The sunrise glow spilled onto the old windowpanes, and the blazing incinerator burned fiercely.
"Is this guy that Transcendent monster?"
Standing outside the thick glass window, a young soldier looked toward the incinerator area, where a lean cadaver was being hoisted by robots.
"Boy, do you think you have too many lives?"
The soldier next to him, a man of older age, reached out and pulled the young soldier's shoulder, directly dragging him over, "Those associated with high-ranking Transcendents, even though they're dead, still carry strong Extraordinary Power. If you're not careful, you could get contaminated with Extraordinary Power, and when that time comes, you won't even know how you died."
"But, class leader,"
The young soldier, having been pulled back, turned his head and looked at the older soldier beside him with some confusion, "Didn't the higher-ups say that they had already dealt with the Extraordinary Power in this guy's cadaver?"