Jiang Chan looked down at herself. Her dusty work pants and vest, stained with oil and blood, made her look like a beggar among a group of elegantly dressed people. The heavy metal restraints on her wrists and ankles reminded her of her status as a "high-risk waste".

Just then, the sound of hurried high heels stopped outside the cage.

Jiang Chan raised her head.

A woman stood outside the cage. She wore a sharply tailored black uniform skirt, her hair meticulously combed and piled up on her back like a shiny helmet. Her face was well-maintained, but the lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth were taut, exuding a harshness and extreme impatience. She held an electronic tablet in her hand, her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, rapidly tapping across it.

"D-734?" The woman didn't even look up, her voice sharp and urgent.

Jiang Chan didn't say anything, but just looked at her warily.

The woman clicked her tongue impatiently and finally raised her eyelids to glance at Jiang Chan from head to toe. Her gaze was as if she were looking at an eyesore of a rag, filled with undisguised disgust.

"I'm Lina, the backstage manager for this press conference." She spoke rapidly, as if reading a formal document. "You! Listen up! Your 'value' is to stand in the designated spot at the press conference and 'brilliantly' showcase the last bit of 'unstable performance' of those junk prosthetics in your body to the audience! Understand? Stress test unit! You are a stress test unit!"

She practically poked the electronic board into the iron cage; the screen lit up, displaying a stage plan with an inconspicuous red dot in the corner.

"See that? Your spot! Spot number 12! Far from the main stage, don't even think about getting any screen time! Stand up straight! Look presentable! When the device activates and the energy field pressurizes, you'd better 'naturally' lose control! Convulse! Smoke! The worse the better! Be a perfect negative example of the 'stability' of our new product! Got it?!"

Her spittle almost landed on Jiang Chan's face.

Jiang Chan lowered her eyelids, concealing the cold light in her eyes, and mumbled a weak and submissive "hmm" in her throat.

Supervisor Lina was somewhat satisfied with the reaction, but her brows were still furrowed: "Useless is useless! If it weren't for your out-of-control data, it would still be of some use..."

She glanced disdainfully at the stains and restraints on Jiang Chan's body. "Two hours before the press conference, someone will come and give you a clean set of clothes to cover up this rags! Don't cause any trouble! Stay put!"