62: Chapter 62: Old Geezer, Embrace Death!
(Happy New Year/Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote) 62: Chapter 62: Old Geezer, Embrace Death!
(Happy New Year/Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote) “Old geezer, stop hiding, I’ve found you.”
In the darkness, the chanically Modified Person moved his nose slightly, his olfactory sensors indicating the presence of the scent of fresh blood.
Unfortunately, his Auxiliary Computing Chip wasn’t advanced enough to deduce the old geezer’s movent trajectory from the existing traces.
But he was able to make up for this shortcoming with his own rich experience and keen sense of sll.
Step by step, he followed the bloodstains toward the alley around the corner.
Thud—Thud—Thud—
The chanical legs made a dull sound as they struck the ground.
Finally, he reached the corner, but he did not rush out imdiately.
He slowly raised his right hand, where one might expect to find a hand, a huge chainsaw was instead installed, and connected to this chainsaw was a chanized arm.
Whirr—
This was the shrill scream of the chainsaw spinning.
“I’ve found you!”
He charged out fiercely, the wildly spinning chainsaw plunging down vertically, striking the blood-stained concrete.
Fragnted chunks of concrete scattered in all directions, hitting the walls with a series of bangs.
He stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the blood-soaked ground in front of him; the elderly man, wounded as he had imagined, was not there.
…
He Ao crouched on a billboard on the second floor, watching the chanically Modified Person below who kept searching.
This was He Ao’s first encounter with such a ‘non-human’ being; his legs were entirely made of tal, and the outermost layer was covered with a thin steel plate, so of which were damaged, revealing inside a dense network of sparking circuits and alloy fra.
Like his legs, his torso and arms were completely tal-constructed.
His right arm was fitted with a long chainsaw; his left arm was completely severed at the shoulder, exposing a mass of wire ends still sparking with electricity.
Even his skull was made entirely of sturdy silver alloy, fashioned into the shape of a human head but with no flesh or hair, and two large eye sockets housed a pair of bright red caras, which looked terrifying and ferocious.
The mories from Regit in He Ao’s mind told him that these beings were called ‘ch Cultists,’ and they had given up all flesh except for the brain, no longer adhering to the aesthetics of flesh, and completely encased themselves in chanized bodies open for endless transformation.
Regit detested those who had forsaken the human body, a gift from heaven, so when this ch Cultist attempted to rob him, he had a bit of a conflict with it.
This minor conflict eventually escalated into a bloody battle.
Regit, severely injured, escaped, while the ch Cultist had its outer protective cha damaged and lost an arm.
This was the situation before He Ao arrived.
And now, the ch Cultist had pursued him, attempting to kill that ‘old geezer’ who had hard him.
He Ao’s current injuries were severe; not only did he have a wound that nearly spanned half his body, but he also had nurous other wounds on his hands and feet.
Fortunately, none of these wounds had hit the main artery, sparing him an imdiate death.
But these wounds were causing persistent blood loss, and without prompt treatnt or the stemming of the bleeding, he might die before this Copy World had really begun.
He Ao’s gaze was fixed on the ‘ch Cultist’ below who was approaching the shadowy depths of the alley with confusion and hesitation.
Crimson blood collected on the billboard beneath He Ao’s feet, then dripped down the edge of the billboard.
Drip-drop—Drip-drop—
Bang—
A droplet of blood hit the ground, making a crisp sound, exploding into a bright red blossom.
The ‘ch Cultist’, about to walk into the shadow, suddenly stopped, then turned its head back, the red eyes flickering.
He Ao covered the still-dripping blood on the billboard.
The ch Cultist gazed into the dark alley, his attention fixed for several seconds until no further strange noises could be heard.
He then turned his head and slowly stepped into the pitch-black shadows.
He Ao watched as his figure disappeared, leaning back against the wall.
The billboard he now sat on was a vertical, lightbox-style one, about sixty to seventy centiters thick, mounted to the wall with several smaller lightboxes as decoration along the top and bottom.
If he hunched over and sat on the large lightbox, he would generally go unnoticed from below.
He didn’t know the strength of the ch Cultist below, but according to Regit’s mory, he should be between F and E level.
If it were his own body here, he could have unleashed “Super mory” and killed the ch Cultist outright, but right now, he was in Regit’s body—a body that was severely injured, with wounds that had only just started to clot.
He Ao estimated that this body could withstand one vigorous movent; anything beyond that limit and the wounds would burst open, and then it would be ga over for him directly.
After a brief mont of contemplation, he slid his hand toward one end of the billboard.
Thud—
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
It was quickly followed by the rapid patter of footsteps, the screech of a chainsaw spinning, and a sowhat distorted shout coming from a low-quality speaker, “Old Geezer, die!!!”
Crack—
The frail lightbox was cleaved into two halves by the screeching chainsaw.
The ch Cultist stared blankly at the small lightbox he had just severed, then lifted his gaze to the giant billboard’s lightbox.
Soon, he spotted the bloodstains on the lightbox.
The alloy skull slowly cracked open, revealing a ferocious grin.
He plunged the chainsaw violently into the wall and rapidly climbed upwards using both feet against the wall.
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He Ao withdrew his gaze,
The other’s right arm and leg movents were slightly delayed, indicating issues with the bionic neural links—aftereffects of the damage previously inflicted by Regit.
He continued to shift his body to the left.
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The ch Cultist climbed up the wall, and as his eyes reached above the lightbox, he saw a trail of fresh blood moving along with it.
The advertisent lightbox turned a corner, covering both sides of the wall, and at this mont, the trail of blood had moved past the corner of the lightbox to the other side of the wall.
With a sinister grin, the ch Cultist chased after the direction of the bloodstains.
By the ti he caught up, he found that the trail of blood extended all the way to the steel rebar nailed into the wall.
The rebars were horizontally nailed into the wall in a vertical pattern, forming a ladder shape, a passage ant to facilitate the maintenance staff’s access to the lightbox.
“Old Geezer, the faster you hide, the more excited I get,” he said.
The ch Cultist rapidly climbed down the makeshift ladder and, when reaching the final few rungs, leaped directly down to the street with a loud thud.
At this point, the night had grown deep, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.
The ch Cultist cast his gaze into the depths of the night, where an elderly man drenched in blood, his silver hair a full mane, was calmly watching him.
“You want to kill ?”
He Ao tightened his grip on the steel rebar in his hand, his voice sowhat weak, but very calm.
“Old Geezer, embrace your death!”
The chainsaw’s wail rose once more as the ch Cultist grinned savagely and charged towards the elderly man.
The massive chainsaw reflected the magnificent moonlight.
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