Chapter 1922: Chapter 1922

The officer walked up to the bedside and asked gravely, while the boy on the bed, referred to as "Little Yang" by the officer, turned his head and smiled at him.

The flesh on the boy’s face was twisted together, with lumps of tumors growing on his forehead, trembling slightly with his facial expressions, looking particularly disgusting and very ugly!

Of course, this was caused by the forced transformation into a new human due to consuming large amounts of Evolution Crystals.

"Dad, you know, I have no other choice."

"..." Hearing this, the officer’s expression turned somber, and after a long silence, he asked, "Aren’t you afraid?"

The boy was nonchalant, and said with ease, "What’s there to be afraid of? I’m feeling worse than dead, yet I’m still alive, Dad..." Seeing the sorrow on the officer’s face, the boy hesitated for a moment.

"Hmm? You speak, I listen."

"Thank you..." the boy continued.

"But, I don’t want to be under your protection anymore..."

"You’ve done enough for me, I’ve grown up, but regretfully... in this era, I’ve lost the qualification to protect you, that mech... is despair for others, but dear dad, you should know, it’s an opportunity for me! An opportunity that you can’t achieve without breaking your back!"

"I don’t want to feel helpless every time I see you in crisis, what’s needed is not your constant protection, I want what everyone else has, hands... legs..." Read full story at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽

"I really... I really want it more than anyone! But, but... in this life... I missed the chance... if you let me have hands and legs again, I’m willing! Willing to pay any price, even my life!"

"Dad, let me, let me protect you for once..."

The boy’s tone carried a plea, but the officer kept silent, gripping the boy’s crippled arm tightly, unwilling to let go.

This was his child, who originally was a normal person with hands and feet, and the reason for losing limbs was due to the gradual exhaustion of survival resources during the mid-period before the Apocalypse. To obtain resources normally, they first had to pass through the hordes of zombies, and even then, it wasn’t certain they’d get useful supplies!

It was too dangerous, the effort and gain were completely disproportionate. Helplessly, the officer at that time could only choose to steal supplies from a survivor group upstairs.

But unfortunately, they were caught, and that was when his child, the boy named "Little Yang" in front of him, was chopped off all limbs by that group of survivors, becoming a cripple!

But fortune and misfortune are intertwined, perhaps watching helplessly as his child was hacked off both hands and feet, his anger clouded all his rationality, while breaking the shackles fixed on him. He transformed from a normal person into a genuine new human!

But what use is it, though he indeed became stronger, he wasn’t able to reattach his child’s severed limbs.

Even when the Apocalypse came to a later stage, he evolved from a Level 1 New Human to a Level 7 New Human Powerhouse. No matter where, he had a social status others couldn’t even imagine, but what’s the point? He still couldn’t find a way to restore his child’s limbs.

To make him grow new limbs, he even fed Little Yang the Evolution Crystals, trying to trigger regeneration after becoming a new human, which is also the reason why Little Yang’s appearance became so ugly.

The officer clenched the boy’s hand, not knowing how to reply to his words, or perhaps he couldn’t speak at all!

Because he knew clearly, this was his child’s only wish left!

He choked, and finally, after it all, could only nod: "You’re right... you’ve grown up, some things should indeed be shouldered by you, I..." Speaking halfway, the officer fell silent.

"Dad..." The boy struggled to turn his body, first trying to touch the other with his hands, but with no arms, how could he touch?

The officer, at this moment, had stood up. Suppressing the sadness inside, he spoke to those outside: "Go ahead."

Quickly, two soldiers wearing Yunxia Base Group Army uniforms ran inside, offering the highest respect to the officer, then cautiously lifted the bed where the boy lay, heading outside, toward the long ladder, approaching the gigantic black mech atop.

The officer watched dumbly as the shadows of these two officers gradually disappeared, tears uncontrollably streaking down his somewhat worn face, as he difficultly raised his arm, waving towards the front.

"Goodbye... my child..."

The boy on the bed closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at his father’s face, tears trickling from the corners of his eyes, dampening the pillow.

In this way, with the help of the two soldiers, the boy entered the mech, secured inside the cockpit just large enough to accommodate an adult.

The two soldiers busied themselves, as all the surrounding red lights turned green. The next second, a tech-inspired punk helmet popped out from the boy’s head, one soldier casually tugged it down, seriously asking the boy: "Are you ready?"

Hearing the words, the boy opened his eyes, expressionless, and said: "Ready."

"Alright then." The soldier nodded, helping the boy put on the helmet, then the boy asked: "By the way, what’s the situation up there?"

"There’re nine Level 8 zombies, once up, you must face at least eight of them at once."

"Do you think I have a chance?"

"That’s a question you should ask yourself. If you’re worried about the mech’s quality, rest assured, this thing is born from everyone’s full dedication; even Level 8 zombies will find it hard to damage it. As long as you have courage, you can defeat them!"

"Courage..." The boy chuckled self-deprecatingly, at this point, perhaps what he lacked the least was courage...

Seeing the smile on his face, the two soldiers exchanged a glance, then after a silent moment, one soldier reminded: "Consider it carefully, once choosing to pilot this mech, it will overdraft your body to forcibly develop your potential; by then you will have the ability to fight multiple Level 8 zombies, but simultaneously, it will cause irreversible damage to your body!"

"I don’t know how long you can hold out, but after the battle, you too will die!"

The soldier wasn’t joking, piloting this mech means fighting at the cost of life! Every word they said was very serious!

And the boy remained unmoved, merely expressing gratitude: "Thanks for the reminder, but for me, this is a rare opportunity, let me, be crazy one last time..."