The Frenzied Savior - Chapter 39

“Super-Spirit Toxin.”

The prosthetic eye’s predictive system analyzed the incoming object 0.0002 seconds before impact. Fu Qingya, who should have maneuvered to avoid a lethal blow, showed a flash of grim determination. He forcibly shifted his slightly tilted body back into the path of the strike.

Luo Mingyuan sensed something hurtling toward Fu Qingya, but he couldn’t track it. Seeing that Fu Qingya wasn’t dodging, his eyes nearly split with desperation.

Puchi—

The sound of metal piercing flesh was magnified a thousand times in his ears. Luo Mingyuan felt his head explode with a deafening buzz, and the world before him shattered into disjointed fragments of color. He blinked, his movements sluggish and dazed.

Stumbling toward the young man, Luo Mingyuan, who usually remained unshakeable even if the sky fell, wore a look of pure, raw terror for the first time.

“Oh my God! He’s hurt! What do we do? The doctor who was saving everyone has been attacked…”

“Is that creepy thing dealt with? Will it come for my child next? If it’s not dead and the doctor is down, what’s going to happen to our kids?”

“Where are the doctors? Call for help, now!”

“Ahhh! The blood!”

Behind the monitors, the family members watching the feed were spiraling into panic. The sounds of frantic footsteps and screams erupted, yet their eyes remained glued to the screen, fixed on the boy still standing in the center of the hall. Deep within those terrified eyes lay a desperate plea and a sliver of hope.

“Quick! Arrange a special escort for the country’s top cardiac surgeons immediately!”

Huo Zhimin’s expression turned icy cold. His face darkened as he barked orders to the captain of the Armed Police standing by.

The captain, consumed by guilt for his inability to prevent the tragedy, had already snatched up his phone to call his subordinates.

“Medical personnel have been summoned. We’ve arranged a direct escort to get them here as fast as humanly possible.”

Huo Zhimin forced himself to calm down, his sharp eyes returning to the large screen.

On the display, the boy finally turned around. He lifted his head, revealing a face that remained unnervingly calm.

“Good heavens—”

When the families saw his current state, someone let out a muffled scream of horror.

Fu Qingya looked ghastly. A black-gold blade, two fingers wide, was buried deep in his chest right where his heart was, nearly skewering him through. Blood cascaded down the blade, staining half of his body crimson. It was a sight that would have scared anyone half to death.

Yet, as the victim of this impalement, Fu Qingya appeared strangely exhilarated.

He gripped the hilt with one hand, whispering a string of obscure, unintelligible numbers.

Luo Mingyuan, now at his side, realized something, and his pupils shrank to pinpricks.

“Wait!”

In the next second, Fu Qingya tightened his grip and shoved the blade even deeper into his heart.

“Ahhh! Stop it!”

This near-insane act caused the family members watching the surveillance to shriek in terror. Their eyes were filled with disbelief and dread. How could someone, under the gaze of so many, commit what looked like suicide?

The guilt-ridden police captain stood frozen in shock. He looked toward the Head of State for guidance, but even Huo Zhimin, a man who had never faltered in his life, was too stunned to speak. He maintained a facade of composure, but the steady confidence in his wise eyes had vanished.

Fu Qingya’s sudden action had paralyzed everyone.

“What… what is he doing? Stabbing himself like that, his heart must be pierced. The pain has to be beyond human endurance, not even the most deranged criminal would do this while conscious. Is he poisoned? Under some kind of control?”

The Armed Police officers, protecting the terrified patients, whispered to their comrades in a daze.

“I… I don’t know…” a young officer replied, his voice trembling.

“He’s mad, everything’s gone mad…”

Staring at the blood-soaked blade in Fu Qingya’s chest, the officer felt a growing sense of horror. What on earth were those mechanical spiders? They were everywhere, impossible to kill with conventional means, capable of using formations, and now they were launching sneak attacks.

For the first time, these frontline veterans felt completely useless, forced to watch from the sidelines like bystanders. If it weren’t for their ingrained military discipline, the frustrated officers would have charged out to fight those spiders to the death, regardless of the cost.

“Fu Qingya! Stop!”

His hand trembling, Luo Mingyuan reached out and grabbed Fu Qingya’s straining hand.

The moment their skin met, Luo Mingyuan realized that Fu Qingya was shaking uncontrollably. As someone who was frequently injured, Luo Mingyuan recognized that tremor. It was a physiological reaction, a result of pain reaching the absolute limit of physical endurance, held back only by sheer force of will.

Fu Qingya wasn’t immune to the pain, he was feeling it to the extreme.

Yet, even when Luo Mingyuan tried to stop him, Fu Qingya refused with unwavering resolve. Luo Mingyuan met his eyes, those once calm, detached eyes were now filled with a terrifying finality and the glint of a mad gamble.

Luo Mingyuan’s hand slumped. He let go.

Fu Qingya pushed again, driving the black-gold blade, pulsing with violent energy, completely into his body.

The moment his heart was pierced, Fu Qingya “saw” his DNA strands collapse under the assault of the “Super-Spirit Toxin,” a gene-destroying agent. Agony, comparable to having his body shredded into pieces, swept through his fragile frame. He bit his lip so hard it bled.

Tens of thousands of genetic nebulae were crushed into dust. Blood began to seep slowly from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Any ordinary person would have been reduced to a pool of blood instantly under such an attack. But Fu Qingya, enduring the transcendental agony, used his mutated mental power to forcibly trap his crumbling genetics within his body.

Seeing Fu Qingya nearly covered in blood, Luo Mingyuan, trusting that the boy had a plan, didn’t dare move for fear of ruining everything with a misplaced gesture of help. He stood there, his eyes burning a fierce, pained red.

Suddenly, Fu Qingya staggered backward. Luo Mingyuan caught him instantly, cradling him with agonizing care.

Fu Qingya could no longer spare any attention for the outside world.

Drenched in blood, his face ghostly pale, he drove his mental power to its absolute limit, ignoring the depletion of his brain’s capacity and the sheer insanity of the act.

“Not broken enough.”

He quickly identified the problem. His mental filaments were forcibly split again, plunging into the genetic ruins to spin at high speeds. Using the energy of the gene-destroying toxin, he began to grind the powdered DNA strands even finer.

The blood from his mouth flowed more heavily now. Luo Mingyuan was at a loss. He didn’t dare move Fu Qingya, yet as he watched the boy’s body spasm and heard the muffled groans of a body at its breaking point, he felt a frantic mix of anxiety and helplessness.

Seeing the blood staining Fu Qingya’s thin chin and pale neck, a flash of grim determination crossed Luo Mingyuan’s eyes. He carefully leaned Fu Qingya against himself, freed a hand to tilt the boy’s chin up, and then pressed the back of his own hand against Fu Qingya’s lips.

Fu Qingya, reflexively biting his lip to manage the pain, bit down on Luo Mingyuan’s hand instead.

A sharp pain shot through him, but Luo Mingyuan didn’t flinch. He continued to hold Fu Qingya, his eyes burning as he watched over him.

“Luo Mingyuan, he…”

The Captain of the Armed Police frowned at the scene. Luo Mingyuan had moved so fast that even Luo Tianqi hadn’t reacted. As Luo Mingyuan’s older brother, Tianqi knew his brother’s temperament well. Seeing him switch from trying to stop Fu Qingya to protecting him with such intensity in just a few minutes, he felt a surge of unease.

Luo Mingyuan’s emotions were spiraling.

“Luo Mingyuan and young Fu have worked together for a while. They’ve faced life-and-death situations together, they are comrades who have shared the brink,” Huo Zhimin explained to the confused captain beside him.

Though Huo Zhimin was worried about Luo Mingyuan’s actions, he had to admit it was the only way to keep Fu Qingya from further harming himself. At this stage, Fu Qingya’s body couldn’t take any more damage, even if it was self-inflicted.

Huo Zhimin’s eyes flickered with concern. He kept a sharp watch on Fu Qingya for any change while simultaneously ordering the medical staff, who had arrived in a hurry, to stand by in the hall.

With his experience, he could see that Fu Qingya was in a precarious state. He was like a string pulled too tight, liable to snap at any moment.

Realizing the danger and complexity of this “A48 Galaxy” power, and knowing Fu Qingya was the only lead they had, Huo Zhimin, both as a leader and an elder refused to let anything happen to him.

As the DNA strands were finally ground into the perfect shape, a streak of ruthlessness flashed through Fu Qingya’s mind.

“Here goes—”

He forcibly drove countless withered mental filaments. He clearly saw his genetic mitochondria undergoing a quantum leap. The violent, destructive energy was instantaneously reversed. Telomerase began to divide rapidly, and the mental filaments forced the components to reassemble into spiral, golden patterns.

The A48 vanguard soldier who had designed this trap would never have imagined someone would be mad enough to use a gene-destruction toxin to voluntarily destroy their own DNA, then reverse the energy to perform a multi-dimensional genetic reconstruction.

A pain a hundred times more intense than before slammed into him. Fu Qingya’s vision blurred. The risk of his consciousness detaching from his physical body rose like a tidal wave, battering his overextended mental capacity.

He no longer had the strength to bite. He let go of Luo Mingyuan’s bloodied hand, and a broken cry of agony finally escaped him.

His strength was spent. Even though the pain was extreme, the cry was so faint that even Luo Mingyuan, pressed tightly against him, had to strain to hear it.

Luo Mingyuan’s heart leaped into his throat. Negative emotions piled up inside him, yet his face remained a blank mask of rigid tension.

Fu Qingya’s appearance didn’t just terrify Luo Mingyuan, it horrified the onlookers. Faint sobs broke out among the crowd. By now, no one cared about the mechanical spiders that had collapsed and ceased to move.

“Doctor!”

Huo Zhimin could no longer sit still. Fu Qingya’s life force was fading rapidly. He discarded his previous logic of not interfering and ordered the medical team to move in.

Just then, Luo Mingyuan barked a command that stopped the medics in their tracks.

“Luo Mingyuan, now is not the time to be stubborn!”

Luo Tianqi, who had rushed over with the medical team, shouted with a cold face. But then, a flash of blue light darted past his vision.

Luo Tianqi froze.

Fu Qingya suddenly snapped his eyes open.

Luo Mingyuan saw a fleeting, nebula-like green glow shimmering deep within those eyes.

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