Qikala

"So heavy. Can you cut off your waist first?"

On the tenth level of the Silent Helix, Harvey lay sprawled at the edge of the fissure, grabbing the Orc with his only right hand. Logically, with no other limbs to grip the ground, he should have been dragged down by the Orc, but behind Harvey was a dried corpse hugging him. Though the dried corpse did not have much strength either, its total mass was at least greater than the Orc's.

The Orc smiled bitterly. "Even if I wanted to, I don't have a hand to cut out my kidneys. Besides, mentor, if you can't pull me up, I'm afraid it isn't because of my weight."

Qikala was only slightly better off than Harvey. His left hand had regenerated to the elbow, but his legs were still empty beneath him.

The instant Qikala was swept into the fissure, Harvey immediately spread his Void Wings and flew over, catching Qikala's wrist at the critical moment. However, not only could the Void Wings not carry them up, Harvey was nearly dragged down by Qikala instead. Fortunately, Harvey could still control Alice, and only by the three of them clinging together in a chain did they barely halt the fall.

Yet after three minutes, not only had Harvey failed to pull Qikala up, he had even slipped downward a little. Though this body was original and genuine, it had ultimately only just been produced, and not even its limb accessories were complete. His muscles, blood vessels, and skin were all far too delicate. To put it simply, they could not take rough use.

After exerting himself for a full three minutes, Harvey's right hand had already begun to go weak and sore, and he could not even lift his elbow. The Necromancer thought