Heavy Object - Volume 16, Chapter 2: We’ve Started Lending Out Weapons >> Technical Analysis Operation in the Hawaii District

Thrown into the chaotic “god Verse,” Ryan Stone awakens a power beyond imagining: the SSS-Tier “Ultimate Infinite Extraction System.” While others struggle with mundane abilities, Ryan can deconstruct anything, from monster corpses to ancient artifacts, even the fading signatures of defeated foes, assimilating their essence to achieve limitless growth.From a desperate survivor in a starting outpost, Ryan’s unique talent propels him to unimaginable heights. He outwits cunning rivals, crushes powerful challengers in Sector-wide scrambles, and seizes control of a god Weaver, becoming a Sector Lord. But as he unravels the secrets of the lost Precursors and the cataclysmic Reality Schism that shattered their universe, his system evolves, granting him the power not just to extract, but to impose his will on reality itself.

It’s a story that happened long, long ago, in a continent far, far away, about gods and mortals, sword and magic, war and peace, and of course love and hatred.

Amon was a poor miner’s son in a remote town in the kingdom of Hittite. Along with the discovery of a marvelous gem, his fate was changed. People on this land called it Gods’ Tear. But wait, what were the gods? It was said that the gods created the world. Then who created the gods?

Forced by the tantalizing fate, Amon had to struggle to find out the truth behind this world of magic and gods……

The true daughter of the Everett Family, who wandered in the countryside for eighteen years, Lynn has returned. Everyone says she is a rural bumpkin with no talent or virtue, and crude beyond compare.However, she accidentally drops her aliases one by one—The Phantom Hand, top hacker, genius designer, Alliance Hierarch of The Netherworld Syndicate, and others—causing their faces to be slapped resoundingly.She is further spoiled by her wealthy parents and five influential brothers, and also cradled by Imperia's “The Living Reaper,” a man feared by everyone, who holds her in his arms and pampers her.“My little friend is timid, so don't frighten her,” he warns.Everyone: “...”

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.