Abyss Protocol: the Unfinished Code

[System Flow][Wasteland Punk Aesthetics][Ex Machina][Hardcore Wits][Cyber Cultivation][Group Image Growth] (Additional note, this work is "extremely" selective for readers. Readers who like hard-core settings, logical aesthetics, and philosophical speculation can read it carefully.) The blood I spit out was blue, and there was a system in my brain counting down. I have become the "error code" of the cultivation experimental field. My family wants to clean me and the system wants to format me. Until I met Zhao Wan, the mechanical girl who had been waiting for 1095 days. "Only 7.2% Of the core of the agreement is left," she reported coldly. "You need my force field to suppress the system instructions, and I need your error code to delay the rust-temporary mutual aid agreement, do you accept it?" We are the defective products that have been sentenced to death by the world. My left hand turned into a rusty ghost claw due to pollution, and I needed to "eat" metal every day to survive. Her emotional modules are torn apart by trauma, and she will pointlessly mend walls between battles. But we use programmers' thinking to analyze cultivation techniques, steal relics of dead souls in the data cemetery, and turn every pursuit of the system into a vulnerability test. Now, a nine-day countdown hangs overhead. The silver light of the system's "scavenger" tears apart the rusty sky, and wherever it passes, even the pollution will be temporarily silenced. Native waste pickers see us as mobile "sources of pollution" and "resources". And we have just obtained the stabilizer formula and are ready to go deep into the data abyss that swallows everything to find the truth about the first generation experimental subject γ-0 They said the error code should be cleared. Then let the gods and Buddhas in the sky see how three bugs bound together can collapse the entire world's operating agreement.