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When he slowly opened his eyes again, he found himself in an empty room.

He sat up in bed and looked around.

The room was extremely simple, with nothing in it except the shabby, creaking wooden bed in the corner.

The surrounding walls tightly blocked out the light, filling the entire space with a suffocating darkness and oppression.

——This place looks like a solitary confinement cell used to detain prisoners.

He looked at it carefully and thought.

The black-haired young man could feel waves of pain coming from his head, and his thoughts became chaotic and fuzzy.

He tried hard to recall some things, but the memories in his mind seemed to be covered by a thin veil. No matter how hard he tried, the fog refused to dissipate, making it impossible for him to clearly capture the important information.

"who I am?"

He muttered to himself, stretching out his long, bony hands and gently rubbing his temples, trying to ease the pain that was surging like a tide.

But even so, his brain was still running wildly like a machine out of control. All kinds of chaotic images and fragments kept flashing before his eyes, but they were fleeting, making it difficult for him to piece together a complete chain of memories.

Due to the loss of memory and the unfamiliarity with the surrounding environment, the young man couldn't help but feel a strong sense of unease in his heart.

This uneasiness was like an invisible hand tightly gripping his heart, causing his breathing to become rapid.

At the same time, every nerve in his body was highly tense, and he remained alert at all times, fearing that any unexpected danger would suddenly come.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the young man's face is frighteningly pale, without a trace of blood.

Compared with a few days ago, he has obviously lost a lot of weight. The clothes that used to fit him now seem a little loose. His once strong muscles are now almost just a skeleton, his collarbone protrudes high, and he looks haggard.

……

The heavy and cold iron door of the confinement room suddenly opened with a dull creaking sound.

Then, several figures slowly walked into the room. Their steps were steady, yet each one seemed to carry a heavy weight.

The faces of these people appeared blurry in the dim light, but as they gradually approached, Jiang Yan could clearly see the criss-crossing, deep wrinkles on their faces that were as deep as ravines.

For some reason, just one glance at her caused a surge of strong disgust and rejection in Jiang Yan's subconscious. This feeling came so suddenly and without any reason that even he himself was a little surprised.

Faced with this sudden situation, the young man subconsciously took a few steps back, his body pressed tightly against the cold wall behind him.

His eyes were full of vigilance, like a frightened beast, ready to deal with possible danger at any time.

At this time, the leader finally spoke: "Jiang Yan, you're finally awake."

Hearing this name, Jiang Yan's heart suddenly trembled. He frowned in confusion and looked at the group of strangers in front of him with a bewildered look.

...Jiang Yan?

Is he referring to himself?

Before Jiang Yan had time to think more, several other people spoke one after another.

"You probably don't remember it after you forgot?" one of them said, his tone calm and without a trace of emotion:

"Your name is Jiang Yan. You're a talent carefully trained by the Federation, specially sent to the Empire to carry out undercover missions. Unfortunately, your last mission failed due to various reasons. Not only that, you were unfortunately severely injured by the Empire's renowned general, Lu Qinian, and lost your memory."