Guys, Stop Being Involved, Our Attributes Are Shared.

Traveling to a wasteland planet destroyed by biological weapons, he became a frontline cannon fodder recruit. I looked at my body that had been modified by the virus - it didn't have any aggression, it only had one weird ability: the desire to share. As long as you are in contact with others for ten minutes, you can average each other's strength, endurance, and status. The strong are not alone in being strong, and the weak are not alone in being weak. Next to him were twenty-eight young people who also climbed out of the experimental cabin. Living is our only motivation. But when we fought our way out of the blood sea of ​​corpses, the group army wanted to send us to a higher poker table. The empire treats me as cannon fodder, and the enemy treats me as a guinea pig. They say we are monsters, pawns, and consumables that can be discarded at any time. Then let them see—— How to turn twenty-eight dead lives into a monster army with completely synchronized attributes. When my team gathers biological mutations, psychic awakenings, and mechanical transformations... Let this troubled world that believes in the law of the jungle understand what a team is.