My Days at the Institute of Anomalies

How much is the life of a native species worth? When Jiang Yi stood at the door of Gu's Institute of Deformity with his doctoral diploma clutched in his hand, the three steel knives in his pocket made his palms ache. The answer is: I can't even afford a coffin. Here, evolvers step on the bones of native species to drink serum, and the four major families use deformed bodies to refine divine blood. And a "native trash" like him who can't live to be 35 years old, his only goal is to save enough money to buy a coffin. But on his first day of employment, he found half a piece of moldy compressed biscuit in the laboratory drawer, with a note underneath: "Don't trust Gu Mingyuan."