Before long, the pile of prosthetic limbs had been completely dismantled... The Spirit Exorcist, who had been on the verge of mechanical ascension, was instantly brought back down to earth, becoming a person of "flesh and blood" once more.
"How did you do that?!" the doctor pressed from the side. "This is completely different from last time. You didn't use that fungus-type Anomaly to weave new body tissue... These things grew out of her original necrotic tissue... This... this..."
The doctor held both hands up in front of himself and stammered for a long while. After a brief silence, he lowered his hands dejectedly.
"I know this may be inappropriate to say... but for someone like me, who's spent half his life dealing with scalpels, this is a miracle," the doctor murmured.
"You don't actually think Anomalies are gods, do you?" Sun Hang shot him a glance and reminded him, "I told you last time, that kind of thinking is dangerous."
"No. It's just that when I think about... those fallen zones... and the enemies we'll have to face in the future... all being things like this..." The doctor shook his head. "It makes me feel so powerless."
"The future is the future. At least we're still alive and well right now, aren't we?" Sun Hang patted the doctor on the shoulder. "I'll leave the rest to you. I've got a mountain of things to deal with."
Although the Spirit Exorcist's physical body had been reborn, her previous condition had been far too terrible. She would not be able to wake up anytime soon—and even after waking, adapting to this newly reborn body would take quite a bit of time.
After all, having grown accustomed to the operating logic of mechanical prosthetics over the years, returning to her original flesh-and-blood