Flesh and blood are not barriers, but codes to be solved; gods are not legends, but test subjects that can be dissected.
Ling Ye held the blood-stained scalpel tightly. The blue crystal core raised by the tip of the knife reflected the lab badge where her sister was imprisoned.
Three years ago, he was a top neurosurgeon; after the apocalypse, he is an "anatomy hand" in a black clinic who collects food according to the quota.
When the laboratory mark crawled out of the spine of the giant zombie, when the silver nanoworm swarm flowed in the veins of the female mercenary with mechanical prosthetics, when the blood of the pure white girl in the shelter could suppress distortion... He realized that this extinction was a carefully planned "ascension".
"Want to kill God? Learn to dissect Him first."
Use scientific thinking to dismantle the gene locks of superpowers, and use a scalpel to peel off the power of gods——
In this ruin made of flesh and steel, he will cut open the truth of the doomsday and his own frozen heart.
