Flesh and flesh are weak and weak, but machines are soaring? No, in this world swallowed by neon and data, only source code is the only true god!
... This is a dark age when even breathing a breath of fresh air requires paying a "lung maintenance tax." The five major chaebols monopolized the sky (heaven) and transformed "cultivation" into a privilege of paid subscription. If a mortal wants to survive, he must cut himself open and replace himself with a cold prosthetic limb, becoming a battery for capital.
Gu Qing, a low-level watch repairman in the garbage sea of District 9. At the moment of death when the pacemaker's power was only 1%, he accidentally picked up the **[Underlying Source Code]** left over from the previous era!
From then on, the world changed in his eyes. Indestructible alloy armor? It was a wrongly drawn defensive talisman, which could be broken with one poke! A quantum firewall with unparalleled computing power? That is a broken formation full of loopholes, which can be solved in one step! A superior cyber swordsman? Just piles of walking, high-calorie experience packs!
"Other people's power comes from batteries and networks, and my power comes from myself."
In this wasteland full of lies, betrayal and prosthetic transformation, Gu Qing believes in this absolute truth: the principle of transaction. Give me money, and I'll help you repair your prosthetic body; give me your life, and I'll help you dismantle this damned way of heaven!
... "Gu Qing, are you crazy? That's the Nascent Soul-level mecha from Taiqing Technology!" Gu Qing looked at the steel giant that covered the sky and the sun, and put out the cigarette butt in his hand. The pale golden runes were flowing in his eyes: "Nascent Soul? I think its cooling system is clogged, so I just took it apart and used it as a cauldron!"
