I Analyzed a Mutilated Corpse and Knocked on the Gates of Immortality

Those without spiritual roots aren't considered people in this world. They're called consumables. Numbered, branded, disassembled after death, their remains tossed into the furnace. He was 3172, the lowest-ranked member of the Blood Tower. Then a hardware engineer from Earth woke up inside the body of this disposable human.

Whatever his fingertips touched became a blueprint. He could turn a broken furnace into a divine artifact that used twenty percent less material, and see through a deadly trap at a glance to strike back at the one pulling the strings. While others cultivated immortality with spiritual roots, he relied on a pair of hands that could analyze anything.

"There are no useless things in my dictionary." From a slave beside the cremation furnace to the one who commands the laws of the Great Dao, he would dismantle this man-eating age of machinery with his own hands and see what lay buried in its bones.