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Mechanical Alchemist

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!

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Chapter 133: The True Identity of the Original Owner

Su Lun didn't pay attention to Number 19, who was paralyzed on the ground with both arms broken, he quickly walked to the corpse of the abomination, then reattached the abomination's pumpkin-sized head back onto the headless body, and started stitching it up quickly with surgical sutures.

Once connected, the wounds on the corpse's neck began to heal.

There was no need for fine stitching skills, as the body's strong healing ability would automatically and correctly reconnect the severed nerves, blood vessels, and other tissues.

Seeing this, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

The "Zombie Research Journal" contained detailed experimental records; post-transformation with "X serum," human bodies possessed extremely high cellular activity, typically maintaining vitality in body cells and nerves for a long period even after death. Only when biological energy was exhausted, with no circulation to supply energy, would they completely die.