Chapter 71
No.11 waited expressionlessly. He silently counted the seconds in his mind.
He had initially been puzzled when he was repeatedly cut by the blade, with each wound splitting open only to heal again. What exactly was this?
But he wasn't particularly interested. He had no curiosity about anything other than Elara.
The pain of being cut didn't really affect him. He didn't make a sound. He didn't even understand what the other person was trying to do, only that it was annoying and boring.
Honestly, there was no need for them to cover his mouth. He had endured countless cruel experiments. His body had been dissected into countless fragments, only to regenerate in an instant.
So, he wouldn't make a sound. After all, he couldn't feel anything. Wasn't that right?
He had no real sense of pain, like a soulless, beautiful puppet. Apart from his desperate longing to see Elara, he could feel nothing else.
No.11 was a healing-type creature. Rapid regeneration and pain tolerance were his funda

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