When the bastards in the dungeon ripped out the nerves of his prosthetic body one by one, they all laughed at him for being a loser who only knew how to repair rags. Until they saw Su Heng's bloody fingers touching the scrapped first-generation "Zhurong" mecha - the whole ruins suddenly began to buzz.
Only he could hear that every piece of alloy bone and every scrapped nerve was screaming for rebirth.
From the day he crawled out of the pile of corpses, the powerful people in the entire cyber world went crazy. They knelt in front of him holding sky-high contracts, just to beg him to repair their ancestral combat prosthetics. Su Heng just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled and said to the other end of the terminal: "Now, it's my turn to make the rules."
