Chapter 38: Golden Murdock (1)
My severed wrist danced in the ruins, faintly glowing.
It scuttled across the floor on two fingers, like it had a will of its own, reenacting dance moves I'd seen on TV.
It hopped around using its index and middle fingers as legs—bizarre, but weirdly cheerful.
“...What the hell is this now.”
I stared at it, dumbfounded.
Even in a cyberpunk world where absurdity never stops, this was a first.
Circuit patterns on the wrist still shimmered with a bluish light, like a firefly glowing in the dark.
Watching a severed body part dance suddenly brought something to mind.
Ah.
The Jinrong agents’ ability I’d gained but failed to fully grasp.
It was the power to control severed body parts.
Blue energy from the Hexa Core Ring flowed through every part of me—so even if something got cut off, I could still command it.