Chapter 275: Seventy-Second Floor, The Forgotten God (6)
[Complete Tunyak’s additional request. Time remaining: 20 hours 57 minutes.]
The battle had erupted without warning and ended just as quickly. In fact, chasing the fleeing hunters took me longer than it took to subdue Sogorong.
I gazed around the battlefield. We had just finished getting everything under control.
Sogorong was still pinned to the ground, his face buried in the dirt beneath a corporeal shadow, while the other hunters were tied up with ropes I had stored in my mimic.
Honestly, I had been worried that their mechanical limbs could snap the ropes, but apparently I was mistaken. Moreover, pulling out said limbs didn’t cause blood to pour out like I imagined.
Tunyak had carefully removed their prosthetic arms with practiced efficiency. There was some bleeding, sure—but just a little. It hadn’t even been particularly gruesome. Only a bit of skin peeled away around the shoulder joints where the limbs connected.
If anything, they felt like high-grade prosthetics, superior versions of the artificial limbs I had seen back on Earth.
I had assumed they were fully integrated with blood vessels and nerves, but now I wasn’t so sure.
“Gaaah!”
Sogorong’s mechanical eye functioned similarly. Tunyak reached in, gave it a slight twist, and it popped out with a soft shoop.
Right after, he kicked Sogorong square in the jaw. From how short Sogorong’s scream had been, he had probably blacked out instantly. Unlike before, not a single drop of blood trickled from the socket.
How does it even work?