Player 275's world.
In the light blue halo, the lab's dome was transparent, and through it, one could see the starry sea outside, where stars slowly moved, and occasionally a meteor streaked by, shimmering with a faint glow.
This was a place Zong Fang knew all too well—his lab.
Everything inside the lab seemed unusually quiet, with only the low humming of machines echoing in the air. The floor beneath his feet was made of smooth silver-white metal, silent upon touch. Tall data towers were arranged all around, each flickering with green lights, pulsing like the beat of life, with data transmitting between towers in beams of light.
He walked toward the control panel.
He knew his habits; he would always leave a record whenever he entered or exited the lab—so Zong Fang thought to use the records to track down the traces of another him in this world.
Zong Fang flipped to the latest entry: "17:58 PM, Human Observation Record."