"GRNN~!!" His expression twisted, Charles clenched his teeth and yanked with all his might. The steel Prosthetic, still slick with blood and flesh, was casually tossed to the ground.
"Captain, why did you even tear off the Prosthetic? So much time has passed, there shouldn't be any problem by now." Deep, completely naked, gazed distressedly at the mechanical feet laid before him. Without his legs, he could only kneel on the ground.
Charles shook his head. "No, we can't. We don't know what our Prosthetics have become, or what their side effects are. Keeping these things on us is just too risky. Aside from the relics we already own, everything else has to go."
"BLEAGH~!!" A nearby crewman stuck his fingers down his throat, violently vomiting out the food he had just eaten. Since anything could have turned into a relic, the food in their stomachs couldn't be kept either.
