The Frenzied Savior - Chapter 6

He wore a black police uniform adorned with several five-star pendants unique to Country A. He wore heavy gloves, and a weapon that others couldn’t easily obtain was tucked into his waist.

Looking to be in his late forties or fifties, his back remained ramrod straight. Words like “composed,” “refined,” and “authoritative” were often used by his subordinates to describe him. He was the kind of superior who made people feel incredibly secure.

“Director Luo! What are you doing here?”

The captain on the scene was startled when he recognized the newcomer and hurried over.

“I had to come when something this big happened.”

The middle-aged man waved a hand, “Leave things here to me. You all go handle the cleanup. Send a report to my desk by tonight.”

Fu Qingya was growing impatient. He had just salvaged several usable parts and pieces of special metal from the wreckage of Combat Robot No. 28. Right now, he only wanted to rush home and use these materials to build the things he had once abandoned due to a lack of resources.

After the apocalypse began in his past life, Fu Qingya had been placed under emergency protection. That “protection” lasted for decades, right up until his death in the lab while working on the cure for the Spirit-Extinguishing Virus. He had never stepped outside again.

That long life, so vastly different from the present, had caused him to forget that in a time of peace, an incident involving homicide and “special criminals” would inevitably draw the police, followed by lockdowns, investigations, and questioning.

He was simply annoyed that his plans were being delayed by others. “What do you want?”

His eyelids drooped, his sharp brows lowering into an expression of frustration and exhaustion.

The middle-aged Director didn’t get angry. He stood before Fu Qingya with a surprisingly good-natured temperament and pulled out a notebook from behind his back. “Would it be convenient for you to come to the station to give a statement?”

“It’s very important to us.”

Director Luo spoke very politely. The young man before him looked only about seventeen or eighteen, an age known for being hot-headed. Moreover, this boy possessed mysterious abilities far beyond their imagination, so a bit of arrogance and temper was only natural.

If he had appeared perfectly composed, like an old man who had seen it all, the Director might have actually worried about some underlying scheme.

Hearing the words “give a statement,” Fu Qingya’s expression flickered for a moment.

He dug through his deepest memories for a while before remembering how this process worked.

Though he had never intended to interact with the official authorities, whom he remembered as being riddled with leaks like a sieve, Fu Qingya hesitated for a few seconds before eventually nodding his consent.

However, even though he agreed to go to the station, he had no intention of revealing any information regarding the invasion from the A48 Galaxy.

Firstly, the A48 Galaxy had only sent out a few scouts. Their current impression of Earth was that of a low-dimensional world with backward technology, something that could be conquered with minimal force. Thus, the robots sent now were low-level models and were the easiest to deal with.

If the enemy scouts discovered that someone could predict the future and block their path in advance, they would launch a full-scale invasion, bringing endless catastrophe to Earth.

Secondly, without concrete evidence, no one would believe Fu Qingya’s talk of an “apocalypse.” They would only think he was mocking the authorities or was mentally unstable.

Thirdly, and most importantly, Fu Qingya did not trust an official body that hadn’t undergone a screening for mechanical lifeforms. He worried that someone within the government might already be a machine in disguise.

He had been blindsided countless times by robots mimicking human life, and innumerable people had died because of it.

How could he possibly feel at ease?

To ensure everything went according to his plan, Fu Qingya had to eliminate all risks and keep everything to himself.

“So, you’re saying you were just passing by, couldn’t stand the actions of Combat Robot No. 28, and decided to step in out of a sense of justice?”

Director Luo sat across from him and asked. His gaze landed on Fu Qingya’s face with practiced precision.

The young man, barely an adult, remained calm even as he spoke words that were clearly hiding the truth. That calmness even carried a hint of unshakeable indifference, as if it were only natural.

He seemed certain that the authorities wouldn’t force the truth out of him, and that they wouldn’t just refrain from harming him, but would even try to stay on his good side and suppress the news for him.

He trusted Country A’s officials, yet he was guarded against them to a certain degree.

This didn’t look like the reaction of someone dealing with the authorities for the first time. Instead, it was like a seasoned veteran who had dealt with them countless times, someone who knew exactly where the pitfalls were and how to skillfully avoid them.

Yet they had already pulled Fu Qingya’s files. For the past eighteen years, he had been an ordinary teenager. Even if he had amassed a small fortune from parents who were distant but frequently sent money, he was still just an ordinary, lonely “rich second generation” kid.

Actually, that wasn’t quite right. This boy was also a rebellious, lazy genius with an incredibly high IQ. Even at Kyoto No. 1 High School, he could easily take the top spot in his grade. His brilliance was startling.

Having been outmaneuvered by this kid’s silent power play, Director Luo, who had never felt this frustrated except when dealing with his own troublesome son, nodded with a smile.

“We are very grateful for your help. We will present you with a banner later and make sure you’re officially commended.”

“Now, I have one more question.”

“How exactly did you use a thin scalpel to dismantle a No. 28 combat robot that even bullets couldn’t destroy? And how did you manage to remain unharmed after falling from several hundred meters up in the air?”

The remains of Robot No. 28 from the scene had already been sent to the lab. According to the report received moments ago, the thing’s mechanical skin was incredibly hard. They had fired nearly a hundred bullets at a single spot just to leave a visible mark.

Yet, according to the scene’s footage and the statements from victims and witnesses, Fu Qingya had used nothing but a scalpel to easily cut and dismantle that hard exterior. He had even used that scalpel to destroy the robot’s even tougher internal frame.

This was inherently incredible, miraculous, and astonishing.

If not for his records over the last eighteen years, his ability to walk away from a hundred-meter drop would have made them think he was some sort of immortal or a member of a mysterious, legendary superhuman organization.

Fu Qingya felt drowsy. Having been delayed from morning until afternoon without “rest,” his body was issuing a strong protest, urging him to quickly settle his abnormal brainwaves, which were several times more active than usual.

“It’s a special metal creation I researched. Its hardness and sharpness far exceed anything currently in existence.”

He placed his hand on his right wrist and brushed over it. The paper-thin scalpel was caught between two fingers and tossed onto the table.

The sharp blade accidentally grazed the iron tabletop, and a perfectly clean gash suddenly appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Director Luo’s pupils constricted. This thing was so thin it was translucent, yet it could cut through an iron table with ease, leaving such a neat edge. This meant the scalpel possessed a hardness far beyond steel and an extreme offensive capability.

But…

Director Luo took a few seconds to react. He carefully picked up the scalpel to examine it. After confirming the material was indeed extraordinary, his gaze toward Fu Qingya couldn’t help but reveal shock and hesitation.

“A new metal creation… developed by you?”

The kid in front of him had just turned eighteen. It was truly hard to believe he could create such a special metal on his own, or perhaps the item wasn’t exactly what he claimed it to be…

Various guesses and thoughts flashed through his mind. Fu Qingya watched with satisfaction as the pensive Director Luo became completely absorbed by the scalpel, forgetting to follow up on how he had survived the fall.

Fu Qingya propped his chin on one hand, his eyes half-closed with a weary expression. “Yes, that’s it. Any more questions?”

“If not, I’m going home to sleep.”

He looked truly exhausted. His cold, handsome features were bunched up from sleepiness, and his eyes were unfocused.

Director Luo, still turning the scalpel over in his hands, shook his head at Fu Qingya with a mix of helplessness and apology. “We’ve asked everything we needed to. You’re free to go.”

“Thank you for your hard work today.”

Fu Qingya’s furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he looked a bit more awake. He pulled back his hand, stood up, and turned to leave.

As he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and looked back at Director Luo.

“By the way, even though this thing is mine…”

Director Luo realized what he meant and reluctantly moved to hand the item back to Fu Qingya.

“I’m giving it to you now.”

Director Luo froze. His outstretched hand stayed mid-air, not knowing whether to continue forward or pull back.

Fu Qingya curled his lips into a smirk, feeling quite good, and walked away.

“Director Luo! He hasn’t said”

A police officer behind him opened his mouth to remind the Director that Fu Qingya had just dodged a question, but he was silenced by a single look from his superior.