I Opened the Door to Immortality by Analyzing the Broken Body

Those without spiritual roots are not called people in this world, they are called consumables. Numbered, branded, dismantled after death, and the remains put into the furnace. He is 3172 at the bottom of the Blood Building. Until this consumable body woke up an earth hardware engineer. Everything you touch with your fingertips becomes a blueprint. He can turn a scrap furnace into an artifact that saves 20% of the materials; in a dead end situation, he can see through it at a glance and kill it secretly. People in the world rely on spiritual roots to cultivate immortality, and he relies on a pair of hands that can analyze all things. "There is no waste in my dictionary." From being a slave in front of the crematorium to being in charge of the rules of the avenue - this man-eating mechanical era, he wants to dismantle it with his own hands to see what is buried in the bones.