Heavy Metal Heretic

I was busy raiding the shrimp buffet at my own engagement party when my fiancée’s high-born family publicly annulled our marriage. My crime? Awakening as a 'Librarian' - the lowest-tier support class in the Jal-Dhar Enclave, capable of nothing but reading the biomechanical blueprints of the dread-beasts hunting humanity. But while the elite mocked me for being a glorified encyclopedia, they missed the fine print of my System. Once I read a beast’s structural lore, I can use my 'Archive Maintenance' skill to rip apart its metallic carcass and fuse the scrap directly to my own spine. I'm infinitely scaling my body with alien titanium. When a city-shattering orbital meteor threatens to wipe out the very people who laughed at me, I don't run. I punch the sky and assimilate the apocalypse. But instead of a hero's welcome, the media brands me a demon practicing forbidden biomech-arts. Worse, Master Tarak, the wise elder who offered me sanctuary, is looking at my upgraded body with a very sinister hunger. Will I live long enough to punch him into scrap, too?