Unfortunately, the game store doesn’t accept living people. After scanning, W not only confirmed they were alive, but also refused to appraise or recycle.
However, this shocked the other players who drove back together, and they gathered around.
"What kind of miracle-working doctors are you two? Still breathing in this condition?"
"Couldn’t have been you three who beat the person half to death, dismantled them, and brought them back to show off, right? Ew~~ What a nasty hobby."
"Move aside, move aside, you’re crowding their air to breathe."
"What the heck, crowding air? If you’re gonna show off, at least find a better word, can you?"
Faced with all sorts of comments, the Super Balloon trio couldn’t care less.
Since they brought back the living dead, they at least had to take them to the medical department to see if there’s any hope.
"Where did you two bring them back from?"
Returning to Stone Ridge Mountain town, the resident watching the little players grinding XP was amazed at the two half-dead people who were no different from corpses.
"Loaded them in a garbage truck, who knows what’s going on."
"Anyway, it’s not the first time."
It’s not uncommon for bodies to be tossed out of garbage trucks, though it’s the first time seeing a living one.
"I think there’s still some chance for rescue."
The resident grinned.
"Amputate below the neck, maybe they’ll still catch a breath."
Just joking, only with prosthetic modifications to this extent can one breathe, a real person would be long dead.
He’s not that skilled. All he can do is replace a prosthetic limb, fix hands; for injuries , without mastery, it’s tough.
Truth Department: "Give it a try, it’s your time to prove your skills. You can’t just let them die, right?"
Truth Department: "Exactly, Super Balloon will remember your contribution, citizen, save them!"
Resident: "But the medical fees..."
Good buddy: "Save them first, once rescued, you’ll definitely get them. We just took down an air carriage, Super Balloon won’t skimp on your pay."
Resident rolled his eyes, this bunch is completely immersed in role-playing.
But the money won’t be less; even if they don’t give it, the system will forcibly deduct it from the other party’s account.
Game transactions are usually controlled by programs; it’s hard to pull tricks.
Cheating with counterfeit money is useless.
Drawing fake bills with your hand can’t deceive this era’s electronic eyes and artificial eye scans.
"I’ll give it a go, but you’ll have to find your own way to buy prosthetics. I’ll see what’s missing and give you a list."
"Alright, you’re the boss."
The guys have deep pockets, a full set of prosthetics is just a breeze.
But after getting the list and walking out of the medical department, the three of them were dumbfounded.
"Crap, how are they even alive?"
"Holy hell, so much, is our money even enough?"
Organs, limbs, artificial eyes, muscles were stripped clean, setting up two such sets costs at least thirty or forty thousand...
"Hey, why don’t we try getting some cheap stuff?"
Even among similar-grade prosthetics, there are differences in quality, plus power, attributes, and prices vary; the pricier isn’t always better, nor higher power the best.
But new players don’t get this, even seasoned players are exploring, still needing to consult healthcare experts.
The resident is busy trying to sustain the half-dead, can’t possibly help them now.
"Let’s go find Tutu, I’ve seen this junk collector often post on the official site."
The junk collector’s fame is well-known, even if you don’t play this game, anyone into hardware forums would have heard of him.
As they say, a web café opened opposite a 50-school, for cheap configurations, he’s the one to find.
"Junk collector... Well, alright, let’s rescue first, we can always swap later."
The newbie players are familiar with the tales of the town’s veteran players: saving damsels in distress, clashing with Tiger Claw Gang, resulting in two permanent barmaids, leaving the newbies envious.
Why not snag a couple for ourselves?
Though it seems a bit shabby, since the other side has no face, we’ll customize it.
Moreover, Tutu’s easy to find, just shout in the game channel, with just two or three hundred people total, everyone will be familiar in a couple of days.
"Looking for me? Configurations, sure, sure!"
Hearing someone wanted him for prosthetic setups, Tutu was thrilled.
"You’ve found the right person, I’ll make this one free for you, just report your budget to me, then tell me what type you want."
"That’s power, defense, flexibility, stealth. Tell me what you need and I’ll set it up. Hackers, don’t bother coming to me, go find an instructor for that."
The newbie players had no clue, just scratching their heads in private channel.
"I’ll send you the requirement list first, it’s for two folks about to drop dead, prescribed by the resident."
Seeing the setup list, Tutu exploded.
"What the hell kind of setup is this, you’re trying to piece together two people, aren’t you."
It’s not that nobody thought about it before, it’s just too costly, something current players can’t afford.
"Don’t aim too high, kids, full conversions might be unbearable."
Players don’t feel pain, optimistic, with no psychological burden about prosthetic modifications, allowing them to endure high conversion limits, but overdoing it at once would lead to body coordination issues, stumbling over their own feet.
Good buddy: "We’re trying to save NPCs, not ourselves. Those guys have ridiculously high modification rates, we suspect there’s barely any meat left other than the brain." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⚑fire.net
Truth Department: "Not lying, if I’m lying you’re my kid."
Truth Department: "Those two NPCs got stripped down to stumps, missing a ton of parts, so we’re looking for your help, just make them seem like normal people."