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Yuyu: Author! Come let's talk. I promise I won't hit this hammer on your head. GIVE ME BACK MY FANG ROUMING!!!! š¢š¢š¢š¢š¢š¢
thINKer: Fangās only crime was that he was too good for the world.Ā
Chen Liu stirred. Darkness gave way to a blurry light, then a sensation. Something heavy pinned him down. It was the corpse of the seven-star zombie, still with a dagger in its skull. Iām alive. His face was a blush of relief, disbelief, and gratefulness. Grunting, he shoved the corpse off, dizziness crashing over him. The blood loss had taken most of his strength. Neckās scabbed, but one wrong moveā¦ he thought, his jaw clenching with caution. The fight upstairsāhad they won? No, or Iād be with them, he realised, his chest tightening with dread. The zombieās presence likely kept others at bay.
He wrapped his neck in bandages, grabbed his axe, and staggered to the second floor. Corpses of humans and zombies littered the path like red droppings. Before he could recover from the shock, Chen Liu heard sounds of struggle echoing from a room on the left. Inside, Fang Ruoming grappled a zombie, while its jaws snapped desperately. A five-star corpse lay nearby. Whyās he here? Chen Liu thought, his heart sinking.
āFang!ā he shouted, his voice hoarse. Fang didnāt respond, muttering, āGrandpa, Grandpaā¦ā his face twisted with madness. No, Chen Liu thought, his eyes widening with horror. Is this Fangās grandfather? He rushed forward, axe cleaving the zombieās skull. Fang clutched the body, crying, āGrandpa!ā His face was contorted with grief.
āSnap out of it!ā Chen Liu roared, gripping Fangās shoulders, his face fierce with urgency. āHeās a zombieāheās gone!ā Fang blinked, awareness flickering. āCaptainā¦ youāre alive?ā he rasped, coughing, his face had the pale colour of death. Chen Liuās stomach droppedāa gaping wound split Fangās abdomen, entrails spilling. Regenerationās not enough, he thought, his face heavy with despair.
āIām dying,ā Fang said, a faint smile breaking through, his eyes dim. āDying by Grandpaās handā¦ Iām okay with it.ā Chen Liuās chest achedāFang was his first ally, his friend. Not him, he lamented. H refused to accept it. āNo. Youāre not dying,ā he growled, yanking the zombieās crystal and pressing it into Fangās hand. āAbsorb it! You can survive!ā
āUseless,ā Fang whispered. āOrgans are gone. Shameā¦ never made my mark with this power.ā Chen Liuās jaw tightenedāregeneration was a rare gift with vast potential. Reborn from a drop of blood, he thought, his eyes darkening with regret. āI can carry your power,ā he said, voice low. āWill you let me?ā
Fangās eyes sparked faintly. āHow?ā Chen Liu revealed his copying ability. āAmazing,ā Fang said, his smile weak but warm. āLet my power live through you, Captain. Then I didnāt die for nothing.ā Chen Liu nodded and requested, āOpen your consciousness.ā
Fang closed his eyes, face calm. Chen Liu shut the door, sat opposite, and placed a hand on Fangās forehead, activating his copy ability. A strand of spiritual energy slipped into Fangās mind, wrapping his power seed. No resistanceāhe trusts me, Chen Liu thought. The regeneration abilityās structure unravelled, copied into his own seed-like code.
His consciousness sea churned. The loss was permanentāmeditation couldnāt recover it. Copyingās costly, he realised, his brow furrowing. His seed doubled, then splitāone primary, one orbiting: regeneration. Warm energy surged, healing his wounds and boosting his physique. Physical-type power, he thought, his eyes widening with awe. The process took ten minutes.
He opened his eyes. Fangās were closed, a serene smile frozen on his face. He was finally at peace, scared no more.Ā