Reborn as the Condor Hero in a Wasteland World

[Flesh is weak? Then I’ll devour the heavens!]

He Ku dies suddenly from the grind of a 996 work schedule and commute, only to open his eyes bound to a rusted operating table.

A mechanical prosthetic’s blood-red pincers hover over his heart. His freshly severed right arm floats in a glass jar, while his companion on the next dissection table has already been reduced to a jigsaw puzzle of flesh.

This is a deranged wasteland era:

The electronic sutras of mechanical ascendants are chanted amid data storms. The tentacles of ancient god worshippers pierce the clouds to draw in starlight, while syringes of mutagenic drugs boil with the blood of Cthulhu. As a gene-modified performer plays “Ode to Joy” on his own spine, He Ku has just 23 seconds left on his survival countdown!

[Warning! Symbiote S-01 activated]

His severed right arm suddenly turns into scarlet slime and crawls along the scalpel to his neck:

“Sign a contract, or become my growth medium?”

Now this young man, designated an SSS-level contamination source, is chewing on the gear-shaped heart of a mechanical priest and soaking a Cthulhu hatchling in vodka. With every faction marking him for death, He Ku raises his middle finger to the stars:

“Sequence evolution + cyber cultivation + devouring the old ones: welcome to my path to ascension!”

★Cthulhu cyberpunk × Chinese-style eerie cultivation★

★The ultimate showdown: flesh-and-blood might against mechanical ascension★