Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!
Chapter 467: Lawrence Lee

Chapter 467: Chapter 467: Lawrence Lee

"Sir, do you need the door closed?" the attendant asked the man in the wheelchair, referring to the forward door of the second carriage and the rear door of the first one.

"Close it," the man in the wheelchair said indifferently.

After both doors were shut, Xu Huo saw through the window that the Player Level gamer carrying a coffin-like case was preparing to leave but had to turn back and sit down again because he couldn’t open the rear door.

The man in the wheelchair, who had already turned his back to the rear door, was drinking plain water and calmly invited Xu Huo and the others to take a seat.

This was clearly a person whom they could not afford to offend; Weiwei’s parents didn’t dare make a move after the barrier disappeared, only pulling their daughter to shrink away to the side.

The two groups had almost come to blows just now, but with the man in the wheelchair’s arrival, the potentially fatal fight was silently resolved, which was both surprising and delightful.

Dr. Deng showed delight on his face, as he took the initiative to approach the man in the wheelchair, "May I look at your legs?"

The man in the wheelchair turned to look at him and gestured with his hands.

Dr. Deng went over and pulled up the man’s trouser leg, frowning, "Your muscles are completely withered and necrotic."

Xu Huo also took a look, and the man in the wheelchair’s legs could hardly be considered a pair of human legs. If not for the dried outer skin and several prominently bulging blood vessels, they were almost indistinguishable from bare bones.

"It’s rare to be in such a condition while still maintaining the rest of your body intact," Dr. Deng remarked, then asked, "Have you been using potions or props?"

"I’ve tried both," the man in the wheelchair touched his knee, "but the side effects are severe, the pain lasts longer and longer, and they are almost ineffective now."

Dr. Deng simply sat down in front of him, adjusting his glasses, "With a situation like yours, you would need to go to a Rank-A Wormhole Point to have any chance of healing. I’ve heard that the medical technology in some game zones has reached the point where they can successfully clone limbs; there’s still hope for a leg transplant."

"I’ve already been there," the man in the wheelchair said, "but unfortunately the surgery wasn’t successful."

Dr. Deng also showed a look of regret and said, "Your condition is due to overuse of potions, right? Actually, as long as you don’t inject Evolution Potions too frequently, generally such fatal consequences wouldn’t occur."

Some players, in pursuit of increased evolution rates, use a large quantity of Evolution Potions in a short period. Although the potions need time to be metabolized and their effects diminish over time, making them increasingly less effective in later stages, they also come with high risks.

Of course, many players die before reaching that stage, leaving them unaware of the consequences that follow.

Xu Huo knew that the Evolution Potions provided by the game definitely had pitfalls; if flawed Evolution Potions could lead to the death or alienization of ordinary people, then even players with stronger physiques would inevitably face these two outcomes over time. He hadn’t anticipated the possibility of muscle atrophy or limb death.

Compared to death and alienization, however, the man in the wheelchair was relatively better off. And this person had even been to a Rank-A Wormhole Point, indicating considerable strength; he must be a high-level player who had entered the game a long time ago.

In response to Dr. Deng’s sympathy, the man in the wheelchair showed no change in expression, saying with extreme indifference, "Hindsight is a luxury, but I have heard that there is a super potion that can heal my legs."

Dr. Deng, who usually had a knack for reading people, took the professional discussion seriously in his field of expertise: "To my knowledge, there’s no such potion. To avoid the side effects of Evolution Potions, you have to be careful from the very beginning of the evolution process... However, if Rank-A Wormhole Point’s technology can’t help your condition, I’m afraid the only one who might save you is the legendary figure in the world of potions."

Xu Huo glanced at him quickly, now understanding why this man was always being kidnapped.

"What an idiot," Weiwei, voiceless, mouthed from the side.

"You’re talking about Dr. Wu," the wheelchair-bound man knew this person, "do you know his whereabouts?"

"How could I know," Dr. Deng laughed awkwardly, "there’s no one in the potion business who doesn’t admire Dr. Wu; he’s a legendary figure."

The wheelchair-bound man smiled and extended his hand, "My surname is Lee, friends are used to calling me Lawrence."

Lawrence Lee, Xu Huo had once heard of this name. Dou Shengnan of the Guile Sound Knights, a few members of the Holy Sword Society, and other advanced players had mentioned this name when they cornered the Girl in the Painting at the Pearl Hotel.

He hadn’t matched this name with the player who had invaded Sea City, since players were numerous and a name of indeterminate authenticity was too sketchy. But now, the man before him was sitting in a wheelchair, calling himself Lawrence Lee, and was so strong, it immediately made him think of the wheelchair-bound player who had, by a stroke of luck, held the Guile Sound Knights at bay in Sea City.

That was an advanced player who could fight the Guile Sound Knights to a draw by himself.

At that level, at least Rank-A and possibly even S-rank!

The Girl in the Painting had once described the appearance of the wheelchair-bound player to him, and it differed from that of the man before him. But changing one’s appearance was too easy, and if the name Lawrence Lee was that renowned, the likelihood of impersonating was not high—Weiwei and the others went pale as soon as they heard the name.

Dr. Deng, clueless, shook hands with Lawrence Lee with a beaming smile, "My name is Deng, I used to work at a small subsidiary of Stellar Medical, but I don’t do that anymore."

Lawrence Lee was very sensitive to the words "Stellar Medical", showing a slight change in his demeanor.

Dr. Deng didn’t notice, and continued, "Although Stellar Medical isn’t on par with Dr. Wu, it has gathered top talents from around the Wormhole Points. You might want to give it a try, considering your Player Level must not be low. If you’re willing to pay or exchange with Super Props, they might find a way to restore your legs."

Lawrence Lee smiled without a word.

Dr. Deng found it awkward to keep talking by himself and, running out of things to say, forcibly brought Xu Huo into the conversation, "This is my friend, and he’s also a very impressive player."

Having successfully handed off the conversation, Dr. Deng seated himself off to the side, intending to stay silent, while Xu Huo smoothly changed tables but didn’t initiate any conversation.

Lawrence Lee also seemed to have lost interest in chatting, crossed his hands on his stomach, and shut his eyes to rest.

Xu Huo was skeptical and glanced at Dr. Deng without showing it, then listened to him ask, "Mr. Lee, where was the last place you heard of Dr. Wu?"

"A Rank-C Copy," Lawrence Lee said, "I arrived a step too late."

This time Dr. Deng truly felt regretful, "The last time I heard about him was at the Eye of Platinum, just a year ago, but by then, the place where he lived had been turned over countless times."

Lawrence Lee nodded, "The Eye of Platinum might be worth a shot for some luck."

"Sir," said an attendant approaching, "the head chef invites you to dinner."