Cast Iron Carnage

I was bleeding out in the neon-soaked gutters of Sector Four, clutching a stolen slab of beast-meat while Enforcer drones fired plasma at my heels. The System had branded me a 'Basic Chef,' a trash class destined to flip synth-burgers for the elites who murdered my brother. But my hot temper hides a very cold, calculating patience. When I finally dragged myself to safety and read the monster's biological data-log before cooking it, a glitch triggered: I permanently absorbed its titanium-rending claws. That was the day the prey became the predator. Alongside Citra, a disgraced spear-wielder who fights just as fiercely as I do, I'm tearing through the Zenith Ascendancy tournament. Beating elite combatants to a pulp with a cast-iron wok was just the start. Now, the System is frantically issuing hotfixes to nerf my existence, and my supposed savior - the wise elder who raised me - is secretly feeding my data to the elites as their lead architect. But they are about to learn a hard lesson. If you can't stand the heat, stay out of my way. Will I devour the System's code before they delete my world?