Player Reload

[Item Name: Cancerous Poison Heart]

[Type: Organ/General Item]

[Quality: Perfect]

[Special Effect 1: Dormant. Needs to be installed in the body. It significantly enhances adaptability to external environments (cold/heat/radiation/toxic/vacuum, etc.) at the cost of increasing metabolism. Passive activation]

[Special Effect 2: Rhythm. Needs to be installed in the body. Temporarily stores damage beyond one’s capacity in the Cancerous Poison Heart for delayed activation. During this period, one can still act normally. Active activation]

[Special Effect 2 Consumption: 44 Spiritual Power Value and Physical Strength Value, and temporary deduction of equivalent maximum limits]

[Special Effect 2 Cooling Time: 20 seconds]

[Use Conditions: Weight exceeds 200 kg, Metabolism exceeds 80,000 kcal/day]

[Note: The Cancerous Poison Heart has some self-healing ability, but each time it takes damage, the user’s body undergoes corruptive mutation. The degree of corruption increases with the severity of the damage]

[Note: In 2050, the corpse of an Ancient God traversed the Star Sea and fell on the Antarctic ice cap. The melting of a ten-thousand-meter corpse into the ice caused climate to spiral out of control, leading to reduced food production, and global order falling into chaos. Various forces compete to seize the god’s corpse, launching nuclear missiles that resulted in fragments from the god’s body dispersing into the ocean circulation system, spawning superpower users. As for me, I chose to join a subsidiary organization under the X-Men, known as the X Auxiliary Police, called the Cancer Hero]

[Note: "Cancer Hero Teacher, your lips are purple, maybe your heart isn’t doing well." "Do you believe I can outrun you?!"]

??

What the hell is the X Auxiliary Police under X-Men, the ambiance team next to Wolverine and Laser Eyes assisting in law enforcement?

And Cancer Hero... the effect isn’t about giving cancer to others, but instead, getting sick yourself. Is this superpower meant to be funny?!

Li Cheng’s eye twitched as he picked up a black-green stone and weighed it, feeling quite heavy.

"It really dropped equipment..."

Hansel scratched his head as he looked at the item description on the AR display.

How to put it, this [Cancerous Poison Heart] isn’t very useful for players in the Summoning System, Charm System, or Magic System.

After all, the effect of [Rhythm] is damage delay, not damage elimination.

The physical strength of squishy players is truly concerning, storing damage is like turning a paper’s survival ability into folded paper.

They mainly rely on various defense scrolls and energy shields to block damage in advance.

But it’s different for close combat players; the [Cancerous Poison Heart] can endure more damage, combined with their physical/magic resistance and self-healing ability,

before the Spiritual Power Value limit runs dry, it’s like carrying a movable healing spring.

"No wonder..."

Midnight Dad stood on one leg and gazed absentmindedly at the escaping direction of the Slimes, murmuring in an American street Black accent: "No wonder Voodoo Curse MotherFuXXX didn’t work..."

He snapped back to reality, quickly summarizing his experience in a few words.

Midnight was part of the second batch of players entering Demon City, carried a Voodoo Talisman, and he and his temporarily assembled teammates held on for quite a long time,

until everyone found out they could acquire high-quality equipment items by killing creatures in Demon City, engulfing everyone in a feverish frenzy.

Midnight sensed something was off, quietly backed out of the crowd and tried to protect everyone in front of him, yet ended up being chased.

"...Those people went crazy. Influenced by Demon City, they became a scattered group of bloodthirsty bandits. Anyone not in a small gang would be perceived as a foe wanting to steal their treasures. Just like in ’Blood Cross.’"

Midnight grimaced, saying: "On the run, I haven’t met a normal person, one leg was cut off by an encounter with [Blood Lion Roar] and fled to the end, unknowingly captured by this pile of garbage."

Voodoo magic has numerous variants for various situations. Yet it was powerless against the Slime King, with its gigantic size, extensive health bar, and rapid self-healing.

The two had fortunately met before in Space Werewolf Killing, Li Cheng initially wanted to pat his shoulder in comfort but seeing the mysterious dirty tissue on the other’s shoulder, he decisively refrained,

"It’s not easy to escape; it’s quite a feat. I’ll definitely report to GOC to award you with this year’s ’Song of Kings Most Steadfast Independent Medal.’"

Saying whether it’s steadfast is debatable, but with only one leg left, it sure is independent.

"By the way, your leg."

Hansel remembered something, activated the Exoskeleton’s jetpack, and retrieved the compassion soul-imbued severed leg from the pile of garbage.

"Thanks."

Midnight nodded gratefully, hopping and trying to reattach the leg.

Repeated failure ensued—the thigh was roasted by Blood Lion Roar, expanding in diameter, and the blood vessels and nerves couldn’t connect.

He awkwardly asked: "Uh... Pifu Bro, does your [Star-casting Anvil] have spare organs? I can pay."

"Well, there are."

Li Cheng pulled out his tablet, glanced at the warehouse management software, and summoned several large freezers, stacking them on the ground.

"African elephant leg, Bear Goblin leg, Great King Acid Ginger Squid leg, Tyrannosaurus Rex leg."

"...Do you have a human leg?"

"Yes, only two left, one is a Gray Dwarf leg, and the other is a regular human leg."

Gray Dwarves are a fantasy species, muscular, immune to toxins and spirit power, walking silently... though averaging 1.3 meters tall.

Their thigh is about as long as a human’s lower leg, looking quite odd when attached.

Everyone watched as Li Cheng opened the freezer and extracted the bottom-most human leg, expressions hard to maintain.

While the diameter fits well, it’s a white person’s leg, geez!

Hansel couldn’t help but grumble, "It’s as white as if a bunny is on a cloud listening to Adele while eating boiled chicken breast and overlooking Nicole Kidman skiing below in Utah..."

Midnight Dad, with his dark complexion, made the difficult choice between the less than 50-centimeter Gray Dwarf leg and the white leg, opting for the latter.

With a click, it was attached using [Assembly Puppet].

After all, it’s only used for walking and maintaining balance; extraordinary abilities on the thigh aren’t necessary. Midnight Dad bounced twice on the spot, trying to adapt.

A few people watched Midnight’s awkward moves, Gray Rain curiously asked: "By the way, what was the ’Blood Cross’ Midnight just mentioned?"

"American comic by the creator of the ’Black Robe Patrol Team,’ known for its bizarre violence, not recommended for watching."

White Horse Tombstone paused for a moment, pondering: "It seems that players affected by Demon City have increasingly red eyes, somewhat like a viral infection or memetic contamination.

Could it be we survived because our greed is less than others?"

People die for wealth, birds for food. A perfect quality item can buy countless lives.

An epic item can even lead to a war initiated by a medium-sized guild.

"That’s possible, but not very likely."

Li Cheng considered, as he managed a Toy Factory, capable of mass-producing items at extremely low cost and with a broad perspective without financial concerns.

Hansel is a Genetic Adjuster, a separate matter for now, and White Horse Tombstone had low material desires from an early age due to family influence, able to enjoy caviar or big bread alike.

But Midnight Dad, clearly didn’t match low material desires.

His [Midnight Club] in New York exuded luxury and enjoyment,

with deep ties to New York politics, the club provided customers with explicitly illegal psychedelic toads—licking toad toxin being a traditional subculture in the United States.

"Thanks, everyone. When I return to the real world, I’ll surely express my gratitude generously."

Adapted to the white leg, Midnight Dad hopped over, aware of what Li Cheng and the others wanted to ask, quickly retrieved a sports camera from the backpack, "While escaping, I explored a good part of Demon City, there’s a map here."