Four days later, the Gear Hotel will be left with nothing but a group of fully transformed mechanical creatures.
"Is there any chance the Flesh Curse can be cured?"
Earth Wolf Twelve lit a cigar, the smell of nicotine helping him focus a bit more.
In the meeting room were all the mechanical doctors he could gather, who had crashed with the fallen flying vehicle and eventually had to seek help at the Gear Hotel.
After posing the question, Earth Wolf Twelve cursed inwardly.
The situation was just like those zombie movies he had seen, and he was playing the role of those useless superiors in the movies, asking equally useless questions.
The doctors' answer was as expected, "No, we can only delay it, but the prerequisite is that the patient no longer actively uses mechanical energy, nor do they get affected by external energy sources."
Those mutated insects were the external energy sources.
