John finally saw a different place.

On the left side of his nose bridge, there is a new heat dissipation seam. Upon close inspection, this seam spans his cheek and connects to the root of his ear, converging down to the junction of his neck.

This is a surgical mark, which has become part of the decoration.

John looks a bit colder and more cruel than before.

The elevator opened.

Service desk number seven is only two hundred meters from the parking lot.

John can see it through the door glass.

"Sir, sir? Please plug the data cable in here."

The front desk attendant called back his attention.

John turned his body and pulled out a brand new data cable from his wrist, pausing for a few seconds before plugging it into the terminal.

No prompts, no anomalies, no overwriting occurred.

Black Light was disabled prior to the surgery.

It should have been instructed by Vacuum Tube to Kenichi Sora; the entire surgical process was extremely precise, necessitating the extinguishing of the highly unstable and immensely powerful Black Light.

VT knows what's inside John's body.

They are well aware.

John remained expressionless, suppressing all stray thoughts, glancing at his personal information constantly flashing on the screen.

[Name: John Doe]

An "alien" without Eden City's public records.

This body had basic modifications.

Including phone and electronic accounts, although all information is entirely new.

Back at the Damascus Camp, Nando and Talia had talked with John about human smuggling businesses — the full package of erasing biological information with new accounts in front of him is very expensive and rare.

Not only must the smuggling forces of the Border Wall be dealt with.

Relations at the municipal level must also be smoothed out.

The Vacuum Tube's after-sales service is quite adequate; in other words, they are not suddenly appearing terrorists in Eden City, but rather a well-connected "local tyrant."

Just ordinary authorities won't get to contact them.

Discharge procedures went very smoothly.

John signed the authorization and took away the package full of weapons — Triangular Maple Rifle, two Rapid Runner Submachine Guns, scattered magazines, and a conspicuous item wrapped in a white envelope.

He kept silent, nodded toward the front desk, and pushed open the glass door to the parking lot.

Silver Rider 577 accumulated dust in the corner.

It looked like an injured mercenary, fallen in the city's corner, covered in scratches and bullet marks, with shattered crystal car wraps, several glass panels missing, and even dried blood stains within the wheel hub gaps.

John sat inside, started it up, gently stroked the steering wheel.

He closed his eyes, leaned against the driver's seat, feeling the vibration, recalling the four-month-old yet seemingly just yesterday's deadly chase.

John was putting the brand new self into his past life.

The sunset over the wilderness was orange, burning quietly like a flame behind frosted glass through the hazy sky.

Sunlight penetrated the car window, touching his eyelids, awakening John.

He picked up the equipment bag on the passenger seat, found that letter, flipped it to the back, and confirmed the printed word.

[Serum]

Inside the envelope was a chip with a complex circuit.

It looked very much like a Special Inhibitor.

But John knew what it was and raised his hand to insert it into his neck.

[System rebooting...]

[...Parsing failed...Attempting second calibration...Calibration anomaly, data fragment response...Logical loop value...Jump...Second jump...]

[Pandora Algorithm verification...]

[Black Ice key, calibration, emergency procedure 17...] 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

John remained expressionless, staring at the rolling text information in front of him.

Everything returned to calm.

He knew Black Light was unlocked again.

[Mission: If You Give Me Three Days of Light (Completed)]

[Reward: EUROPHASARK -Completed]

John's fingers on the steering wheel finally stiffened for a moment.