C42 It Was Just a Small Test

Chen Zhixuan's daily check-in yielded only a bag of silver needles, a modest consolation prize. He much preferred the fragments of the Tesla Note, but alas, it wasn't something within his control. It was simply wishful thinking.

Early the next day, Chen Zhixuan left his apartment and caught a taxi straight to the Southern Manor. Upon arrival, he found the place deserted except for a lone manager