Zong Shen let Alexis inspect his metal prosthetic limb.
Alexis could not fulfill Zong Shen's requested modifications anytime soon.
He needed time and a better workbench.
So Zong Shen first handed the dark-gold prosthetic limb to Alexis for study.
This prosthetic limb had been made by Alexis's ancestor. In terms of skill, the current Alexis was certainly no match for his forebear.
Such technological Faults were common across the Endless Continent.
"You mean..."
Alexis's voice went dry.
"What you want isn't just a prosthetic limb, but an entire technological system?"
Zong Shen answered succinctly.
"Your family's technological legacy shouldn't be buried here."
Alexis took a deep breath, then rummaged through a cabinet in the corner and pulled out a stack of notebooks wrapped in oilcloth.
A cloud of dust rose when the oilcloth was untied. The notebook covers were hardened leather, their edges worn down enough to expose the fibers beneath.
Alexis opened the top notebook. Its yellowed pages were densely filled with hand-drawn mechanical diagrams and calculation formulas.
The handwriting was so neat it could almost be called rigid.
"These are the manuscripts of my ancestor, Almazbek Moran."
Alexis lowered his voice, his fingers gently brushing over the ink marks that had slightly blurred with age.
"He built the entire theoretical system from scratch."
"Look here—"
He pointed to a page bearing a complex three-dimensional structural diagram.
"The core of a dark-gold prosthetic limb isn't mechanical transmission, but the way the Blood Fusion Crystal establishes energy channels between the human body and flesh."
"That determines the limb's control sensitivity."
Zong Shen nodded. In fact, that was also why the dark-gold prosthetic limb could unlock additional Weapons and Equipment slots.
Zong Shen leaned closer for a better look. The blueprint depicted a cross-sectional structure of the arm's connection point.
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