong and simply followed Tang Jizhong's orders, donning the mecha and carrying out a myriad of missions for him.
In fact, during the still of the night, he would reflect on the things he had done. He knew that many were wrong and that he had, unwittingly, become an accomplice with blood-stained hands—a serial executioner with a heavy debt of blood.
At heart, Arnold was kind. After having done so many things contrary to his conscience, he naturally suffered from continuous nightmares. Fortunately, starting from now, he could finally be free.
In the suburban woods, a bonfire was blazing, the burning branches crackling with "chit-chat" sounds, casting the three people huddled around it in a warm red glow.
