In the lower hangar of the Deep Rock Fortress, technicians are doing the final check on the "cargo"—they need to ensure that the "Angel Catalyst" in the shuttle's cargo hold remains stable during the upcoming delivery, and once again confirm that there's nothing on the entire shuttle that involves the Special Service Bureau's recognition items.
Yu Sheng stood on the platform next to the shuttle waiting to depart, while glancing down at the little puppet who was grabbing his pants and climbing upwards.
"Got yourself a mass-produced body?"
The little puppet commented casually while climbing, "Yeah, in case you die outside this time—I wouldn't mind taking a mass-produced body to perish with you."
Yu Sheng: "That's not how you use the term 'perish together'."
Erin climbed onto Yu Sheng's shoulder, casually ruffled the hair of the latter, "…A normal person would first focus on 'dying outside'."
