The puppet slowly sat up. Reflected in the shattered glass ahead, it appeared to be an Eastern Continent teenager of seventeen or eighteen, with short, tousled black hair and strikingly handsome features. Perhaps because energy had entered its body, there was little emotion in its eyes, yet they looked cold and alert.
Origin Company's older puppet models still used human materials, their foundations modified from human bodies. Back then, in order to defeat its competitors, Origin Company had adopted a biological protective membrane and dormant repair technology, giving its puppets lifespans and durability far beyond comparable products.
Later, after its competitors had been absorbed, the company gradually removed this technology from its low- and mid-range products. Still, thanks to it, this entire model line could remain intact for years, even over a decade, while dormant.
This allowed the Mutated Tissue entrenched within the body to take it over and repair it effectively.
He slowly rose to his feet. At first, his movements seemed somewhat stiff, and damaged areas creaked under the strain. Yet in the span of a single breath, he adapted to his balance and the coordination of every part of his body, and his movements gradually became natural.
He looked down at himself. He wore a simple shirt beneath a black waiter's uniform, both of them tattered in many places.
This was a combat puppet. Judging by the circumstances, it had likely suffered an unexpected attack and fallen here, while the master it was meant to protect had vanished to some unknown place.
There was a distinct mark on its neck: a human figure with its arms spread wide.
Origin Company? He seemed to retain memories related to this company and felt that he should stay as far away from it as possible. Still, as long as this