Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 650 - 294 Customs

Chapter 650: Chapter 294 Customs

Yuki was born in Pine Eagle City and for more than a decade lived under strict surveillance. Although the common folks were aware that the surveillance was not flawless, they lacked the Jianghu’s knack for identifying blind spots and dared not intentionally or unintentionally block or damage the surveillance devices.

Indeed, the surveillance data was voluminous, and the government did not have enough staff to monitor it; even AI analysis was not sufficiently detailed.

However, for those small figures unable to recognize surveillance tactics, the mere presence of a surveillance device served as an effective deterrent.

Strangely enough, this was the first time in Han Zhun’s life that he had stepped into an area "explicitly devoid of surveillance."

Even in places where the wireless network signal was poor, there were no legendary practitioners of Internal Arts stealing colleagues’ prosthetic eyes.

Han Zhun felt as if he could hear his "heartbeat," as though there was an internal combustion engine roaring in his chest—he had long since no longer needed an organ like the heart, but this feeling... this feeling...

"You guys must be heroes, right!" Han Zhun suddenly spoke without any inhibition, "I heard that heroes occasionally come to the Great Martial Hall to refine their skills. The kung fu of Matsushima Instructor is famous far and wide... You people, you must be heroes!"

Yuki sighed, "Look, my hometown is near Pine Eagle City, it’s not like I’m some rootless wanderer from miles away, right?"

Han Zhun was taken aback, "Ah... It’s really your hometown?"

Yuki pointed ahead, "Recycling Station Town, I just told you about it. If we were really heroes and planning some rebellious act, would we agree to take you with us—ah! Wait! What did you think we were doing when we came out here?"

Han Zhun was a bit embarrassed, "Just... that... maybe getting some, uh, weapons? Or practicing some martial arts skills that aren’t suitable for the city?"

Liu Ri said, "I’ve only ever heard of heroes going to the cities for resources, never of coming to the Wilderness to get weapons."

Meanwhile, he inwardly added, Using the tactics of ’sustaining war with war’ from the Green Forest is another realm altogether, one we haven’t even begun to grasp.

Although the living space in the city was cramped and the environment harsh, and the space for solar panels was limited, it was still under the Lord’s direct supervision, and no group from the Green Forest dared to attack the city. Moreover, heroes followed the code of ’not attacking civilians.’ Therefore, the city area was relatively safe.

With many people around, even if they were limited by Dyson’s principles from forming complex organizations, some simple resource circulations would still spontaneously occur. At least the types and amounts of resources in the city far exceeded those in typical Wilderness settlements.

Some heroes who adhered to the tradition of ’sustaining war with war’ and had not cycled back would be more likely to recuperate in the city.

Han Zhun suddenly fell into self-doubt, "That’s not right... Your energy and spirit differ so much from those typical of martial arts schools... How can you not be heroes?"

Yuki was slightly startled. Highly specialized practitioners of Internal Arts could discern aspects of a person’s character from their movements, and a few trained AIs could also identify specific individuals in a crowd by their gait.

Many heroes studied "performing arts," not only to comply with Martial Ancestor’s ideology of "propaganda warfare" but also to better hide themselves.

Yuki thought such feats were at least at a higher level, far beyond his current minor role so far.

Yet he hadn’t expected Han Zhun, who seemed a bit naive, to also have an acutely observant side.

If one had a talent for language or mathematics, that could also be a good start for a practitioner of Internal Arts.

At this thought, Yuki began to seriously consider the possibility of "bringing this guy into the fold."

The three of them walked a bit further. By now, the ground had become very solid. Countless tire marks overlaid each other, compacting the road tightly.

Many heavy construction vehicles had once traveled here.

Suddenly, Yuki raised his hand instinctively to his eyes. He suddenly felt daring.

—Am I about to cry?

Yuki was soon convinced of it.

Since he had gotten his prosthetic eye, it was the first time, wasn’t it?

With current technology, they say it’s not difficult to make eyeballs and eyelids with touch sensitivity, and mimicking tear glands isn’t hard either. Even many Lords indulge in cultivating biological tissues—an indulgence those cultured people call, "I can still cry, which proves I’m still human."

Heroes, on the other hand, were completely devoid of blood and tears. They certainly couldn’t afford the luxury of getting a prosthetic eye made just to cry.

It was only today that Yuki found out how uncomfortable it was not to have tears when it was time to cry.

He kicked at the ground.

At that moment, the ground roared as a heavy vehicle approached from behind. Han Zhun promptly made way.

All three youths were trained Martial Artists and wouldn’t fear such industrial machinery if it came to a fight. However, foolishly colliding with these highly potent industrial machines would mean instant defeat for light warriors like them.

Yuki glanced over and didn’t recognize the large vehicle.

Four years ago, Yuki’s mother and a bastard named Enoch were considered the main labor force of the village.

Now, who owned this large vehicle? Someone he knew?

Yuki watched the heavy truck, his thoughts drifting back to the past, to the days before he became a Hero.

"Eh?" Liu Ri’s voice interrupted Yuki’s nostalgia.

Liu Ri pointed ahead and said, "What is that?"

Yuki adjusted his prosthetic eye and saw the heavy truck stop at the edge of the town. It paused for a few seconds, rocking back and forth as if it was... it was...

Bowing?

Yuki looked again. At the entrance of Recycling Station Town, in the middle of the road, there was a pedestal with a rod-like object fixed to it, which didn’t seem like an antenna.

Yuki looked closely and then realized what it was.

It was a stick, or perhaps a mechanical part.

More than three years ago, a Martial Artist from Green Forest known as "Silver Transmission Shaft" Lev used this assault ship’s transmission shaft as a weapon, causing chaos in Recycling Station Town.

Yuki still remembered that stick. He had been held against it by Silver Transmission Shaft Lev, who then used it to threaten Xiang Shan.

"What is this... doing?"

His thoughts suddenly jammed.

Liu Ri, however, nodded, "I guess it must be a Martial Artist’s melee weapon... Hmm, it must be someone who died recently. Let me think... Silver Transmission Shaft Lev? Ah, that thing does look indeed like a ship’s transmission part."

Yuki looked disturbed: "So, what are these guys doing?"

"Well, just placing that thing by the door hoping it scares off some third-rate Green Forest folks?" Liu Ri suggested.