Cyber ​​Daozu: My Code Is a Spell

Neon rainy night, steel jungle. In this era of "blood and flesh are weak and machines are ascending", everyone is crazy about implanting prosthetic bodies, but they cannot escape the curse of "cyber psychosis". Logic deadlock, system crash, prosthetic body going berserk... The world called it a "virus", but in the shabby black clinic in the ninth district, Li Zhu smiled faintly: "What kind of system bug? This is obviously a bug!" There are two nuclear batteries on the hand, and he is wearing an anti-static white coat. While others type codes to kill viruses, he draws talismans in the air to drive away ghosts; Others change the chip and restart, while he uses a golden needle to cross the acupoint to rest his soul. Facing the top S-class killing weapon in the federation, Li Zhu took out a rice cooker (alchemy furnace) with his backhand: "Beauty, your prosthetic body is too evil. You have to go in and practice it."