At the End of the World, I Am the Only One Who Can Reproduce

I am the only "pure land" in the seventh base. Everyone envied me and said I was lucky to be safe and sound in a world that was 100% polluted. They regard me as hope, as a treasure, as the last fire of mankind. Until I accidentally entered the forbidden laboratory. Ninety-nine mummies were soaked in embalming fluid, with their empty eye sockets facing the door. Each one is the same as me, a so-called "pure land". Each one looked like me, with the same scar on their left wrist. My number is 100. The label column reads: "To be prepared in vivo." On the day of my escape, I awakened my power - [Forced Copy]. Touching the mutant, I gain its dynamic vision and violent power. Touch the pursuer and I copy his fighting skills and weapon proficiency. Touching that crazy doctor, I saw the shocking conspiracy behind the experiment—— It turns out that what they want is not a savior. It's a container. It's a weapon. It is a living key that can carry the power of "dominance". In front of the ninety-ninth mummy specimen, I tore open the ceiling of the laboratory: Do you want to use me as a container? I will engrave your lives first.