"Mmm~!!" Charles, his expression twisted, clenched his teeth and yanked with all his strength.
The steel prosthetic, stuck to his flesh and blood, was casually thrown to the ground by Charles.
"Captain, why even tear off the prosthetic? So much time has passed, there shouldn't be any problem now."
The naked Deep gazed distressfully at the mechanical feet laid before him; without legs, he could only kneel on the ground.
Charles shook his head slightly. "No, it's not safe. Nobody knows what our prosthetics will turn into, what the side effects might be. Keeping these things on us is just too risky. Aside from the relics we originally possess, everything else has to go."
"Ugh~!!" A crew member beside him dug his fingers into his throat and violently vomited out the food he had just eaten.
Since anything could become a relic, the food they had consumed was also not safe to keep.
