Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 389 - 33 Hero, Hero Again

Chapter 389: Chapter 33 Hero, Hero Again

Hearing this name, Hiroshi Matsushima quietly closed the door, then asked, "Who are you?"

"Haven’t you recognized it yet? It’s me, Hiroki. Listen to this familiar voice..."

"The Great Hero who was charging at my place three years ago?" Only then did Hiroshi Matsushima slightly relax his stance. He was somewhat displeased, "Why is it always you?"

"Why can’t it be me?" Xiang Shan spread his hands, "And this time I am not here to charge. I can even supply power to your house if you want."

That was a serious truth. Hiroshi Matsushima’s house merely had solar panels slapped onto the roof and was connected to a local small self-organizing community’s power. This power was nothing compared to the maximum output of a fission reactor.

Xiang Shan could easily plug a cable from himself to power all the household appliances in Hiroshi Matsushima’s home.

Hiroshi Matsushima said, "Forget it. I feel like trouble comes whenever I encounter you. I am a martial artist from a martial arts school who hates trouble."

"Hehe, old master, why were you not afraid of trouble when you and the Solo Kill King went to the Bug Missile Site together?"

"The sooner this matter is done, the sooner he will leave, and the safer I’ll be," Hiroshi Matsushima said. "So please don’t expect me to help you with anything, Great Hero."

Xiang Shan shook his finger, "I still have two things here, and I’m sure you’ll help me with them."

"I’m not involved in attacking the Protector."

"I’m not thinking about having you do that yet," Xiang Shan said. "First off, I need to train my external strength in this city."

"Train?"

Xiang Shan said honestly, "I’ve been in hiding for a while, intensively cultivating my Inner Strength. Now my Inner Strength has reached a higher level. However, cultivating Inner Strength is accompanied by the risk of other skills and memory degradation. On my way here, I carefully reviewed my various skills and combat awareness and saw no significant regression. But only external strength is hard to ascertain without comparison."

External strength also has some universal, quantifiable standards, such as the speed of neural reflexes or the number, and activity of brain neural circuits.

But these reactions are only tactical and reactive.

From a more comprehensive level, the quality of "martial arts" itself is hard to test.

There are some chips that can simulate martial arts combats using AR or VR technologies. But standard virtual systems can’t keep up with martial artists like Xiang Shan.

Sparring with Hiroshi Matsushima, however, is more objective.

Hiroshi Matsushima quickly understood. The reason he had been reluctant to cultivate Inner Strength was due to these concerns. Restoring enzymes could erase well-formed brain circuits.

During the process of cultivating Inner Strength, new neural connections would take over the space of the original connections.

And with Hiroshi Matsushima’s external strength at its peak, no one knew if suddenly effective or similar brain pathways could be formed once the original pathways’ space was taken over.

Hiroshi Matsushima stretched out a hand, and seeing this, Xiang Shan also stretched out his hand. The two looked as if they were about to shake hands, but it ended with a clap,

Both of their arms shook slightly.

"It feels... quite subtle," Hiroshi Matsushima said. "Perhaps there’s a slight regression, but it shouldn’t be a big problem."

"I must strive for perfection," Xiang Shan sighed. "I will follow the rules of the martial arts school and pay tuition."

"Since it’s according to the rules of the martial arts school, it doesn’t count as helping," Hiroshi Matsushima said. "But only my level can help you improve. Just buy the ’Fusion VIP Course’ directly from the website."

"Oh, do I get a discount if I buy multiple classes at once?"

"...Buying ten classes at once gets a 5% discount, twenty classes get a 10% discount."

"So buying two hundred classes all at once means it’s free?"

Hiroshi Matsushima was caught off guard, "... No more than a 20% discount, thank you. Free classes are only if you join the martial arts school and compete in a certain number of matches."

Xiang Shan stroked his chin, "That’s quite expensive for a class..."

"No credit. I’ll teach as many classes as you can afford," Hiroshi Matsushima said bluntly.

"OK, I’ll look into it later. Actually, I’m here for another matter," Xiang Shan said. "Where is the Little Brother who stormed the Meiyimei Building with me? He’s not in your home server right now. Have you started keeping him directly in your body now?"

Hiroshi Matsushima closed his eyes.

A moment later, his prosthetic eye dimmed, then lit up again.

"Are you looking for me, my friend?" "Little Brother" bowed his hands, "Thanks for the events three years ago."

Xiang Shan said, "I came here this time to ask you a few questions. You..."

Xiang Shan opened his mouth. But some other impulse seemed to take control of his language faculties. His original prepared speech was disrupted.

Xiang Shan fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Is your master ’Turing’? Is Zhu Xinyu doing well?"

Xiang Shan’s Inner Strength had covered every inch of this area. He had also checked every possible corner of the room to ensure there were no uncontrolled listening devices. That was why he dared to say those words.

"Little Brother" also paused for a moment, "You seem to have used With His Own Way three years ago, and our relationship is quite deep. But, senior, you shouldn’t ask about such things, and this ’me’ here doesn’t have relevant information."

Xiang Shan stood up, "Is she now on Jupiter? Jupiter is one of the Protector’s most heavily defended areas, next to King Aqini, the second-best Internal Strength Master in the world, not familiar to anyone else on Earth. Is she there?"

"I don’t know. This ’personality mask’ here does not retain relevant data."

"Then, you tell me, how is she doing now?"

"Little Brother" hesitated for a moment, "At least from what I know, she... is currently very safe."

"That’s good," Xiang Shan nodded slightly, relaxed, then sat down, "Good. Very good. Then who are you exactly? What code name do you go by? Altair 8800? Atari 800? PDP-6? LISP?"

"This..."

"Then, let me rephrase the question..." Xiang Shan raised his hand, covering his face, then slowly wiped it off.

His prosthetic eye emitted a faint blue light, "Tell me, eighty years ago, on a certain orbital server, did ’we’ meet?"

"What..." Little Brother was suddenly startled, "What do you mean? Which orbital server? Why?"

"It seems you’re aware of this matter?" Xiang Shan tilted his head, leaning closer to Little Brother, "Were you the kid who ran errands for her back then? Or solving the puzzles? You must be aware, right? Similar technology exists beyond just your hands. ’That me’ back then, also provided a lot of experimental data."

"Although I don’t understand what you mean..." Little Brother sounded cautious, "but the preset program tells me, you’ve said something very weighty... You..."

"Oh, one more thing. You actually meddled with the psychological self-check procedure..."