Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 697 - 341 - Still Waiting

Chapter 697: 341 Chapter Still Waiting

"Since ancient times, the cumulative contributions of all agronomists and medical scientists might just overshadow his," Xiang Shan said.

The ancestors in western Asia who domesticated wheat, those in the Ganges River Basin who tamed rice, and the human ancestors around the world who began to cultivate different crops, followed by all agronomists of all times and regions afterward.

Add to that everyone from Hippocrates and Bian Que to Paracelsus, up to all modern medical scientists.

They created something out of nothing, from zero to one, and then carefully nurtured the bud of this "technology" until it reached Yawgmoth.

Then Yawgmoth expanded this "ten" to an "almost perfect" "hundred" in one breath.

"Agriculture" and "medical care" could henceforth be replaced by "industry."

In Xiang Shan’s view, this was a change enough to rival the cognitive and agricultural revolutions.

Hiroshi Matsushima just made a sound.

Xiang Shan immediately felt like he was playing the lute to a cow: "I guess so. You guys in this generation, how would you know the depth of history..."

Xiang Shan felt that Hiroshi Matsushima probably misunderstood the significance of "all agronomists and medical scientists since ancient times."

"Alright, let me talk about something your generation might find interesting. Let me think..." Xiang Shan pondered briefly: "Did you know? The first guy who started singing in battles was that guy."

Hiroshi Matsushima hesitated for a moment: "Ah?"

Upon hearing this ancient secret, Instructor Matsushima finally couldn’t hold it in.

"It was many years ago. I, that guy, and David... the three of us went to assassinate someone. Who was it... Well, the location should have been in this New World. Detmars? Li Zhengzhi? Who knows... It doesn’t matter who it was. All the usurpers of the state were eventually killed off anyway."

The hardest part about fighting the usurpers was figuring out "which time someone was actually killed." Since those guys each had a mass of backups. It’s possible that he was killed the first time we tried to assassinate him, but then his pal might have donned the same disguise and played the role for a long time.

But that doesn’t matter anymore.

No matter how much information was controlled, ordinary people soon realized that those above them all had several backups.

"Is some president/CEO really who he says he is" stopped being a conspiracy theory, and the societal consensus was profoundly shaken.

By then, whether some figures behind the scenes were still alive physically was irrelevant.

The social relationships they represented, and the powers upheld by these relationships, had truly died.

Of course, the story Xiang Shan was now telling was a bit earlier than that time.

"We went for the assassination, and then we were discovered. That guy was almost bombed to death and fell unconscious on the spot," Xiang Shan said, "Then he woke up, groggy, and started singing to boost his own spirits. Due to his grogginess, he could only keep rhythm with his attacks to the beat of the song."

"But those who were attacking him were terrified. At that time, he seemed like a deity descended to earth, an unstoppable force, unmatched."

Xiang Shan tapped his own head: "After regaining my memories, I realized how significant this incident was for me. Really. It was then that I realized the role that ’stage martial arts’ could play in propaganda battles."

Hiroshi Matsushima nodded: "I see."

In Hiroshi Matsushima’s mind, the scene involuntarily emerged. Three martial arts buddies, not particularly skilled, clumsily sneaking in to assassinate a target. Then, one particularly clumsy guy got exposed.

Then, a grenade came flying, and that person fell to the ground.

Hiroshi Matsushima indeed knew that to describe these three brothers as "clumsy" was hardly appropriate. After all, they were universally recognized as the best in the world, the second best, and within the top ten globally.

However, Hiroshi Matsushima also knew that back then, "cyber martial arts" were nowhere near what they are today. The Gang Qi Weapon System was initially developed to inject metal powder into the heat vents of war machines and was far from today’s precision. Even the best and the second best were not as strong back then as they are now.

At the very least, in that era, nobody could dominate the battlefield alone.

Yet, that group of men with mediocre martial arts skills could still stand up and confront that well-organized world.

In that one battle, the man with mediocre martial arts skills barely stood up, singing a beloved song...

Hiroshi Matsushima couldn’t help but ask, "What song was he singing?"

Xiang Shan really wanted to roll his eyes, so his prosthetic eye emitted a white light, "How could I possibly remember something like that?"

A few seconds later, Xiang Shan finally said, "’Still Waiting’... Of course, it could have been ’Here’s to you’... Yes, something like that."

This was actually an unverifiable matter. After that incident, everyone involved, except for the group of three including Xiang Shan, had been killed. Hiroshi Matsushima couldn’t possibly check with the other two.

The additional song mentioned was probably just for appearances.

Hiroshi Matsushima felt that Xiang Shan certainly remembered that scene, remembered it very clearly.

Although he could recall that incident with a calm face, there were definitely still some knots in his heart.

So, he waved his hand and shut off his external senses.

He also redirected his attention back to the prosthetic body he had commandeered.

Because Xiang Shan forcibly twisted off Old Master Zhao’s head, the connection between the prosthetic body’s neck and spine was severely damaged. That needed a complete replacement.

Moreover, Old Master Zhao had placed the computational module closer to the brain. This guy had mediocre internal and external skills, so even with a good chip, he couldn’t unleash its full potential.

But Xiang Shan would need to install his acquired chip himself. His cultivation was sufficient for that.

Thus, quite a few modifications were necessary.

Moreover, Old Master Zhao’s external armor was extremely robust and aesthetically pleasing—almost overly emphasized.

Xiang Shan didn’t always prefer rough and bulky. Sometimes, a beautiful exterior meant better compliance with fluid dynamics, offering a more aerodynamically favorable shape.

But this prosthetic body could still be improved in certain aspects.

Those stupid flexible antennas felt completely unnecessary to Xiang Shan—they even interfered with the operation of the Mystic Tortoise True Gang.

Besides, the extra weaponry he had scavenged also needed to be fully utilized somehow.

The pile-driver lance that Old Master Zhao wielded, which Xiang Shan had disarmed using Cyber Tai Chi Cloud Hands, was still in the building. But the Sonicon Blade Shield-shaped Sword Case that Xiang Shan had acquired years earlier now found a place where it could be used—with a prosthetic body from the First Heavenly Layer, even a relatively light model was capable of wielding this heavy weapon.

Furthermore, Old Master Zhao’s other hand-held, kite-shield-shaped mini weapon [which included a missile launcher], was also taken out along with it.