Inside the robot, there were quite a few processors, but examining some of her hardware, Yushi could only found auxiliary gadgets.

Of course, some parts were so intricate and high-end, sealed up tight, that he didn’t dare mess with them.

But at last, it was clear those weren’t the core processors. Yushi promised.

What he found next were countless tiny, blood vessel-like tubes crisscrossing everywhere inside her.

Tubes were so dense, making the robot looked like a dissected body.

But a lot of the “blood” had drained away, leaving the flesh pale and lifeless.

Could the core processor really be in her head?

As Yushi stitched up the opening, he glanced at her pale, beautiful face, feeling a mix of emotions.

He couldn’t shake the feeling. He was like a grave robber sneaking around at midnight.

Well, these years, nobody really used graves anymore, especially after decades of war—at least, not ordinary folks.

Now, land was too valuable to waste on burying the dead.

Most people either kept the ashes in containers at home or scattered them outside as fertilizer or dust.

Some even opted for public “Columbarium”—renting a tiny drawer-sized spot to store ashes and a few cherished trinkets, visiting occasionally to pay their yearnings.

If luck was on their side, they might find a piece of land outside the city, free from the pesky “Tumbleweeds”, to bury their loved ones. You could go there and remember those who had passed if feel free.

And used the barren surroundings to show your sorrow of the moment.

But during those times, people had to wonder why those pesky garbage guy Tumbleweeds never ventured into those areas.

With a sigh, Yushi put a relatively clean rag over her head, otherwise he’d just feel awkward staring at her.

“Performing surgery on a robot… kind of insane,” he muttered to himself, starting at the back of her head and carefully slicing along the hairline.

The delicate texture of the synthetic skin gave him the eerie sensation of dissecting a real person, almost making him want to stop.

Gently lifting the skin, he revealed the internal skeleton. The shiny metal glimmered, looking much better than the broken metal on the limbs, which were in rough shape.

But then again, maybe that was just because the limbs were so badly damaged that everything else looked good by comparison.

After some fiddling, Yushi managed to remove the outer metal layer from her head.

To his surprise, the interior was pristine, but the emulational blood and brain still sent shivers down his spine.

“What kind of odd company designed this robot? Why make it so lifelike? It’s unnecessary and limits the robot’s flexibility.”

He pondered, shaking his head.

After confirming everything, he tried to connect the robot to the nearby computer.

He searched all over her torso, including the chest, but couldn’t find a single port.

Could it be…?

Was the connection point in that severed arm?

He glanced at the horrifyingly damaged arm, charred in many places. But after some cleaning, he finally spotted the nano-bundles tubes wrapped up in the middle.

“Nano-bundles tubes… high-end stuff. Individually, they’re cheap, but the thickness is just a few nanometers…

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This opening is at least the size of a half coin; it’s got to be worth a thousand worlb.”

Nano-bundles tubes are transmission lines with diameters measured in nanometers.

While the individual tubes are relatively inexpensive, their sheer thinness means you need a ton of them to be a thick tube which was thick as a hair.

These things are only used in precision instruments.

Don’t underestimate these seemingly ordinary transparent tubes. They’re probably the most valuable thing Yushi own.

Yushi shook his head. “Guess I’ll have to sell these later for more money.”

“Beep!”

He connected the data cable to the tube, and the computer next to him emitted a soft sound.

Almost instantly, a swarm of data flooded in, turning the screen a bright green, looking like it had been hacked.

“This speed is way faster than regular robot data displays… I might have got a big treasure,” he chuckled to himself.

Before long, all the data was displayed. Yushi squinted at the last line, which flashed a string of characters.

“Diana… Diana?”

He felt puzzled, tilting his head in thought.

He tried to check other data, but the bright green information was mostly encrypted.

“Is that a code name or a real name? …Whatever, I’ll just brute-force it for now and set myself as the owner.

Oh, and I should probably change her name too, just in case. Don’t want her original owner coming after me.

Let’s call her… Delena. That sounds good.”

His fingers flew over the keyboard, and a small indicator on the top of the computer screen blinked a few times.

Soon, the settings were complete.

“Good thing I’ve seen this kind of encryption system before. I can’t remember where, but I’ve definitely encountered it…”

He mumbled, wanting to dive deeper into the machine’s data files, but soon realized that most of the subsequent files were nearly impossible to crack.

“Who even encrypts files with ancient hieroglyphics?! Aside from knowing this machine is from Tima’s company and has two arms and two legs, I can know nothing about it.”

Another important piece of information was how to activate the machine.

It only needed the “blood” content to meet the body’s requirements to be activated. Once he figured out the blood composition, he could easily replenish it.

But the blood composition chart was also encrypted.

The computer flickered slowly, then beeped repeatedly, displaying a “Crack Fail” popup.

After a moment of contemplation, Yushi sighed and shook his head. Confirming the owner identification system was correct, he unplugged the connection.

“Now that’s something special… Her brain can transmit data normally, but the body can’t move unless I replenish that damn blood.”

Yushi took some of that “blood” again, dripping it into a test tube, and placed it into a nearby rice cooker-like device.

He pressed the switch, and the machine roared to work.

“This old machine can probably only guess some components; about the others… talk about that later”

During this spare time, Yushi checked the connection between the arms and the torso, rummaging through a pile of mechanical parts and pulling out a bundle of nano-bundles tubes.

This machine needed plenty of those tubes for blood transport.

“Crap, so hard to fix. Too many places need to be fixed!”

He let out a breath, pressing the button on an old radio nearby, and soft piano music filled the air.

In this day and age, electronic music and rock were the mainstream, and classical music was nearly extinct.

If there were any discs left, they were sold cheap and in very low quantities, like selling trash.

Of course, in today’s society, hardly anyone made classical instruments anymore; synthetic sounds were just more popular.

This radio station was great, Yushi thought. It was one of the few decent stations left.

“As long as you keep playing piano and violin pieces, we’re good friends.”

After clearing out some old parts, his right arm should be functional now. As for the left arm…

He figured a simple mechanical arm would be enough.

As for the lower body… he’d tackle that later.

At that moment, the pot-like device finished processing, and the data showed up on the computer.

Yushi scanned the results, then stood up and walked over to the chemical storage area.

It was a large metal cabinet tucked in the corner.

He opened the cabinet door, and a mix of strange odors hit him, but Yushi was used to it by now.

The jars varied in size, from large barrels to small vials. Some even had “Death” labels stuck on them.

He grabbed a few cups of liquid, each one a different color, some giving off a sharp smell.

He wondered what would happen if he drank them.

He also took a large empty beaker, measuring out various liquids and tossing in a couple of spoons of black powder, watching as the mixture turned murky and unappealing, resembling a mix of vomit and crude oil.

“This stuff needs to be sealed and heated; otherwise, it won’t blend.”

Holding the beaker, Yushi placed it into another machine that looked like an air fryer.

But he’d never use it to cook food at home; he was sure others felt the same way.

If you wanted to heat food, you’d use the microwave next to it.

The machine whirred as it heated, with a stirrer constantly moving inside.

While that was going on, Yushi checked Delena’s joints again, exploring her body until he found a place around her waist that looked like an oil cap.

“This must be where I inject the blood, right?”

He stared at that spot, noting how lifelike the oil cap looked, just slightly raised, surrounded by decorations that made it stand out even more.

With a gentle push, the cap popped open.

A long tube slid into the slot, quickly sucking out some blood. The blood leaving inside her became less.

Now he was sure.

“Better leave the blood in her body; who knows what important elements might still be there. If I drain it all, I could be in trouble.”

After returning the blood, Yushi yawned and lazily sank back into his computer chair, grabbing a half-eaten can of food from earlier.

The label read “Cod Flavor Tender Meat Cake” from Myfood, with a huge, cute cod fish printed on the front.

But a quick glance at the ingredients revealed the familiar culprits:

Edible mealworm powder and flourbean.