So I'm a sheep.

When his wife passed away and his young daughter refused to accept reality and threatened to die, he performed brain surgery on Angie.

From then on, my daughter's life returned to normal.

Solve problems in the simplest way possible—that's my life experience.

"Hello"

However, the girl's next reaction was beyond Philip's expectations.

She ran up to a blind bounty hunter and politely asked, "Could you tell me the truth about bounty hunting? I'd really like to get into it."

"Want to get into this industry? Haha, you're really out of your mind."

"We don't know what tomorrow will bring, and even if we become disabled, we can't stop."

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The blind bounty hunter mentioned novel terms such as cybernetics and artificial organs.

Saya listened attentively, occasionally throwing out a few questions.

"Why not save up some money and then change careers?"

"You seem to have little sense of pride in your profession."

How do the people around you view your profession?

The girl wasn't frightened to tears by his dejected and chilling words; instead, her series of questions annoyed the blind man to no end.

"Philip, Philip!"

"Pull your daughter away right now, or I'm going to beat someone up!"

"If she were really my lovely daughter, I would have punched you so hard your face would be covered in bruises long ago."

Philip pursed his lips: "I'll give you a 10% discount today."

The blind man whistled, "I bet she's your illegitimate daughter."

"Dry!"

The girl's day trip to the mechanical workshop broadened her horizons. She saw a priest install new eyes on a blind man, modify a bounty hunter's left arm, and replace and repair parts for many people's prosthetic bodies.

Inside the SUV, when Philip asked Saya how she felt, she imitated Angie's tone and loudly exclaimed, "Cool!"

"What's wrong with you, you little rascal?" Philip said, speechless.

"That's it, that's the prosthetic body modification!"

The girl clenched her fist: "Can I have a prosthetic body?"

"what?"

"Watching you perform surgery today, I heard my own inner voice again."

"Yes, cybernetic enhancements are amazing! This is exactly what I wanted!"

Philip's lips twitched: "Do you want to be a bounty hunter, or do you want to get your body cybernetically enhanced?"

"I'll make money as a bounty hunter, and then I'll come to you, Uncle, for prosthetic surgery!"

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Unexpectedly, instead of dispelling the little one's idea, it gave her a new one.

Philip drove in silence, and after a day of observation, his thoughts began to change.

'It seems like they really want to go down that path.'

At least, seeing the horrific state of those bounty hunters didn't shake her resolve.

"Uncle Philip, may I use your study?"

"Ok?"

He answered absentmindedly, but then the girl said, "Uncle, there seem to be a lot of professional books in your study. I'd like to study them."

Unable to hold back, the mechanical priest burst out laughing.

"Saya, can you read?"

“Anqi taught me, and now I recognize many words.”

The girl's words surprised Philip. He thought for a moment and said, "Even if you can read, you won't understand it. There's a lot of professional knowledge in it."

"Besides, if you want to be a bounty hunter, you don't need to learn anything about mechanics."

All you need to know is how to use a gun, how to create traps, and how to use an axe or chainsaw to kill those mutated creatures.

What books should I read?

"I've seen many bounty hunters have their damaged prosthetics repaired by you, Uncle."

That's right.

"But I think that if I undergo prosthetic modification in the future, then the prosthetic body will become a part of myself."

"If I get injured or sick, I have to find a way to solve it myself. It's not always possible for you, Uncle, to come and save me."

As she said this, the girl was thinking of her past when she had a fever and was lying in a garbage dump waiting to die.

"Your idea is usually something that people with more than 50% cybernetic implants would have."

Philip gave the girl a strange look and decided to give her a chance.

"Since you are not intimidated by what you have seen today, I will concede your determination."

“I will spend twenty minutes guiding you every night. If you learn well, we will continue; if not, don’t waste your time.”

"uncle......"

"what?"

"You're such a good person!"

Well, he's a good person.

Only you, Lacey, and Angie have said this. Others either curse me as a vampire or simply call me a cold-blooded creature.

Philip was inexplicably pleased; it felt quite nice to be thanked.

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Saya cherished this opportunity and did her best to learn from Philip.

Two months later, the mechanical priest said the little guy had some talent and could continue.

Saya was overjoyed, and Angie was happy for her friend as well.

Ms. Lacey was the only one who complained a little, because Philip had instructed her to do her own housework as much as possible from now on, so as not to disturb Saya's studies.

"Just focus on your work. Do you think Mr. Philip and Miss Angie will mistreat you in the future?"

'Honestly, why can't they just stay quiet?'

Ms. Lacey thought the little guy was just making trouble for no reason, but three years later, the restless Saya surprised her.

Because she officially became Father Philip's assistant!

Volume 1: Chapter 734 Prosthetic Body

Saya, sixteen years old.

Assistant to the mechanical priest and a cybernetic engineer.

The girl's right pinky finger has been slightly modified, and now she can use it to break locks and trespass, or to punch a hole in the head of a flirtatious bounty hunter.

What is it like to become a cybernetic user?

Excitement, regret, or...?

Holding a small notebook, Philip finally began to complete the postoperative records after five months.

"I was quite excited at first, but now I feel at ease."

With a nimble twist of her little finger, the girl smiled and said, "This is just the first step. In the future, when I make money, I will continue to improve my prosthetic body."

"What were the considerations behind this?"

The mechanical priest asked, "Does cybernetics give you a sense of power and a strong sense of superiority over ordinary people?"

"Uncle, I suggest you improve your communication skills. Asking questions like that will discourage many people from opening up to you," the girl sincerely advised.

Philip rolled his eyes at her: "You're my assistant, I don't need you to tell me how to do things."

"Now, answer my question."

"I don't feel a strong sense of superiority yet, after all, it's just a modification to my right little finger."

"As for why I want to continue to increase the level of cybernetics... I can only say that I want to do it, cybernetics makes me happy."

Philip nodded, then suggested, "I recommend you see a psychologist; I'll cover the costs."

"???"

This is a classic case of prosthetic syndrome.

The mechanical priest said with a serious expression, "Every percentage point increase in cybernetics brings me boundless pleasure."

"It's not because continuing to use cybernetic implants would bring much convenience, it's purely because doing so makes me happy."

"Saya, you're quite ill."

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“I am in good mental condition, so there is no need for you, Uncle, to worry about me.”

The girl complained, "After asking so many questions, why don't you ask me if this finger is even working properly?"

"It's an obvious question, asking it is a waste of time."

Philip smiled confidently and closed his notebook.

"Someone needs a left leg transplant today, you'll be my assistant."

Upon hearing this, the girl instantly showed excitement and nervousness.