When the scrapping notice was delivered to Lu Zheng, he was still breathing.
At fifteen years old, he is the most dazzling young evolver on Gray Hearth.
At eighteen, he was so neurologically damaged that he couldn't even hold a spoon.
His father is still paying for his treatment, but the institute has already signed his recovery form.
[Adaptation failed.
[End maintenance.
[Keep prototype components.
But at the moment when the external correction was cut off, Lu Zheng's index finger moved.
Not a twitch.
It is his own will.
A set of "Compilation Layer Zero" that was judged to have failed left him with the possibility of re-evolution - allowing mutually exclusive technologies to coexist in the same body.
Others grow along mature lines, and he looks for a way out of abandoned technologies.
Repair nerves, reconstruct the body, and compete for the prototype organs of the lost civilization.
From the frontier restricted area to the central navigation area, from the failed sample that no one cares about, to the evolver who personally opens up a new route.
People who once judged him to be worthless began to want to bring him back to the experimental platform at any cost.
But this time, they were no longer facing the young man lying on the hospital bed waiting for the verdict.
"You say this is a failed evolutionary path."
"That's because you've only come this far."
