Hearing 1002's crazed roars from behind him, Charles hastened his speed. No matter who or what 1002 was giving orders to, it could only spell disaster for him.0

The surroundings blurred past him as Charles retraced his original path. Just as he reached the spacious hall, countless objects swarmed out from the linked hallway. The disgusting organs squirmed and wriggled their attached blood vessels; the other animated objects rocked their bodies. But they all had one goal: block Charles' path.1

Charles was just about to retreat when he realized that the creatures in pursuit from behind had also entered the hall.0

"Bro, say the word. Let's do it. I'll control 487 with our left hand," Richard commented.0

Charles's face was visibly a few shades darker. Any talk was too late now....0