"Here we come!", "Good morning!", "Are you late today?"
As soon as he pushed his bicycle into the Mortima Market, Bloom, the knife sharpener, was greeted by warm greetings from the vendors.
—Bloom is over forty, considered a long-lived person in the local area. He wears a coarse cloth coat full of patches, and his skin is dark, as if it is rust that cannot be washed away.
"Come on, come on." Bloom responded with a smile, occasionally complimenting: "Today's food is good, juicy."
Modima Market is like many small town markets.
It’s small, crowded, cramped, but also lively.
Not a single piece of the floor paved with stone slabs is complete, broken, cracked, new, old, and so on.
Farmers who came from outside the city brought fruits, vegetables, mud and livestock manure.
In fact, the past two years have been pretty good. Two years ago, when bicycles didn’t appear, who among the sellers wouldn’t be a person carrying a horse and a camel
This man can control his lower body, but this beast can't!
Entering the market, it was like entering a latrine, the stench was overwhelming.
Strangely enough, at that time, Bloom didn't feel dirty at all, or in other words, he never thought about it.
After all, where is this not true
Even in front of the door of an aristocratic gentleman, you can often see a big pile of horse manure, and a knowledgeable person can smell whether eggs have been added to the fodder from the smell.
What now
Bloom was disgusted by the sight of feces.
Fortunately, there is less manure, and the competition for digging out the night scent is greater. Generally, not long after these animals are pulled out, someone collects the manure and composts it, so the impact is not big.
Amidst a wave of greetings, Bloom arrived at the old place.
This is a corner of the market. Generally, no stall owners are willing to set up stalls here. Only Bloom, who relies on repeat customers, likes it here.
When he got there, he set up his bicycle.
His bike is very special.
There are few to be found in the entire city.
On his back seat was a whetstone turntable, which was connected in series to the rear tire with a thick cloth strap.
As long as the rear wheel is suspended in the air and the pedal is gently pushed, the whetstone wheel will immediately spin like flying, sharpening the knife quickly and effortlessly.
This was not Bloom's idea.
He saw it on the Internet and thought it was interesting, so he started to modify it.
At that time, not long after he transformed it, there were more competitors in the market.
Because sharpening the knife was labor-saving and easy, the price was very cheap, which attracted many people, forcing Bloom to also lower the price.
Fortunately, Bloom is an old man in this industry, with connections and good skills.
Not long after, the competitors left. I heard that Chuanxiang had gone to sharpen his skills. Only he stayed and continued to serve old customers all over the city.
In Bloom's words: 'The guy can only deceive strangers, and when he comes back the next time, there will be no one to sharpen his knife. '
Yes, in Bloom's view, knife sharpening is a technical job.
There are many little tips in it that he never tells others.
For example, if the customer is right-handed, the right side of the blade must be sharpened horizontally and the left side of the blade vertically, and vice versa.
When encountering local kitchen knives, they only sharpen the blade, not the body, to prevent rust and last a long time.
If you encounter mercenaries and the like, you have to grind them all, sell them well, and make sure they come back next time.
As soon as he came out of the stall, a crowd of people gathered in front of the knife sharpener Bloom's car - everyone liked to chat and chat in this spacious place.
"Hey, Bloom, why haven't you had your hands repaired yet?" The barber next to him, who was out of business, came over with a surprised look on his face.
His voice attracted the attention of many people around him.
"Forget it, as soon as I collected enough money, the organ printing will be gone!" Bloom couldn't help but sigh again: "Oh, this is life!"
—Bloom’s left hand was hit by a heavy object when he was young. Because he had no money for medical treatment, it became deformed. The fingers were turned out and overlapped on the second knuckle, which looked like a bear’s paw. At first glance, it looked very strange. Infiltrate people.
"What the hell? Are the organs printed out?" The barber looked surprised.
"When did it disappear? Why didn't I know?" Some people also exclaimed.
"You don't know yet?" A middle-aged man next to him looked surprised.
"I do not know?"
The barber looked confused. He didn't need organ printing, so naturally he didn't pay much attention. He just knew that there was such a thing.
"I read on the news that the God of Transformation betrayed the God of the Internet, and organ printing is the authority of the God of Transformation!" said the middle-aged man.
"Ah?" The barber was surprised.
"Don't you know? The God of the Internet is merciful and takes pity on us, so he formed an alliance with the God of Transformation. Who would have thought that this little god would not be satisfied after joining the God of the Internet, and would betray him? No, the organ The printing is gone, alas!”
An old man leaned forward and cursed the God of Transformation in a mysterious and low voice.
Other idle men also joined in and discussed in lowered voices.
To an uninitiated person, one would think that one of the widows is being chatted with!
"No, you said this God of Transformation is really bad. What do you call this? It's called harming others without benefiting oneself!"
"That's the truth!"
"The God of the Internet is merciful, but it's a pity that he doesn't know people well and met the God of Transformation."
"I heard that the God of Transformation used to be the God of Appraisal. He betrayed him because the God of the Internet robbed him of his godhead!" Someone started chatting about the legend.
"What the hell, what are you looking at? Rumors on the dark web, right? If the God of the Internet really robbed him, would he still cooperate? It's impossible even to think about."
"No! There is no God of the Internet. Does the God of Transformation have organ printing? Does the God of Transformation have universal printing? No! I think the God of Transformation is too bad and only keeps good things in his hands. It is the God of the Internet who is benevolent. He couldn't bear everyone's suffering, so he helped everyone. The God of Transformation was unhappy when he saw this, so he betrayed us."
"So this is ah!"
A group of idle men chattered about the disputes and conflicts between the gods, and the atmosphere gradually became heated.
However, Bloom, who was among them, had a sad expression on his face, and he simply hated the God of Transformation in his heart.
"Don't be sad, organ printing might come back soon."
The barber noticed Bloom's sadness and comforted him apologetically.
"It's okay. I've been doing this for most of my life, and it doesn't affect my life." Bloom smiled, not caring at all.
In fact, does he really not care
This is obviously impossible.
In fact, when [organ printing] came out, he had collected enough money, but it happened that his grandson was sick and spent some.
When he made up for it, unexpectedly [Organ Printing] was offline.
All I can say is, this is life!
"All the gods in the sky are very selfish, arrogant, and treat us like beasts. Only the God of the Internet is a really good God. He thinks about everything for us! Don't worry, Bloom, the God of the Internet is powerful, the God of Transformation. If he dares to betray, I think he won’t survive for a few days, [Organ Printing] will definitely appear again.”
A greasy middle-aged man spoke.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him suddenly exclaimed.
"Hey, look, [organ printing] has become [prosthetic modification]. What does this mean?"
"Let me see!"
"Look, it seems like organs can be printed again."
The crowd suddenly started talking.
It turns out that when we talked about organ printing, someone curiously opened the Internet to check it out. Unexpectedly, they saw [Prosthetic Modification]!
"Bloom, why don't you try?"
"Yeah, didn't you say you have money? Give it a try and don't disappear again."
The crowd became curious and encouraged Bloom even more.
"This... is also good!"
Bloom gritted his teeth and decided to cure his deformed right hand.
In the eyes of everyone watching, he clicked on [Prosthetic Modification] and was about to pay the Internet currency, but [Prosthetic Modification] suddenly reminded him that he needed to go to an open area far away from the city.
"Stay away from the city? What does this mean?" The onlookers looked confused.
"Not sure."
While everyone was talking, Bloom suddenly gritted his teeth and packed up the stall he had just opened.
"I'll go out and try," Bloom said.
"Hey, I'll go take a look too." A group of idle men couldn't restrain their curiosity and started shouting.
A dirty and messy place like the market, in Mortima's plan, was originally on the edge of the city, so to speak, it was right against the city wall, so it was not troublesome to get out of the city.
Seeing many people clamoring to go out and take a look, Bloom simply asked an acquaintance nearby to help look at the bicycles, and then hurried away.
A group of idle men gathered behind him.
Such a large group of people immediately attracted a wave of meddlesome people, and even children who liked to watch the fun.
This person led others, accidentally triggering a herd effect, and took half of the people out of the market.
When they left the city, they even shocked the city guards, who thought they were going to rebel!
In an open space not far outside the city, Bloom followed the request, walked away from the crowd alone, and applied for prosthetic modification.
After a ray of light emitted from the virtual screen swept across his right hand, the scene fell silent.
Everyone subconsciously held their breath, waiting for a miracle to happen.
However, as time passed, Bloom's right hand showed no reaction at all.
"What's going on?"
"What's wrong?"
"Hey, Bloom, did you leave your right hand uncut? I've seen organ printing online. It seems like you have to cut off the limbs that need to be printed."
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. This is prosthetic modification, no need to cut off limbs."
"Then why hasn't there been any movement?"
"It's not a lie, is it?"
The crowd started talking, and at a certain moment, a child suddenly exclaimed.
"Look, heaven!"
Everyone looked up subconsciously.
I saw a dazzling meteor, making a harsh sound, passing through the sky, and hitting Bloom in front of Bloom with a "whoosh" sound.
-This is a hemispherical object the size of a skull.
"Space-based weapons?" someone exclaimed!
"The space-based weapon looks like a dragon gun. Isn't this a space-based weapon?"
"Who said space-based weapons must look like dragon guns?"
Before the crowd could argue, the hemispherical object suddenly opened, interrupting the crowd's debate.
Under everyone's curious eyes, a ball of black liquid flowed out from the hemispherical object and flew towards Bloom.
[Prosthetic modification is about to take place, please do not move and keep plenty of space around your body!]
A sweet female voice sounded in the ears of Bloom, the knife sharpener.
This made him freeze up and dare not move at will.
In the stalemate, the black liquid rose up in the air, like a thin black snake, wrapping around his right hand.
[Surgical transformation is about to take place. This process will not cause any discomfort, so please do not panic!]
When the prompt sounded, the thin black snake wrapped around his finger, and a blade seemed to grow out of it, cutting off Bloom's finger in an instant.
"ah-"
Countless people exclaimed.
Before everyone could start to panic, the thin black snake instantly blocked the severed finger without any blood flowing out. After a burst of twisting and deformation, it turned into a brand new hand.
"It's grown!"
"Oh My God!"
Onlookers flocked over, including some naughty children who curiously reached out and poked Bloom's prosthetic leg.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Bloom raised his right hand and looked at the new prosthetic limb.
The prosthetic arm was the same color as his skin, dark and wrinkled, and looked like a real arm.
It's just that the nails are very round, revealing the fact that they are prosthetic limbs.
"how do you feel?"
"is this real?"
The busybody asked curiously.
"It feels... like it's real!"
Bloom clenched and unclenched his fists in disbelief, and suddenly covered his face, unable to hold back tears.
His right hand, which he had lost for more than ten years, actually grew back!
At this moment, it wasn't just Bloom who was caught in the excitement
Countless disabled people who lamented the end of [organ printing] are excited and ecstatic because of the emergence of prosthetic modifications.
Only when you lose can you know how valuable it is to have.
Although organ printing is a bit expensive, many people simply don’t have enough points, magic power, or Internet coins for a while, so they can’t even talk about owning it.
But it is a hope after all.
Where there is hope, there is motivation.
However, the betrayal of the God of Transformation shattered their yearning for a better life, and the despair in their hearts was even stronger than before organ printing came online!
Many people hate the God of Transformation because of this.
But no one expected that within a few days, the God of the Internet would launch a replacement product.
This is incredible!
Isn’t it agreed that authority is unique
For a time, the impression that the God of the Internet is omnipotent took root in the hearts of countless believers!
In fact, not to mention the people of the multiverse, even the gods were stunned.
At this time, at the headquarters of the temples, the gods had already checked the [Prosthetic Limb Transformation] through the puppet clones.
"Is this a magic puppet?"
"No, I can't feel the breath of the magic puppet."
"Even a magic puppet cannot achieve this level of flexibility, and it is difficult for civilians with no power to control it."
The gods sent their projections one after another to obtain the mysterious black liquid, but after studying it for a long time, they found nothing.
It cannot be controlled, has no magical aura, and looks like a dead object, but it can perfectly fit the severed limbs and use fingers like an arm.
The gloating Poseidon was even more dumbfounded.
I never expected that the God of the Internet would use this method to replace [organ printing] or even [universal printing].
Yes, in addition to prosthetic modification, the Internet has also updated [nano printing].
The use process is similar to prosthetic modification.
Although nanoprinting can print things, it is obviously less than universal printing.
For example, some magic materials cannot be printed at all, but it is still enough to fill the gap left by the universal print exit.
"If I'm not mistaken, Wadsworth has surrendered to you, right?"
In the confused eyes of the gods, Yu Sheng'an looked at the Poseidon with a thoughtful expression and said:
"Wadsworth's authority can transform any energy into any other energy, so if I guess correctly, you will definitely imitate my magic bank, soul bank, and even go online to do battle energy bank, right?"
Yu Sheng'an's words made Star God narrow his eyes.
These are the gifts he intends to give to the Gods of the Internet.
He didn't expect that the God of the Internet would take the initiative to expose it!
That’s right, the God of the Internet is so wise that it’s not surprising that he guessed this!
"So what?"
Poseidon raised his head slightly with a provocative look on his face.
"Go back and tell Wadsworth that betraying me will be the biggest mistake he has ever made in his life! Do you really think you can surpass me by copying my functions? It's just a dream!"