Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 229 - 229 9 Attitudes and Scum

229: Chapter 9 Attitudes and Scum 229: Chapter 9 Attitudes and Scum Resurrecting from the dead is known as revival.

Throughout the river of history, many people have died, and strictly speaking, the resurrection of the dead only happened within the last two hundred years — unless your religious beliefs compel you to accept that someone rose from the dead in the year 33 A.D.

And even those who truly achieved this were few and far between.

Because very few people would convert all their memories into data.

Some who did so might not upload them, and even if they did, there might not be anyone who would read them, let alone subject themselves to the brutal training with these memories.

The Martial Ancestor was the only person who met these conditions.

In his pursuit of further brain development, he used the Restoring Enzyme multiple times.

To combat side effects, he had long since transferred most of his memories into a hard drive.

After the assassination at the end of the Sublimation War, the Father of Machines publicly released the Martial Ancestor’s memories.

Because of his identity, many were after his memories.

This was the only soul that reappeared in the world time and again.

[Is this truly the revival of the Martial God?

Are you certain?

Not just an average follower of the Martial Ancestor?]

[Followers of the Martial Ancestor would not fully imitate his actions.

In the mind of the Martial Ancestor himself, such acts of personal adoration were meaningless,] said Daijiu Tai’a calmly: [But the Hero I faced before was completely different.

He reproduced the ‘actions’ of the Martial Ancestor — I can assert that his spirit aligns closely with the Martial Ancestor.

As you know, I can be sure…]

During the conversation, Daijiu Tai’a had already transferred part of his memory to Bai Changkong.

[This…

this pattern of behavior…

this demeanor…] Bai Changkong closed his eyes: [The ‘Path of Justice’…

this song was indeed in the Martial Ancestor’s music website’s favorites.

It’s very close.]

After the Sublimation War ended, many servers from the Old Era were brought under central management.

During this process, certain groups within the Protectorate leaked the Martial Ancestor’s personal accounts and related information on many websites — ostensibly “to provide historical materials for research on the Martial Ancestor.”

The intelligence within the Martial Ancestor’s social accounts was thoroughly excavated.

Many were aware of the Martial Ancestor’s hobbies.

[Making a loud stand for righteousness, combining guerrilla warfare with propaganda, this is also typical of the Martial Ancestor’s style.

But…

but…]

[I think you can sense it too, White Hermit,] Daijiu Tai’a said with a fervent gaze: [This is the gathering of the Martial Ancestor’s Soul Spark — this is the Martial God!]

Strictly speaking, only those who were “acquainted with the original individual” could certify an individual as “a Personality Mask of the original source individual.” However, since the Personality Mask and the original individual are assumed to be the same personality by default, those familiar with the Martial God, including historians, could actually make a judgment.

Of course, so far, no one has gone ahead with this “recognition” recklessly.

Those acknowledged by the world as “Xiang Shan” are still only the Martial Ancestor and those ten Martial Gods.

Bai Changkong recalibrated his prosthetic body’s parameters to prevent his prosthetic from shaking unnaturally due to excessive emotional fluctuations.

[Well then, this might just be the Martial God…

but which one?

Or is it someone new?

Really?

Or a fake?]

[He showed signs of using Inner Strength, so it should be a True Personality Mask,] Daijiu Tai’a said: [However, there seemed to be another Internal Strength Master assisting at the time, so the possibility of it being a Pseudo-personality Mask is not ruled out.]

[So what was his purpose for appearing here?]

[Based on the information I have gathered, this Martial God appeared abruptly in the New Continent a few months ago.

There are no other records of his actions before that.]

Bai Changkong pondered: [What you’re saying is…]

[Tao Enhai, I bet.

His target must be Tao Enhai,] said Daijiu Tai’a: [The Martial Ancestor was incredibly grateful to Tao Enhai.

While the Father of Machines also felt the same, after parting ways with the Path of Chivalry, Tao Enhai became one of the core supporters of the Martial Ancestor.]

Bai Changkong nodded: [That makes sense…]

[This Martial God is still very weak.

The capacitors he’s using probably don’t meet the cutting-edge standards.

And Tao Enhai is also in danger now.

We can consider, at this point in time, whether the appearance of a Martial God is a good or bad thing for ‘us.’ Should we give a push to this event, or otherwise…]

Bai Changkong lowered his head: “I must think this over carefully.”

The descent of each Martial God is destined to stir up earth-shattering waves — even the weakest Eighth Martial God was murdered by King Aqini’s despicable means before he could mature.

And a wave signifies variables.

Variables represent opportunities.

— Which influential figure is that Martial God now planning to assassinate?

………………………………

At this moment, Congriff lay on the ground, terrified.

He had suddenly been infiltrated by two individuals with incredibly high levels of martial arts, who then struck him on the head, knocking him out.

When he woke up, his limbs were disassembled, leaving only one arm untouched by cyberization.

And the two cybernetically enhanced people sat opposite him.

One person sat cross-legged, leaning forward slightly, giving himself a more oppressive presence, “Ah, Mr.

Congriff.

Are you awake?

I would like to ask you, do you remember stealing capacitors from the Lude family on Third Avenue?”

Congriff trembled: “Are you from the Lude family…

an eminent warrior…”

“Slap, slap,” the man patted his face, “I’m asking you a question.”

“I remember…

I remember…” Congriff trembled, “If needed, I can return it…”

“Ah, that can be discussed later.

There are also twelve unnamed individuals in the slums north of the city—you appear to have beat them three months ago, resulting in the immediate death of at least two, right?”

“They…

They had no protection, so the Protector won’t sanction…”

“You just need to answer ‘remember’ or ‘don’t remember’…”

“There was such a matter…

I remember!

I remember!”

“And then…

tch, this is a bit of an old case.

When your cyberization level wasn’t very high, you seemed to have committed rape.

You were clever, very careful in picking out women who had lost the protection of civilization.”

“I did it to continue the diversity of the gene pool…” Seeing the Martial Artist raise his hand, Congriff screamed frantically, “It’s true!

It happened!”

“Hmm, good.

You’re honest.

I like honest people the best.

So, the last question.

Have you assisted the Meng Hand Gang in storing supplies…”

Congriff realized: “You…

You’re the Protectors?

No!

No!

This can’t be!

I haven’t joined the Meng Hand Gang!

I haven’t!

You can’t strip me of my protection!”

Congriff immediately began to struggle wildly.

He knew that over the past week, the Protectors had been frantically hunting down members of the Meng Hand Gang, the Capacitor Gang, and other factions.

Although he had only taken money and maintained some backup resources for them, but…

The key was only in “how the Protectors judged”!

Congriff considered himself not a member of the Meng Hand Gang; when the gang was around, they just treated him as some guy hired to watch the warehouse.

But as long as the Protectors deemed him associated with the Meng Hand Gang, his protection might be revoked.

In some sense, this was more terrifying than death itself.

“Ah ha,” Xiang Shan nodded, “You’re quite something.

Now tell me, where is that thing now?”

“It’s in the outermost cabinet…

the one by the door!

Just take it and go!

I was wrong!

I’m sorry!” Congriff screamed.

Xiang Shan sighed, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”

Then, he pointed a finger at the back of Congriff’s head.

Congriff stopped struggling.

And Hiroshi Matsushima obtained the large machinery battery, saying, “Alright, let’s go.”

Xiang Shan looked at the deceased Congriff, shaking his head, “This guy…

really was something…”

“No choice,” said Hiroshi Matsushima.

“He was clever, only went too far with those who had lost civilization’s protection.

Everyone knew he was scum, but few thought he would go too far with them.”

“‘Revoking protection’ is really a joke.

To those powerful individuals of the Green Forest Wilderness, having protection is essentially irrelevant.

But for those powerless poor souls, being stripped of protection is like being stripped of their right to be human, worse than death.

Even if they truly did something unforgivable, why not just kill them from the start?”

“‘Any act of atonement should not exceed ‘death’…” Hmm?” Hiroshi Matsushima pondered for a moment, “I don’t dislike that era.

Too bad, there are no Heroes now to re-establish that order…”

Xiang Shan was taken aback, then couldn’t help but laugh.

Hiroshi Matsushima was puzzled, “What’s wrong?

Is there a problem with what I said?”

“No, no no, not at all,” Xiang Shan shook his head, “‘Heroes break the law with martial arts,’ but I never thought that in this era, the force upholding the spirit of law would actually be Heroes.”

“Ah?

Wasn’t the Path of Chivalry like this in the past?”

“Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan just randomly picked a set of words from novels that could evoke an emotive understanding, to package this ‘resistance’ concept.” Xiang Shan looked up, “Shall we head back now, or go after the next target?”

If Xiang Shan wanted to travel south, the most important thing was still the power reserve.

No one knew how many days this sandstorm would last, so they needed to have ample energy.

Xiang Shan’s three vehicles had accumulated some solar power in the north, but most of it had been used up on the way back to Pine Eagle.

Now, Xiang Shan had to figure out a way to get enough batteries to store energy inside Pine Eagle City.

Fortunately, the city was not short of such things.

For some people with a bit of savings, having a few large-capacity batteries at home was essential.

And this city was not lacking in scum tacitly approved by Dyson’s principle.