Blue blood soaked into the rust of the incinerator, and the remains of the monster exploded in the furnace fire. Deep in the mark on Lin Yan's palm, the evil scales of the owl were tearing apart his flesh, and the Bureau of Investigation's anesthesia needle was pressed against his carotid artery - they called him a "high-risk pollution source." But death did not come. When the bone mantis's poisonous tongue penetrated the restraints, the molten golden single pupil [Fei Pupil] ignited in his eyes, projecting the weakness of the monster's joints and the smelting countdown into the blood-red vision.
Hunting is the only way to survive; smelting is the curse of flesh and blood. Under the icy dome of the Alien Management Bureau, he was a "waste" who had overdrawn thorn coins. His files were sealed with a scarlet [Dragon Level: Furnace Zero], and every change in source blood would trigger an evaporation alarm. The training camp is a millstone of flesh and blood, colleagues are devouring wolves, and the researchers only see burning data. Only Shen Cong, codenamed "Trash", seemed to be able to penetrate the cognitive-subverting [82.7% Source blood purity] in his body with his eyes peeking from the corner - was that a fire that was enough to burn the rules, or was it the crematorium prepared for him by the Alien Management Bureau in advance?
