Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 661 - 305 Green Forest Nature

Chapter 661: Chapter 305 Green Forest Nature

After hearing the man’s words, several Green Forest lackeys stopped what they were doing. They exchanged glances and then gathered around.

One of them, who had already replaced part of his body with a Martial Artist Prosthesis, and who clearly held a higher status, kicked the man lying on the ground and asked, "You want to join the Green Forest?"

The man nodded, "Yes... I want to join the Green Forest!"

"Why?"

At the critical moment between life and death, even the neural network soaked in ethanol failed to function normally. He stuttered a bit as he asked, "Why... why? Wasn’t it said... that the treatment would be preferential..."

One of the impatient Green Forest members kicked him and scolded, "That was before! If you had come forward on your own earlier, it would show that you have a deeply rooted evil nature, a natural-born Green Forest hero! That’s when you get preferential treatment. Those who join the Green Forest to save their lives are ranked much lower!"

Another one added, "Looking at your weak appearance, you don’t seem very strong."

The leader-like Green Forest man waved his hand dismissively, "Like this... go kill someone. Kill someone and then you’ll have your Letter of Invitation."

"Ah?" A look of post-disaster ecstasy flashed across the man’s face. He followed the direction pointed by the leader-like Green Forest man and saw a person lying on the ground, barely alive. He approached slowly, raised his fist, dashed forward fiercely, but then abruptly came to a screeching halt.

It was unclear whether it was the control assistance program built into the prosthetic acting up or if he was still in fear of "losing protection" itself.

"Losing protection" was one of the most tragic things during this era. Sometimes it was even more terrifying than death itself. "Losing protection" meant that others could dispose of you at will, no matter what for.

This fear stabbed into the man’s head like a solid block of ice.

But he quickly overcame this moment of hesitation.

He raised his fist and smashed it down hard.

A spray of blood shot up into the air.

Only then did the man turn back, his face revealing a truly savage sneer. He laughed, "Actually, I still have some thoughts... I really like those with mental effects..."

However, what responded to him was a chainsaw sword.

The boss-like man sawed the man’s face open without hesitation.

"To hesitate even over this, too worthless. We Green Forest aren’t a dump, we don’t take in everything." The little leader snickered, "Come to think of it, killing a clear waste who has lost the protection of civilization shouldn’t count as murder, right?"

The man had never expected to be treated this way. He wanted to scream, but the saw suddenly sliced across his vocal cords.

The extraordinary vitality and exceptional ability to withstand hypoxic environments of the Benchmark Man instead became a horrifying curse.

The man writhed on the ground, gesticulating with his hands, desperately trying to say something.

Meanwhile, the little leader pulled out the chainsaw greatsword, flicked off the stains on it, and said to the others, "This kind of person, you treat him as a brother, and he might stab you in the back at any moment. Remember the procedure! After we storm the village, we’re only after those with Martial Talent!"

Then, tilting his head, he lightly grazed the chainsaw sword across the man’s body, carving off large chunks of flesh, "Use this piece of trash to ’quench your thirst.’ Remember this method, huh. As long as you make these guys kill someone in your presence, then you can kill them whenever you want. It won’t trigger the automatic alarms built into the civilian system. If you’re in a situation where you need to suppress the urge to kill, and you can’t draw the government’s attention, use this method... Got it?"

"Got it!" The other Green Forest members replied in unison, their fierce laughs as they rushed towards the still struggling man.

Only this man was subject to their unlimited cruelty, and only at this moment could their sadistic hearts be slightly satisfied.

So what are they waiting for?

In just a moment, the disgusting man had turned into a pile of metallic wreckage and a pool of blood and flesh atop it.

Zoloa gripped his own throat tightly. He didn’t even dare to breathe.

The man was dead, and had died a horrific death. Zoloa wasn’t sad at all, in fact, he even felt somewhat pleased. However, the situation didn’t allow him not to be afraid.

Zoloa realized that unless he showed the "Martial Talent" that the Green Forest group spoke of, even surrendering wouldn’t save him from death.

But at the same time, Zoloa also realized something else.

At this point in time, even though he was so afraid, he didn’t want to join Green Forest at all anymore.

Zoloa actually had no grand ambitions and wasn’t smart. All he wanted was to be "different from that bastard father." If his father was a worker, then he would definitely not become a worker. Even if it meant being a low-level martial artist, even if living poorly, it would be enough to scoff at that bastard.

And Zoloa’s father had said in the end that he "wanted to become a Green Forest."

So no matter what, Zoloa didn’t want to become a Green Forest.

——I must escape...

——They won’t kill easily, so...

But at that moment, Zoloa’s eyes met with a Green Forest member outside the window.

The Green Forest lackey had found his next prey, delighted. He threw his large shield, and the hut where Zoloa was hiding collapsed like it was made of paper in an instant. Zoloa rolled on the spot and ran in any direction out of the chaos.

Behind Zoloa, the small team leader whistled, "Wow, this might work?"

——Damn...

Zoloa realized that many eyes were converging on him.

He let out a sharp scream and ran as fast as he could. It seemed that, in order to assess his external strength Talent, those Green Forest members were launching some non-threatening attacks at him.

Shrieking, Zoloa ran. But a few minutes later, he saw a small group of people. About seven or eight people were huddled together. Zoloa didn’t think twice before dashing toward them.

Then he discovered that this little group had already been surrounded.

Dr. Schultz was holding up that silver rod, shouting loudly, "This is Lev Scheer’s weapon, the Silver Transmission Shaft! Come on!"

This frantic look actually bluffed a few lackeys. They began to doubt whether this highly modified "Martial Artist" had killed the famous Mr. Lev, hesitating for a moment.

This hesitation, however, made the townspeople even more fervent. The seven or eight people present suddenly focused their attention on the rod.

Even Zoloa wavered for a moment.

But soon, a Green Forest member broke the standoff, "If it really was you guys, then it’s my turn to make a name for myself! Come on!"

With that, he accelerated, raising his Chainsaw Sword in an upward Stance.

Dr. Schultz, who had never seen such a Stance, barely parried based on his memories of watching matches, but his weapon was knocked out of his hands after just one clash. The long staff spun through the air and landed elsewhere.

Zoloa’s heart sank into the dust along with the long staff.