When it came to the most complex and precise instrument on this planet, there was no doubt that it was humanity itself.
Everything artificial created during the Prosperous Era was insignificant compared to nature's miraculous craftsmanship.
Even after exhausting their brief lives, scholars of the old days had failed to completely unravel all the secrets the Creator had hidden within this organic body.
This "machine" was practically omnipotent.
Although the problems it had yet to solve would always outnumber those it had solved, before time itself, every known problem seemed to eventually have an answer.
However, this machine had not been designed for any single purpose, so it was bound to have limits in specific fields.
And to break through those limits—
One had to abandon the identity of being human.
The moment Midnight Chicken Killer woke up at the respawn point, he had made up his mind.
To become stronger—
He would no longer be human!
At least, not with this life!
"You've thought this through? Once you set foot on this path, heavy shackles will follow you for the rest of your life, and you'll never have a chance to turn back... Gahaha."
Boulder Military Industries Building.
Cybernetic Modification Laboratory.
Looking at the man lying on the operating table, Ibes wore a twisted smile.
Though he could have smiled more kindly, he did not particularly want to.
The engineers and doctors beside him, meanwhile, had long grown accustomed to their boss's perverse sense of humor and did not find it strange in the slightest.
Saws, wrenches, hammers, countless flexible mechanical arms hanging above the operating table, various blades, and so on—every tool was ready.
As long as the client nodded before the camera and signed this final waiver of life and death, they could immediately begin making