[Wasteland Survival + Monster Organs + Mechanical Transformation + No System]
In the wasteland, killing monsters is only the beginning.
Only by inserting their organs into the body can one truly gain their abilities.
The ossicles left behind by the wall ear went into my mechanical left arm. Putting my palms against the wall, I could hear the movement on the other side. The sloughed off sac of gray lung grows on the chest and becomes a second lung. It filters out the radiation from my sister's blood, but all the pollution remains on me.
Twelve years after the nuclear war, the ecological creatures cultivated before the war went out of control, and the Eastern Continent became a wasteland. The survivors retreated into an industrial valley, guarding nine still-operating furnaces and surviving on heat and purified water.
This is Jiulu.
My sister suffers from radiation sickness, and medicine can only slow down the condition. In order to get the next shot, I have to continue to come out of the valley. The ossicles and second lung are not enough.
Once, I pressed my left hand against an old pipe that had been out of service for many years. The pipe had long been cut off, but there was a slight shock under the palm.
I didn't let go.
After a long time, the second sound came back from the other side of the valley.
