Chapter 41: Suppressing the Virus, Heading to the Fighting Arena!

Su Cheng immediately checked Zhu Shan'er's prosthetic limbs and implants.

Black!

Over half of the interior of Zhu Shan'er's prosthetics had already been eroded by the Black Death virus!

Even her military-grade implants had not escaped!

Su Cheng's mind raced. Zhu Shan'er had happened to visit the 2BSB administrative district yesterday—could she have been infected then?!

"Go get that A-grade combat prosthetic set."

Scatterbrain immediately brought over the A-grade combat prosthetics that had just been synthesized and upgraded last night.

Su Cheng quickly dismantled all of Zhu Shan'er's existing prosthetics, preparing for a replacement.

At the same time, he contacted Yang Siqi.

"This is a matter of utmost importance, and I'm not joking. Tell me, how can someone infected with the Black Death virus be controlled?!"

Hearing this, Yang Siqi sat up straight, swallowing the scolding words that had just reached her lips, and said earnestly, "There's no saving them."

Su Cheng still refused to give up, "Is there truly not even a sliver of a chance? I can replace her infected prosthetics."

Yang Siqi shook her head. "Black Death virus infection is irreversible. Even if you replace the prosthetics, it will only slow down the rate of infection. Eventually, the virus will completely corrode them, turning them into maniacs."

Su Cheng remained silent. Without a moment of hesitation, he directly installed the A-grade combat prosthetic set onto Zhu Shan'er.

As long as it could buy time, that was enough—delay it until a cure was found!

"Actually, while the infection of the Black Death virus itself is irreversible, there might be other ways to keep it in check."

Yang Siqi suddenly said, "I've been studying the characteristics of the Skeleton virus source code. Although my progress is limited so far, perhaps the Skeleton virus could be used to suppress the Black Death virus, allowing the infected person to retain a certain degree of sanity."

"You mean injecting the Skeleton virus source code into the infected person's body?"

Su Cheng frowned deeply. "But they have genetic locks, so they can't use it, right?"

"Precisely. That's why the previous version of the Skeleton virus source code won't work; we can only use it by finding the creator of the Skeleton virus."

Yang Siqi said seriously, "The person who created the Skeleton virus is an absolute genius hacker, on par with me. Only by finding them and creating new source code can we harness the properties of the Skeleton virus to suppress the Black Death virus before it completely consumes the infected person, allowing them to retain their humanity!"

"I will definitely find that person."

He was already planning to track down 'Evil'. "But that will take time. During this period, is there any way to slow down the infection rate of the Black Death virus?"

"Hmph, and that's why I'm a genius, you know?"

Yang Siqi twitched her nose. "Give me two days. I can use the properties of the Skeleton virus source code to craft a Black Death virus suppression program chip. You can bring it back with you when you come to pick up the neural-machine interface."

"Thank you!"

Yang Siqi had truly helped a great deal.

Yang Siqi curled her lip, "Tsk, who wants your thanks? Just bring me more snacks. I'm only helping you because I need you to do something for me in return—you still have to help me retrieve some items from Death Rock later, so we're even."

Su Cheng smiled and nodded.

Although it was a cooperative relationship, she had indeed helped him without reservation, and he would remember that.

"Hang up now. Honestly, dumping so much trouble on me again... Ah, I just want to lie down and eat snacks."

Fretting and running her hands through her hair, Yang Siqi terminated the communication.

Su Cheng let out a slight breath of relief and looked at Zhu Shan'er. "Come find me the day after tomorrow. You've been infected with the Black Death virus, and while I've found a way to control it, it will take time. So for now, we must slow down the virus's infection rate."

"It can be controlled? That's wonderful!"

Scatterbrain clapped his hands, looking overjoyed.

Zhu Shan'er clenched her fists.

What—what incredible prosthetics!

I think I've seen something similar on a poster of the King of Combat, Sergei. Could this be...

An A-grade?!

She looked down at her legs—a complete set!

She knew this must be immensely expensive, far beyond anything she could ever afford.

After all, even that King of Combat only possessed a single prosthetic arm.

Yet the power of that single arm was unstoppable!

It propelled him straight to the throne of the King of Combat, taking him all the way to Future City!

And now, she possessed an entire set!

"Brother Su, I... I don't know how I can ever repay you..."

Zhu Shan'er looked at Su Cheng with mounting emotion. With this set of prosthetics, her hope for revenge was greater than ever!

Originally, she had thought modifying her implants and B-grade combat prosthetics would give her a fighting chance at vengeance.

But once she actually entered the combat arena, she realized that while she was indeed powerful and could crush everyone, she still couldn't even touch the person who had brutally murdered her mother!

Her enemy was stronger, possessing a far higher status!

The world was vast, far larger than she had imagined, and the power of the ruling elite was beyond her imagination!

Su Cheng waved his hand, "No need."

Wasn't he also striving to avenge his parents?

If not for avenging her mother, Zhu Shan'er wouldn't have modified her prosthetics, wouldn't have gone to the combat arena, and certainly wouldn't have been infected with the Black Death virus.

Yet she had no regrets. For the sake of revenge, no matter what happened, she would never regret it!

The hatred of murdered parents could never coexist under the same sky!

"I've already caused Brother Su too much trouble. You don't need to worry about the Black Death virus for my sake. Once I get my revenge, it won't matter even if I turn into a maniac!"

Zhu Shan'er felt she already owed him far too much.

She simply lacked the ability to repay him, and besides, Su Cheng had always looked out for her in the past.

"You silly girl, what are you talking about repaying? He's your brother, I'm your uncle, and I'm his uncle too."

Scatterbrain crossed his arms over his chest. "We're all family, what's all this talk about repaying or not?"

Su Cheng delivered a slap to Scatterbrain's back. This time, equipped with his symbiotic armor, his hand wouldn't hurt at all.

"Ouch, you bastard, you hit me!"

Su Cheng rolled his eyes at him. "When did the girl ever call you uncle? Besides, you don't even have a pain sensation system, what are you pretending for?"

"Even so, you can't hit me. I'm your uncle!"

"You're asking for another beating, aren't you?"

Watching Su Cheng and Scatterbrain bicker, Zhu Shan'er smiled unconsciously.

This time, it wasn't that eerie smile.

...

"Who is this VIP you mentioned?"

The two of them climbed into the car Zhu Shan'er had purchased.

It was vastly superior to his beat-up motorcycle. Combat death-matchants really made a fortune.

"She's a five-star combat death-matchant and one of the top contenders for the championship this season."

Zhu Shan'er said as she drove, "She usually takes good care of me."

The Wasteland Combat Arena held four seasons every year.

Each season lasted three months.

At the end of each season, the King of Combat Tournament was held!

The end of the current season was fast approaching, and just before winter arrived was precisely when the season finale commenced!

Su Cheng frowned slightly. "What's wrong with her prosthetics? The Inner City should have plenty of senior mechanics; I'm only a junior mechanic."

Zhu Shan'er nodded. "The combat arena has the best mechanics in the Inner City, but none of them could solve the problem with her prosthetics. Her prosthetics are somewhat unusual, and nobody recognizes them. But I feel sure Brother Su can figure it out."

Su Cheng pressed his lips together. Nobody recognized them?

He continuously searched his memory for the books left behind by his father, which recorded data on all sorts of prosthetics.

How could a mechanic possibly not recognize a prosthetic limb?