In the cyber city where prosthetics are power, I am a piece of waste dragging my stump in the garbage.
The rich man smashed my head with a coin and laughed that I was only worthy of licking the soles of his shoes.
Until my blood activated the ancient God of War chip.
With a million times analysis, you can see through the weaknesses of all prosthetic bodies; martial arts are rekindled, and you can demolish limited edition armors with your bare hands!
When I swallowed the remains of the evil god and turned my right arm into a black bladed armor, the entire Astral Divine Court trembled because of me.
They see me as a weapon, but they don't know that my human-shaped god-killing weapon will eventually judge their superior gods.
