The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 164 Interlude

The man in the wheelchair was about to ask something when his expression suddenly changed... Although his complexion was not good to begin with, it was now as white as paper.

Seeing that the other person was about to say something, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his face the next moment, accumulating more and more until his forehead and temples were covered in sweat. The man in military uniform hurriedly wanted to go over to check, but saw that the other person's bony wrists were hanging on his legs, and his fingertips were weak and drooping down to the back of his knees.

The man's kneecaps were completely hollow below his kneecaps, both of them, and his trouser legs were also hollow below his calves, barely managing to land on the footrests as he rode the mechanical wheelchair.

In modern times, this would be considered a normal occurrence, at most a misfortune in life. But in interstellar space, it would be quite unusual.

In a world where technology and bioengineering have reached such a high level, the regeneration of severed limbs is not a far-fetched idea.

While the cost is indeed prohibitive, and the replacement is not original, there will inevitably be some incompatibility issues, a long recovery period, and the need for regular injections of maintenance solution to prolong its effectiveness. Otherwise, it might need to be replaced in less than twenty or thirty years.

Moreover, even if it's due to price or other reasons, there are semi-mechanical, semi-biological prostheses that can be installed, which are indistinguishable from real ones, and some functional prostheses can even be customized according to needs.

In short, people with physical disabilities are very rare in interstellar space, and there are corresponding treatments for all kinds of terminal illnesses. Apart from congenital genetic diseases and diseases caused by certain biological toxins, there are basically no incurable diseases in interstellar space.

Not to mention that the young man was qualified to sit in the privileged seat arranged by the school, his seemingly simple mechanical wheelchair was obviously a high-end product handcrafted by a mecha master, with even the wheels made of hexapeptide alloy used only in the manufacture of high-level mecha.

How could someone like this not have the money for limb replantation? Judging from his terminal illness, his body probably doesn't support limb transplantation, so he can only remain in this disabled state.

The man in military uniform knew exactly where he was feeling unwell, and even now he couldn't believe that the once powerful man had become so frail and crippled. But that was the truth.

The man in military uniform was about to squat down to check on his superior when he seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped abruptly. In the end, he could only suppress the bitterness in his heart and ask softly, "If you're not feeling well, would you like me to take you home first? Xiao Wen can come and pick him up later."

The man in the wheelchair remained silent for a while, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Just as the man in military uniform was about to make the decision for him, he weakly said, "It's an old problem, and today... it doesn't hurt that much."

It doesn't hurt, but it still hurts.

Knowing the root cause of the other person's current misery and disability, and watching them weaken day by day, the young man understood their suffering better than anyone else. Tragically, however, he was powerless to help or offer any comfort, and could only watch helplessly.

Just looking at him made him feel a deep sadness. So how sad would you be...?

"Alright, I rarely get to come out. Don't let me leave disappointed."

“Besides, I promised that kid I’d come to see him. That guy is incredibly stubborn. He’s been making a huge fuss for the past month trying to get me to come, and all the housework he promised to do has been more of a hindrance than a help. Even the housekeeper can’t stand it. If he just turns around and goes back, I don’t know what kind of tantrum he’ll throw.” The sickly man in the wheelchair seemed to be quite dissatisfied with the “kid” he was talking about, but his tone was so affectionate and full of undeniable tenderness.

The affection he felt was almost palpable. The military man, who had been looking somber since earlier, couldn't help but smile with a hint of helplessness upon hearing this: "I never expected Xiao Wen to grow up to be so lively. You must have had quite a few headaches over the years; time flies by so quickly."

"Yes, it's incredibly annoying, but thankfully he's finally reached this age. If he doesn't grow up soon, I'll soon be unable to resist sending him back to the capital star system to be raised by his maternal grandfather." The man said with a laugh, while helplessly pressing his forehead. His frail and emaciated features unexpectedly revealed a hint of former charm beneath that smile.

"Him... It's been two weeks already, and he's still not eliminated. Looks like he's had good luck this time. I thought he'd only last half a week."

"How can you talk about your own child like that? It shouldn't be just half a week. You must have some misunderstanding about that child. He is, after all, your child."

Your child is a descendant of the legendary creator of an empire.

Unexpectedly, the sickly man waved his hand and said, "I know him too. He's of average talent, carefree, and cowardly. His only redeeming quality is his mental strength. What can he do? He can't do anything well. But... it's alright." Although he was constantly belittling and scrutinizing him, there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes, as if this was his lifelong wish.

The more they listened, the more absurd it became. Seeing the other person's brows furrow and gradually drift into a past memory, the person next to them had a bad feeling and was eager to find something vivid to immediately divert the other person's attention.

Suddenly, the screen broadcasting on their side switched to a certain viewpoint, and the man in military uniform's eyes lit up. He quickly reminded the person next to him to take a look.

—A five-person squad is in the center of the screen.

Two hours had passed in the orienteering race before we knew it. During this time, people were constantly being eliminated, and the number of eliminations reached an extremely high level in both the general and military specialty areas.

However, as time went by, after experiencing the test of a chaotic battle where no one was prepared, most of those who remained were people with a bit of shrewdness. The hotheads and those who couldn't adjust themselves well were almost always eliminated at the beginning.

They gradually realized that continuing this chaotic fighting was detrimental to the overall situation and rendered the exercise meaningless.

Only after leaving the initial chaotic and entangled battle zone did they gradually enter this "hunting" game.

Obviously, individual strength is limited, and finding reliable teammates to form a team to share combat power and share the burden of "life" is the best choice.

Within just two weeks, numerous squads sprang up like mushrooms after rain on the training ground, and there were even combined squads formed by combining several squads.

Those who have formed teams on the list are distinguished by having a number appended to their name.

(End of this chapter)