Wu reached the fourth floor. It was a narrow, elongated corridor, but the only difference from the third floor was the complete absence of any bizarre traps here.
Along both sides stood tall, wardrobe-like compartments. Looking closely, rows of dim, lifeless figures hung limply inside—several hundred of them in total, all of them robots awaiting activation.
Wu walked up to one of the robots, gently stroking its cold, emotionless form, a flicker of nostalgia flashing through his eyes.
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