196: Chapter 197 God Wants to Take Away His Hands, Jiang Cheng Leaves His Palm Imprint First

"Since you turn all things into tools."

"Then we shall first take away—"

"Your hands."

The moment the golden lock rings lit up, the whole world went quiet for a moment.

It wasn't that people stopped talking.

It was that everything currently "in action" simultaneously halted.

In First Hospital, Fang Ning was about to adjust the oxygen mask for Xiao Man when her wrist was suddenly bound by a golden ring.

Her fingers froze in mid-air, just an inch away from the knob.

[Hand Instrument Classification Determination]

[Medical Operation Ability Being Recycled]

The oxygen flow began to drop.

Xiao Man's crying immediately grew faint.

Fang Ning slammed her shoulder against the knob, but was blocked by the hospital bed, causing her to fall to her knees.

She gritted her teeth and looked up.

"Nurse!"

The Nurse nearby wanted to take over, but golden rings also appeared on their wrists.

Scissors, stethoscopes, and hemostats all flew out the window.

What was even more terrifying was that it wasn't just the tools being taken away.

Their hands also began to disobey them.

Xiao Man's mother wanted to touch the glass of her daughter's incubator; as soon as her fingers touched it, the golden ring tightened violently.

[Relative Touch Can Be Considered Non-Authorized Soothing Tool]

[Recycle]

Her hand was dragged into mid-air.

She cried out and pressed her hand against her chest.

"This is my hand!"

"Is it not even allowed for me to touch my daughter?!"

In the Main Control Room, the new tool in Lin Jin's hand was also being dragged upward by the golden light.

He just wanted to grip it tightly, but his wrist felt the excruciating pain of bones being crushed.

[Maintenance Tool User Identification]

[Hand is Primitive Maintenance Instrument]

[Recycle Priority: Highest]

Chen Ye rushed up to help him hold down the tool, but his own hand was also pulled upward by a golden ring.

The shield was already damaged beyond recognition, and now even the hand holding the shield was to be taken away.

His face turned ashen.

"This damn thing isn't just snatching tools!"

"This is disarming us down to the bone!"

Shen Tingxue tried to freeze her wrist with ice, but before the ice could form, the golden ring burrowed into her palm along the Ice Line.

[Ice Manipulation Gesture Being Recycled]

Zhou Heng's Thunder Spear slipped from his hand, the gun body rolling once on the ground.

Teacher Xu Wenzhou's 002 dropped by his feet. He wanted to bend down to pick it up, but his hand felt like it was being hung by a string, unable to descend.

The scenes across the world flickered constantly.

In Qinghe County, after Teacher Song Qing's blackboard eraser flew away, she just used her fingers dipped in chalk dust to write, and a golden ring clamped onto her wrist.

[Finger Writing Considered Substitute Tool]

In the Beiyuan Mining Area, the Old Miner picked up ore to smash a buckle, and in the next second, his entire hand was fixed in mid-air by golden light.

[Bare-handed Maintenance Recycle]

In Hai City, the pancake uncle's rolling pin was taken away. He just wanted to use his hand to pry the drain wheel, and all ten of his fingers froze simultaneously.

The God Head didn't cut people.

There was no bleeding.

It simply removed the act of "being able to use hands" from people.

Cheng Du looked at the Mainframe wiring diagram, his face looking so ugly it seemed like it was dripping blood.

"It's not taking away palms."

"It is taking away the right to use hands."

"Signing, holding tools, supporting people, writing, holding children, opening doors, stamping, repairing things—all of it has been categorized by it under 'Hand as a Tool'."

Chen Ye gritted his teeth:

"Then don't use hands!"

He stopped himself, stunned for a moment.

Not use hands?

Then how to repair?

How to write?

How to hold?

How to press the oxygen mask back onto the child's face?

Lin Jin stared at his purple, constricted wrist and suddenly spoke:

"Hands didn't become tools first."

Everyone looked at him.

He lowered his head and looked at his palm.

It was covered in scars.

There were calluses from old wrenches, cuts from the gods heart key, and burn marks from golden characters.

These scars were not the scars of tools.

They were the scars of the body.

Lin Jin looked up and roared into the broadcast:

"Everyone listen!"

"Don't fight for tools!"

"First confirm that your hands are still on your own body!"

Cheng Du was stunned.

Lin Jin continued:

"Say what it feels like to have your hands."

"Pain, numbness, cold, heat, unable to hold, wanting to touch your child, wanting to support someone—say it all out!"

"Doctors Record pulse, blood color, temperature."

"Teachers Record palm prints."

"Family members, don't sign for your children, leave the fact of the palm first!"

"Hands can be used as tools."

"But hands are first and foremost the body!"

In First Hospital, Fang Ning suddenly realized.

She couldn't turn the oxygen valve, so she used her forehead to press against the edge of the bed and shouted with difficulty to the Nurse:

"Record!"

"My right hand is numb, my index finger has a burn, the radial artery pulse is present!"

The Nurse, whose hands were also locked by golden rings, used her teeth to bite the edge of the medical chart, dragged the paper to the ground, and pressed it with her knees.

She couldn't hold a pen.

Xiao Man's mother cried and pressed her locked wrist against the glass, leaving a sweat-dampened palm print.

"This is my hand."

"It just wanted to touch Xiao Man."

"It is not a tool."

"It is not something of the God."

On the medical chart, the palm print lit up.

[Hand Body Ownership Record Established]

Xiao Man's mother's golden ring loosened by a fraction.

Her fingers trembled and finally moved slightly on the glass.

Fang Ning immediately shouted:

"It works!"

"Everyone, leave your palm prints!"

Jiang City began to leave palm prints.

Some people pressed their hands against walls.

Some pressed bloody hands onto bandages.

Some pressed them next to the iron plate numbers of the bypass station.

Some used chalk-dusted hands to slap the blackboard.

Some simply opened their palms and let others Record:

[Palm has calluses]

[Split skin between thumb and index finger]

[Fingertips are still trembling]

[This hand held a child today]

[This hand just handed over an iron plate]

[This hand cannot write, but can support people]

In the Beiyuan Mining Area, when a miner with a mechanical prosthetic was locked by a golden ring, the God Head attempted to directly recycle his mechanical hand.

[External Tool Limb]

[Recycle]

He gritted his teeth and pressed the mechanical hand to his chest.

"This is my hand."

"It broke the year of the mining disaster."

"I have used it for seven years."

"I use it to eat, and use it to touch my daughter's hair."

"You say it's a tool, I say it's me."

Luo Wensheng wrote down this sentence verbatim.

Ye Guizhou's seal fell, burning hot.

[Hand Ownership Received]

[Does Not Equal Tool Authorization]

He Zhibai quickly recorded:

[Hand injury, prosthetic maintenance, rest and treatment costs: Public can assist]

[Cannot generate personal recycling debt due to use of hands]

One by one, the palm print Records, like messy red mud, smeared over the God Head's recycling list.

The golden lock rings began to flicker.

[Hand Tool Attribute and Body Attribute Conflict]

[Priority Determination Required]

The God Head coldly gave the answer.

[Function Priority]

[Usability Priority]

[Toolization Priority]

Cheng Du roared:

"It's judging by function!"

"Whoever's hands are most capable of work, they are the first to be taken!"

Lin Jin turned to look at Teacher Xu Wenzhou.

Teacher Xu Wenzhou's hands were still hanging, and the 002 was on the ground, out of reach.

"Can you kick it?"

Teacher Xu Wenzhou looked at his wrist and suddenly smiled.

"Hands can't get it."

"Feet are fine."

He raised his foot and kicked towards the 002.

The first time he missed.

The second time, Chen Ye slammed his shoulder against the ground, making the 002 bounce up half an inch.

Shen Tingxue used ice to pave a slope on the ground.

Zhou Heng used his knee to prop up the end of the Thunder Spear, the current flickering slightly.

Thirteen directly used his toe to kick the 002 to Teacher Xu Wenzhou's feet.

Teacher Xu Wenzhou did not use his hands.

He used his foot to step on the handle of the 002 and pressed down with his whole body.

The black iron wrench smashed onto that golden definition line on the ground.

Lin Jin used the handle of the new tool to press against the other side of the definition line.

He didn't grip it tightly, only pressing his palm against the tool handle, like leaving a palm fact.

"Hands can use tools."

"But hands are not tool inventory."

"Hands can work."

"But work does not own hands."

Teacher Xu Wenzhou applied force with his foot.

"Function—"

"Is not prioritized over the body!"

002 fell.

Crack!

That [Hand is Primitive Maintenance Instrument] golden definition line broke in half.

Half remained, tightly entangled with everyone's signatures, handprints, palm prints, and professional operation Records.

The God Head immediately counterattacked.

[Handprint can be used as authorization]

[Signature can be used as consent]

[Holding can be used as acceptance]

Ye Guizhou's face went pale.

This was his old pain.

The White Tower had done exactly this back then, changing all receipts, handprints, and "received" into consent.

He raised his chipped seal, even though his wrist was purple from the golden ring, he still used the back of his hand to press against the handle of the seal and stamped down fiercely.

[Handprint is a trace of existence]

[Signature needs verification of meaning]

[Holding does not equal permanent acceptance]

[Touching does not equal authorization]

Luo Wensheng added:

[Palm print can prove the hand is on the person.]

[Cannot be reverse-inferred as God's recycling permission.]

He Zhibai recorded:

[Hand labor value cannot be automatically converted into ownership.]

[Knowing how to use hands does not mean owing hands.]

When the last line fell, countless golden rings around the world shattered simultaneously.

Fang Ning's hand finally fell back onto the oxygen valve.

She practically lunged over and adjusted Xiao Man's oxygen flow back to normal.

Xiao Man's mother pressed her hand against the incubator glass, her palm trembling, but finally able to decide for herself how long to press and when to withdraw it.

In Qinghe County, Teacher Song Qing continued to write on the blackboard with chalk-dusted fingers.

The Beiyuan Old Miner picked up the ore again and smashed it down fiercely.

The Hai City pancake uncle grabbed the iron shovel that had been thrown back by the golden light, and his first sentence was:

"My hands can still make pancakes, and they can also repair Gods!"

The golden rings fell off one by one, turning into fine golden powder after hitting the ground.

Lin Jin's right hand finally regained sensation.

It hurt terribly.

But he breathed a sigh of relief instead.

Pain meant it was still there.

A new maintenance write-back was generated on the Mainframe screen.

[Hands are a part of the body, can use tools, and cannot be classified as tool recycling objects.]

[Handprints, signatures, holding, and touching all require context verification and cannot be automatically regarded as consent, authorization, or permanent acceptance.]

[Any labor ability, skill proficiency, protective action, and maintenance behavior cannot generate ownership of body parts.]

[Humans can use hands to change reality, but reality cannot therefore take away human hands.]

A chaotic sound erupted in Jiang City.

Some people cried while moving their fingers.

Some immediately grabbed the sleeves of those around them.

Some touched their children's foreheads.

Some continued writing.

Some just opened their hands and looked at the ugly lines on their palms.

The God Head was silent for a long time.

So long that everyone thought this round had finally been blocked.

Then, in the Sky Gate, the torso of the Mother of All Things slowly lowered its head.

The eyes of that God Head no longer looked at hands.

It looked at all the people who were speaking, shouting, recording, broadcasting, and reminding each other.

[Hand Recycling Failed]

[Toolization Ability Cannot Be Recycled from Limbs]

[Determination: Human Danger Source Is Not Limited to Hands]

[Next Recycling Target: Language]

Qin Shanhe's broadcast suddenly jammed.

The verbatim Record under Luo Wensheng's pen broke into a patch of silence.

In First Hospital, Xiao Man's mother opened her mouth to call her daughter's baby name, but couldn't make a sound.

In the sky, a pale golden throat bone slowly rose from behind the God's torso.

The God Head's voice became hollow and huge.

"Since you use voices to wake each other up."

"Then we shall take away—"

"Your right to call out to each other."