While Lu Li was organizing information from The Immortality Club, a world-shocking event was about to unfold ten thousand kilometers away in the Beautiful Country.
At this time, it was 5 PM in the Republic calendar, and 4 AM in the City of Reform, Big Apple City.
Three kilometers from Manhattan's Big Apple City University, in a small and messy rental apartment…
This was a filthy little room, with only a 1.2-meter-wide bed and several computers.
The cold glow of computer screens lit up the room.
In front of the desk sat a skinny white teenage boy with blond hair, his whole body slumped into the chair. His face was pale, drained of all color. His eyes sparkled with intensity—yet also with madness.
His fingers tapped away at the keyboard nonstop.
The clicking of the keys echoed throughout the room.
On every screen in the room, rows upon rows of dense code flashed with his input.
Green and red indicator lights blinked continuously…
Suddenly, his movements froze. Pain twisted across his face. The veins on his forehead bulged. His arm began to spasm uncontrollably.
He reached toward the desk, groping for something…
His fingers touched several medicine bottles. Just as he was about to grab one, a sharp spasm made his arm jerk forward!
Clatter!
The bottles toppled, and pills spilled everywhere.
The blond boy collapsed from the chair, hair in disarray, looking like a lunatic. He grabbed a few pills off the floor and shoved them into his mouth.
No water—he swallowed them dry.
After a moment, he gasped for breath, as if he'd just crawled back from death's door.
Struggling, he climbed back into his seat and, with trembling hands, resumed typing.
"I-will-die! I'm going to die…"
There was madness in his eyes, a hysterical desperation. His voice was hoarse, whispering to himself.
This boy was named Robert Tapan Morris, an unknown genius in supercomputing—who also happened to be a terminal bone cancer patient with a death sentence already issued.
Before dying, Morris wanted to do something big. He wanted the entire United States to know his name and be shocked by his existence—so that his life would not be in vain!
"Hahaha…"
In the room, he clenched his teeth against the pain racking his body, letting out a twisted laugh amid heavy, labored breaths.
…
Lu Li knew nothing of what was about to happen in Big Apple City.
He was just sitting on a balcony, holding the medical report that Peng Hao had handed him after his full-body checkup.
"What did the doctor say?"
Lu Li asked calmly, eyes scanning the report.
Peng Hao stood beside him, his expression filled with excitement and disbelief.
"Dean Yan Fuqing personally reviewed my results. He was shocked by my bloodwork and scans. He said my body is essentially healthy now. The residual cancer cells are being constantly cleared out by my immune system…"
Peng Hao answered solemnly.
"That's good."
"Congratulations."
Lu Li folded the report and looked at Peng Hao. He reached out and gave his shoulder a pat, smiling.
Peng Hao's eyes reddened with emotion.
Back then, he had left home after being diagnosed with acute leukemia, not wanting to be a burden to his family. He never imagined he'd survive.
Wiping his eyes, Peng Hao stepped back, then dropped to his knees in front of Lu Li again, bowing three times with loud thuds.
His forehead turned red and swollen.
"Get up."
Lu Li glanced out the window and noticed a tall young man with a military bearing approaching, carrying a small bag and walking up the path toward the old building.
Lu Li turned to Peng Hao and said:
"I found you an instructor. In the days to come, you'll learn combat, military tactics, firearms, and security skills from him."
"After each day's training, you'll enter a one-hundred-times time-acceleration state for a second round of practice…"
"So I expect you to master everything as quickly as possible."
As he spoke, Lu Li walked to the edge of the balcony, hands on the railing, looking out at the buildings below. With his back to Peng Hao, he said:
"Don't disappoint me."
"I promise you I won't!"
Peng Hao stood straight, face solemn, and shouted with conviction.
…
As the young man reached the iron gate, Lu Li led Peng Hao down the stairs.
Peng Hao walked through the garden and opened the gate, welcoming the young man with the military aura.
"Mr. Lu, I'm Zhang Xiao. At your service!"
The young man approached Lu Li, set down his bag, stood upright, and announced with solemnity.
"Hello, Zhang Xiao."
Lu Li reached out and smiled as they shook hands.
"This is Peng Hao, a close brother of mine. He'll be training under you in every skill…"
"Don't hold back. Train him as rigorously as you were trained."
Lu Li said, patting Peng Hao's shoulder.
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