The prosthetic body I wear is the lowest quality, with G-level adaptability, and is only suitable for working as a coolie in the slums.
In an accident, I was forced to swallow mysterious ice crystals, and the energy in my body began to swallow the machinery in reverse.
"Alert! The target energy goes rampant and freezes the entire block of liquid nitrogen tanks!"
"This is impossible! His prosthetic body is obviously the lowest form of scrap metal!"
When the wealthy geniuses used titanium meridians to show off their dual combat power, my rusty iron arms had frozen their superconducting cores.
"Revival of ancient martial arts? No, I want this cyber martial arts to hear the roar of the Ice Age."
