Fang Que feels that he is a reasonable person. If the reason does not make sense, he will become like the other person and use the other person's reason to convince the other person.
In this era shrouded in "grey fog" and species are mutating wildly, human beings rely on genetic medicines to survive. Fang Que doesn't need medicine, he just needs "contact".
When it touches steel, its skin hardens; when it swallows strange beasts, it grows sharp claws; when someone chops it with a knife, the tentacles that emerge from the wound swallow the knife instead.
"I'm not a monster," Fang Que explained sincerely to the frightened enemy while stuffing the eyeballs that fell on the ground back into their sockets. "This is just a tactical adjustment of the body structure."
This is a story about deceit, mimicry, and doing whatever it takes to survive in a chaotic world.
