Legend of the Cyber Heroes-Chapter 36 - Green Forest Memories

36: Chapter 36 Green Forest Memories

36 -36 Green Forest Memories

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This is a memory about “violence.”

Although these files are damaged, the images are full of snow noise, and noise dots are everywhere.

Even the accompanying audio has deteriorated.

But blood vessels and flames, maniacal laughter and screams can still be accurately recognized by the biological brain.

This is a memory about “harm.”

Fistfights, combat fighting, weapon fights, deathmatches…

Overwhelming victories, great triumphs, major victories, easy wins, minor victories, hard-fought successes…

Bloody battles, duels, fierce fights, tough battles…

And defeats, frustrations, broken weapons…

As well as disastrous defeats, disastrous defeats, disastrous defeats, disastrous defeats…

The kind of disastrous defeat where only one life is left.

Undoubtedly, all of these are very interesting.

And the accompanying killings.

In fair duels, embedding weapons into the skulls of enemies.

Using ambush to destroy the enemy’s power structure.

In desperate situations, disabling the enemy’s sensory prosthetic body to make a last stand counterattack.

In the mud, depleting the enemy’s energy reserves and finally chopping off their head with one stroke.

Ah, of course, not just enemies but also those “prey.”

Men, women, old people, children, lowly people, nobles…

Violate them.

Violate them.

Violate them.

Those weak men can be turned into construction machinery or defense turrets.

Women can be made into high-class dolls or breeding machines.

The memories of old people can be collected into databases, children’s use is minimal, but they can supplement organic matter.

And, and…

destroying those properties that can’t be carried, letting the crystallization of human labor be insulted and negated in my hands!

Good, good, good…

When hungry, eat, when sleepy, sleep, when wanting something, snatch it, when impatient, kill.

What does the majesty of “Yawgmoth” have to do with us?

This is the best era.

We are all free people.

Free…

——Go to hell!

Is this what you call freedom?

A huge “error” covered the sight.

Xiang Shan’s emotional fluctuations were too intense.

The driver chip read the command and terminated the reading of the memory.

Xiang Shan’s vision returned.

This place is a mountain of garbage, the source of resources that Recycling Station Town relies on for survival.

Apart from the garbage that has been added in recent years, the majority of the garbage here is left over from the so-called “Sublimation Wars.”

This should be the wreckage of a warship.

Xiang Shan did not know which part it was supposed to be, but this large metal plate indeed formed a semi-enclosed space, meaning one does not worry about sand falling into one’s “skull.”

After all, cleaning this area is quite troublesome.

Even if the dustproof technology of this era is advanced, it is still not possible to completely ignore dust.

Moreover, for some reason, Xiang Shan had rarely seen any creatures other than humans up to now.

This spared him the work of “insect proofing.”

If bugs got into the brain, then working would really be impossible.

Xiang Shan carefully unplugged the data cable from his head and then closed his skull.

These unstable gadgets could not remain inside his cranial cavity.

If Xiang Shan were to fight, there would inevitably be situations with sudden substantial changes in speed.

That acceleration could cause hardware like data cables that were not properly fixed to swing around inside the cranial cavity, ultimately leading to damage to the biological brain.

The data cable was connected to Dr.

Schultz’s repair terminal.

The doctor seemed to have really forgotten that he had lent out such a thing.

On the back of this terminal was connected a memory storage hard drive.

That was Lev’s memory.

Xiang Shan wanted to hold his temples.

But he quickly realized that he didn’t have any biological skin on his head, not to talk of nerve bundles or blood vessels.

He simply wasn’t able to relieve stress through such action.

In the end, Xiang Shan shook his head.

——This was still the result of damage to the memory storage device.

The principle of a hard drive is to record data by flipping magnetization.

Simply put, inside a hard drive, there are countless tiny magnets.

These magnetic particles will flip the direction of their magnetic poles due to the injected electric current.

If no new electromagnetic force is introduced, then that direction is fixed.

For machines, the “direction” of the magnetic poles represents either “0” or “1.”

“0” and “1” are the “everything” of machines.

To increase the storage capacity of a hard drive, one must either increase the physical size of the hard drive or decrease the size of the magnetic particles.

Reducing the size of the magnetic particles is greatly beneficial for increasing density, but it also has a side effect: the particles become more susceptible to external forces.

Injecting energy can disrupt these magnetic particles.

High temperatures and kinetic energy can both accomplish this.

Xiang Shan remembered that there was even a martial art that, upon locating an enemy’s memory storage device, could inject a high-frequency shockwave there to destroy the enemy’s memory—this was precisely the principle of the “Zhou Po Chong Fist.”

Because of the command to burn out the chips, the storage devices in close proximity to the chips were also affected.

Also, Xiang Shan’s attack that killed Lev had impacted these hard drives.

Thus, this memory also brought a tremendous shock to Xiang Shan.

The memories of Lev, compared to those of Will, were truly each disgusting in their own right.

The giant man’s memory wasn’t just his own, it also included that of the Bandit Gang he belonged to, the “Z Organization.”

The massive violent memories of the Bandit Gang were shared among each person.

This bunch of scum truly found joy in it.

Even if you couldn’t, after being flooded with so many memories, you should be able to.

This was how they grew their numbers.

Every person who joined would receive this type of collective memory.

If you weren’t insane after accepting these memories, then you and those scums naturally became brothers.

You knew the joys and sorrows of those “brothers,” and you shared the “deliciousness” of violence with each other.

And these heroes of the Green Forest Path, wanting to recruit the heroes of Jianghu, even the nobles who were Civilization Protectors to “join their fortress,” would adopt this form.

They would implant their collective memories into the brains of the “worthy men” they valued.

“No wonder they dared to invite me to join…” Xiang Shan felt stifled, but didn’t have any way to vent.

The emotions of the Green Forest Path were not under one’s own control.

The “emotions” in these collective memories were so intense that even the thoughts of the readers thereafter would be influenced by them.

It was like becoming addicted to the drug of “violence.”

Indeed, there were still a few who were not affected by the “emotions” within, who could control themselves, who didn’t feel affection for those men whose joy and anger they already knew, and who still managed to wipe out an entire fortress full of bandits.

But even having done something like that, that person had already tasted the flavor of “violence.” That touch of madness was the seed of inner demons, growing incessantly inside that person.

Yet the Green Forest Path continued to flourish./p>

Xiang Shan shook his head.

He held great disdain for this kind of memory.

Violence…

Violence is not etiquette, literature, or art.

It lacks any semblance of elegance, calmness and composure, cultured appearance, and deviates from kindness and modesty.

The recapture of innate rights entrusted to public authority within social contracts by personal will, disregarding “ethical considerations,” that is violence.

As a Hero who uses Martial Arts to defy the law, Xiang Shan knew he was a user of violence.

However, there is a difference between one form of violence and another.

In the distant past, Xiang Shan should have witnessed…

witnessed…

a form of violence beyond the imagination of thugs.

Such memories still could not shake his convictions.

But Xiang Shan felt he might not be able to suppress his killing intent today.

“Forget it.

I really shouldn’t interact with anyone casually today.

If a conflict arises, it would be troublesome.”

There’s a saying, “With a weapon at hand, the urge to use it arises.

Take caution and treat it seriously.” Learning advanced Martial Arts and possessing a specialized Prosthetic Body, one would always have the desire to “use” them.

Especially since the operating speed of the chips crushed the speed of neural signal transmission.

Sometimes, before the Cyber Martial Artist had time to think rationally, his emotions would have already triggered Martial Arts actions, leading to lethal movements.

The human brain also bears traces of evolutionary remnants.

The lower-functioning areas of the brain are mostly enveloped by higher-functioning areas.

The cerebellum wraps around the brainstem, and the cerebrum envelops the cerebellum.

The brainstem, in evolutionary history, is only slightly younger than the “notochord” structure, and only after that did the cerebellum and cerebrum evolve in succession.

This also means that “rational thinking” does not have as high a priority.

But if the “sword” isn’t aimed at the Tyrant, then “chivalry” too will be tarnished.

Xiang Shan’s Martial Arts had long been at his command, but having just perused the memories of those Thugs, his thoughts inevitably rippled.

And so, Xiang Shan climbed out from that area and headed towards the town.

He passed by here every day lately, partially as a “patrol” to ensure no more Thugs would invade the town.

Moreover, he didn’t dare to complete some critical tasks under surveillance, so he had specifically chosen this place.

On his way back to the town, he unexpectedly encountered his disciple.

Yuki looked quite spirited.

The amount of biological tissue in his body had decreased again, naturally reducing his daily food intake.

Correspondingly, his need for solar energy had increased.

But energy was almost free.

This way, his living costs could be slightly reduced.

The moment Yuki saw Xiang Shan, he dashed over and took hold of Xiang Shan’s hand: “Master!

So good to have finally found you, I…”

“It has been a few days since we’ve seen each other.” Xiang Shan nodded: “You were hurt last time, how are you recovering now?”

“All healed!” Yuki said joyfully: “And while I was healing, I also learned the algorithm you taught me, Master!”

“Oh, then I must test you,” Xiang Shan nodded, crouched down, wrote a few calculation problems with his finger.

Yuki quickly completed the operations.

Xiang Shan nodded: “Very good.

It seems that even without guidance, you also have the potential to grasp the basics of Inner Strength…

Very good.”

“Exactly!” Yuki nodded: “I was saying, I was born to be a Hero!

And with your guidance, Master…”