Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 658 - 302: Green Forest Reappears!

Chapter 658: Chapter 302: Green Forest Reappears!

When Zoloa kicked open the front door, his father was staggering around. He must have been using a small amount of ethanol, one of the few substances permitted under Dyson’s principles to yield mental effects.

According to Dyson’s rules, quotas were based on the weight of an individual’s remaining biological body. The higher the rate of body modification, the greater the proportion of the brain in the "remaining biological body weight," and the stronger the mental effects of the ethanol.

It was said that some people were so desperate to get more ethanol that they would increase their modification rate at all costs—even if it meant getting some unnecessary, cheap modifications.

Zoloa’s father hadn’t reached that stage yet, but he still loved ethanol, particularly enjoying consuming his daily quota all at once within a short time.

As a skilled worker, the prosthetic limbs he possessed were more cumbersome than those of others.

Just by stumbling a few steps around the house, he could leave someone battered and bruised.

This terrible man never saw anything wrong with his behavior; in fact, when high on ethanol, he would deliberately get close to others.

This behavior naturally made him disliked by everyone in the town.

In the end, he could only come into contact with his own child.

Zoloa’s younger brother had been born just over two years ago, had just learned to speak, and hadn’t undergone cybernetic transformation yet. In this environment, he was even more at risk.

Zoloa watched tensely as two individuals in his house interacted. A burly man, smiling playfully, nudged the child cowering by the wall with his shoulder. The child already had numerous bruises, but the man found it amusing.

Zoloa clenched his fists and shouted again, "Stay away from him!"

Zoloa’s father was a bit bewildered. But his brain was sluggish, so it took him a few minutes to think. Then, he showed a displeased expression.

Zoloa had only gradually switched to this set of industrial prosthetics over the past few years. Before then, the man had also often hit and scolded Zoloa.

And on the first day he had gotten his industrial prosthetic, Zoloa had fought back against the man.

However, since both were using the same type of prosthetic body and neither had any martial techniques, naturally, the person with the stronger prosthetic output had a decisive advantage.

Zoloa ended up on the ground vomiting blood that day. If not for the emergency intervention of the civilian prosthetic’s intelligent control system, he probably would have died.

Afterward, he had to get a replacement for one of his internal organs.

Naturally, it was Zoloa’s father who paid for it. Since Zoloa’s injuries were directly caused by him, had Zoloa not received treatment and died, the man would have also lost his protection.

Consequently, the man disliked Zoloa even more.

And for this reason, Zoloa became even more interested in martial artists.

Especially...

Especially after the giant "Lev" who had overwhelmingly defeated martial artists from three cities three years ago, and the "Mountain" who had then defeated Lev.

Online, Zoloa had also heard a legend.

Legend had it that two martial artists sparred. One, a master of martial techniques, killed his opponent with three punches—even though his prosthetic output was only half that of his opponent.

It was said that martial techniques could achieve such feats.

Zoloa so desperately desired martial techniques.

And lately, the reason for Zoloa’s fights with his father had become the newborn child.

Not long after the second child was born, their mother, having fulfilled what she considered her most sacred duty under Dyson’s principles, fled the town. She seemed to have given little thought to Zoloa’s situation. Zoloa was initially very saddened. He wasn’t that fond of his younger brother, but his father was just too disgusting.

He had to teach that man a lesson.

It was precisely because of this that the man finally backed off. He grumbled, "You’re in your teens now, huh... Living independently wouldn’t be too hard, right? Huh?"

Zoloa had no desire to stay with this guy. He grabbed his brother and just walked out. However, humans with mostly biological components were still too fragile, their needs for food and water too high, unlike fully cyborg humans who could survive just on solar panels. This little guy would struggle to survive once he left the settlement.

"We can’t wait any longer, we need to think of something..." Zoloa thought.

At this moment, he recalled what those city folks had said before.

— Go to the Martial Arts School... Tch... Impossible...

After all, the Martial Arts School charged fees. He hadn’t yet saved enough money. And until he had mastered the basics of martial arts, he couldn’t become a "secondary athlete" at the Martial Arts School and compete.

As for participating in competitions as a "wandering warrior," he had never even considered it.

Zoloa wasn’t afraid of getting hurt, but he didn’t want to suffer for nothing.

— How infuriating.

Such thoughts flickered through Zoloa’s mind.

He had never left the settlement and had an indescribable fear of the cities, said to have an even harsher survival environment, let alone the confidence to "live well there until becoming a Martial Artist."

— I should think of something...

Time slipped away amidst such hesitations.

Soon, Zoloa realized his brother was about to fall asleep while walking. Humans with low cyberization rates could easily suffer from hypothermia if they fell asleep outside.

With no other choice, Zoloa could only head back home.

Naturally, chaos ensued at home once again.

Zoloa almost came to blows with his father.

He felt he could bear it no longer, resolutely deciding to leave.

But by the next day, his resolve began to slowly dissipate. While working, he searched online for information about "leaving the settlement to become a Martial Artist in the city."

But online information was ultimately hard to verify, and he constantly doubted whether those who claimed to have smooth journeys were deceiving others, or whether only a small portion of those who left the wilderness settlements to become professional Martial Artists actually succeeded. Many like him probably just disappeared silently, leaving no trace online.

Amid such hesitations, the next day sped by.

Then came the third day.

On the fourth day, an uproar arose on the edges of the town.

The Green Forest had arrived.

.......................................

Tajibur was a minor leader of the Green Forest.

But he was no ordinary leader.

Tajibur’s boss, a Great Hero of the Green Forest, was a legend of this generation on the Heavenly Machine Star.

When the boss of the Great Stockade announced he would go to the new land to expand, Tajibur was chosen to be one of the members of this pioneering venture.

As long as they could plant the organization’s "seeds" in the new land, the collective consciousness of the Great Stockade would become even harder to erase.

"For the Great Stockade," Tajibur pointed towards the distant town, "let’s find those who can become our brothers."