I'm Still Too Weak with Sss Talent at the Start

The old-fashioned elevator seemed to be underpowered, wobbly all the way down, making Mike worried that it might stop at any time.

It's a good thing to stop, but I'm afraid that the elevator cable that has been in disrepair will suddenly break.

Then, Mike will go directly from the underground, into hell.

Finally, he drew a diamond pattern on his chest all the way, and meditated on the Lord's blessing in his mouth.

The elevator reached the 78th floor without incident.

The elevator door opened, and there was a strong smell of dirt and rocks around.

Under the dim corridor lights, Mike could clearly see the khaki walls around him.

Even the side of the feet is made of concrete that was simply stirred with water, and a foot print can be made by stepping on it with one foot.

"These builders are fucking cutting corners again," he spat and cursed.

It is really making money with the lives of the common people.

The floors above the ground must need walls, otherwise you can't build higher floors at all. This is common sense.

But not necessarily underground.

According to the provisions of the World Security Law, in terms of current technology, any high-rise building can only be constructed with a maximum underground depth of minus 50 floors.

Going further down, the ground will be completely unable to penetrate sunlight for a long time, and the soil will be wet, and various rare germs will emerge one after another.

Moreover, due to the atmospheric pressure of the mantle, it will be very unsuitable for human habitation.

As long as they live for another three or five years, then the humans living in this environment look like mutants who have been 'cared for' by nuclear radiation.

And those greedy real estate developers in Wild Wolf Port, in order to maximize their profits.

A building, on the bright side, they only built minus [-] floors.

But they would take the elevator down the path and dig deeper.

The construction team can take the elevator to get to the 31st floor, 32nd floor and so on.

Dig up a little bit of these open compartments to make it look like a room, and they can just clap their hands.

It doesn't matter if these dirt rooms will collapse or not.

However, there are more human beings who live in the Wild Wolf Harbor without a fixed place, and they will scramble for such a cheap place.

Sleeping on the road is a very dangerous thing, and there is no guarantee that your organs will still be there when you wake up the next day.

Soon, Mike found the store he wanted.

On the 78th floor of the basement, room -7801, there is a small plaque hanging at the door.

Looking up, the neon signboard reads 'Mechanical Transplant' in big characters.

Among them, the three characters of 'mechanical shift' are not lit, only the diode behind 'zhi' is still struggling to operate, so the word 'zhi' becomes flickering.

Mike didn't bother to think whether it was because of insufficient power supply or because of aging wiring.

He knocked on the door symbolically, then pushed in.

The house was filled with all kinds of rotten smells, and as far as Mike could see, there were discarded human organs and rusted iron mechanical parts.

It's like a garbage dump here.

In front of a table in the middle of the garbage heap, he saw a scrawny old man in a white lab coat.

The old man was writing and drawing with his head down attentively. In the sketches on the table, Mike saw countless sketches of design concepts about human anatomy.

Mike didn't dare to bother too much, so he could only stand silently and wait for him to finish his work.

During this period, Mike caught a glimpse of the water glass that the old man put aside, and instinctively licked his lips.

He had traveled all the way to this point, and his mouth was dry.

It's just that after glancing at the water glass, he suddenly felt nauseated.

The bodies of all kinds of flies and mosquitoes are floating in the water glass.

In the next instant, the old man's movements made his scalp tingle even more.

I saw him gently lift the water glass, without even looking at it, he raised his head and drank it.

Together with the corpses of those flies.

"Gag..." Although it was impolite to gag in front of others, Mike almost couldn't hold back.

Fortunately, I covered my mouth with my hands to suppress the thought of vomiting.

"Don't be nauseous, this glass of water is very fresh, I filled it three days ago, and these are all proteins." Nick looked up and smiled, his face was thin with almost no fat, and his thin cheekbones were particularly noticeable when he smiled. Prominent, like a zombie in a horror movie.

Mike smiled dryly, and said respectfully: "Dear Mr. Nick, I would like to ask you to replace my prosthesis. Here is 3000 yuan world currency, and I will transfer it to you now."

He pressed the bump on his wrist, and a series of data drilled into Nick's wrist.

Although the environment of this mechanical transplant shop looks very bad, but its price is cheap.

On the market, regular mechanical transplant shops, even the simplest finger prosthetics, require at least five-digit World Coins.

Even in an illegal transplant shop, with a condition like his, it would take at least [-] to replace a whole mechanical spine.