Operator #2: Comme d'habitude Usual

[Can I really make it this far?]

[I have no idea]

My mind is so confused.

[I need to rest for a while, Bu Liuxing! I need to rest for a while.]

The loud screech of brakes sent chills down one's spine as a police motorcycle blocked the middle of the cross-sea bridge.

The robust and strong figure removed his helmet, revealing a head of messy black hair, a scruffy beard, and large knuckles and cheeks covered in scars. Repeated battles had etched new medals onto his body, and the new wounds on his neck and torso were connected to the old pains he had suffered six years ago during the battle when Flash Butterfly.

At this moment, Meteor's appearance finally reached twenty-six years old. His hair had grown long, and it was just like Bu Mei's mother's hair, with the ends slightly curled up, like a dirty stray dog with fluffy fur and sharp eyes.

Electrolyte solvents can accelerate metabolism, stimulating excessive hair and nail growth during wound healing, making him appear more mature.

What are you hesitating about? Hot Wind?

[While crossing this bridge.]

[I remembered many things, and I began to regret and feel pain.]

Meteor's hands rested on his helmet, the visor reflecting the lights of the cross-sea bridge. Besides a few bright stars, the view of Ginza in the distance could be seen through the mud-colored helmet, like an endless universe.

"Then tell me."

Let's go.

"Aren't you going to explain yourself?"

"I don't know what you've been through," Bu Liuxing thought to himself, seeing that Hot Wind remained silent.

--This Liman model is probably about not wanting to cause trouble for others. He has this strange personality in his daily life. Like Commander Nanami, whom I met before, she was like this the first time we met.

"But we have to keep moving forward, right?"

You're right.

"If you can't overcome your inner demons and can't keep in sync with me, my elemental composition will be affected, and this right arm will be yours—but if you're dejected, I won't be able to unleash my soul power."

A Xing raised his arm, gazing at the VENOM machine and nano-armor. The skin on his arm had turned completely black, wrapped in C60 mesh fabric, a gift from Yezhong.

"If you've figured it out, and there's anything you want to talk to me about, I'm always ready—you know, I love listening to stories."

[Bu Liuxing.]

The meteor stared into the distance when a sudden gust of wind swept in from the direction of Ginza, carrying a biting chill.

"I'm listening."

He could sense subtle changes in the spiritual pressure in the environment; it seemed a new enemy was approaching.

I've done many foolish things, and ultimately, the Ryukyu Islands are what they are today; it's my responsibility.

[If I could be stronger, if I could learn to take the long way around, and continue leading my comrades forward to ask the BOSS for help.]

Even if one had been more level-headed and waited a few more years, the outcome wouldn't have been like this.

[Before the completion of the Fifty-One Pillars, we withstood forty-one geological disasters of varying degrees. Earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic activity destroyed roads and villages time and again, turning the buildings we had painstakingly constructed into rubble and ruins.]

[With peace just beginning, the people of various counties, cities, towns, and villages, who had been oppressed by cultists and local gentry for over a decade, finally had the opportunity to become masters of their own destiny.]

[There are mothers and children reunited after many years, wanderers carrying the remains of their loved ones on their journey home, roads between cities being renovated and repaired, and scattered settlements being reconnected.]

[The military-industrial complex economy is downgrading Artificial Intelligence to commercial equipment; the project is progressing rapidly, and happiness seems within reach—all of this makes me firmly believe that my choice was right.]

[But in just two years, the gods beneath our feet turned on us and tore everything to shreds.]

[Roads shattered once more, and cities collapsed and were destroyed. The earthquake triggered a hematite surge, turning 77% of the arable land into wasteland. More than three million people were affected, including 160,000 residents along the coast. Countless people are missing or dead.]

[Hematite and bauxite, fused with seawater from deep underground, along with heavy elements of unknown composition and high radioactivity, surged out with the magma. Electronic equipment was rendered inoperable by the radioactive dust, making disaster relief planning by manpower alone a pipe dream.]

[I traveled between medical stations, fire stations, political bureaus, and rescue teams in various towns, rushing day and night without even time to sleep. Six days passed, and the mountain roads remained impassable, so we took the waterway. The beaches of the coastal cities were gone; the once red sand had turned into blood-red, scorching mud.]

Various colors of smoke shrouded the human settlement, and the local residents could tell the time by the color of the fog.

[If it's a reddish dust cloud, it's nighttime; if it's a grayish haze, like streets washed by condensation, then it's daytime.]

Countless houses were destroyed by mudslides. Some children woke up to find their fathers and mothers' bodies more than ten kilometers away. Two weeks later, these poor souls who had been hiking to find their loved ones had to undergo amputations—because their legs had rotted away to the bone.

[Living like an animal, even on the verge of death, he clung tightly to his guard dog; his skin, like the dog's fur, began to fester and turn red.]

[The once all-powerful riverboats, capable of creating an island in just a few months, are now unable to even leave their docks.]

[Whether adult or child, man or woman, rich or poor, anyone living by the sea will die a painful death. The faster the death, the easier it is; if the process of dying becomes prolonged, it becomes a terrifying torment.]

[They were the ones who voted in the opinion polls, but the Fen Feng Legion made the decisions. When the opinions finally converged, and ten thousand voices came before me, only one remained—that is, to execute the ascension procedure of the Six Departments of the Divine Path, ending everyone's suffering.]

[After 1984, fifty-one earthquake-resistant pillars supported this land, becoming crucial stones for suppressing natural disasters and also serving as the electronic leaders governing Shinto City.]

[I just don't want to see disappointed looks on people's faces anymore.]

[I don't want to see the BOSS's disappointed expression either—if Ming De knew I was trying to tamper with the power of the Original Seed, I would become an enemy of the Abyssal Railway, just like John Borg.]

[The closer we are to Mother Earth, the closer we are to the Madness Butterfly.]

[At first, I thought that the power of technology could kill the Vita Imprint. If it needs the human abdominal cavity to nurture its eggs—then modifying the human body itself, using the VENOM mechanism and electrolyte solvents to solve the problem of feeding, and simultaneously upgrading the human body's energy system, wouldn't that defeat the Madness Butterfly?]

[The result was unexpected; we did win for a while, but only for a short time.]

[Vita's Vita Imprint is indeed gone, but Venom has become its ghost, just like our act of turning ourselves into ghosts; we cannot live without it—we are born from it, and we die because of it.]

[I lost myself time and time again in [Extreme Bliss Space], my personality repeatedly fractured, becoming a module for others to experience—until what Zhong Kui said to us not long ago made me suddenly realize that I had always been a tool.]

[I am one of the six Heavenly Gods of Shinto City, an insurance program used to resolve periodic crises.]

[Bu Liuxing, yet you tell me I'm the real deal, the genuine article.]

[So, as I crossed the Silver Pass Autumn Sea Bridge, that excruciating pain returned to me once more. If I were truly Fen Feng, I think I would have been overcome with grief and wept bitterly at that moment.]

Bu Liuxing: "No time to reminisce about the past, old brother!"

[Hmm? Enemies are coming?]

The cold wind in the air turned into scattered raindrops, and the condensation carrying dust and dirt soaked the bridge surface. From a great distance, red dots of light could be seen, about several hundred meters away.

Bu Liuxing jumped out of the car and drew his gun in preparation.

"This guy's spiritual pressure is unfamiliar; he's a new enemy. Do you know who he is?"

[Relative distance: 751 meters]

[Recognizing...]

[Bu Liuxing, this is a celestial being.]

[His prosthetic body's coding characteristics point to Isoragi Meiku, whose genetic prototype was the leader of the Fen Feng Legion's rapid reaction force and also Chidou's teacher.]

[Based on your memory, he was also a research scholar. A few years before Shinto City fell into the hands of Artificial Intelligence and the Angel Infant trial was underway, he secretly took an infant away from the city. That baby girl was the Hunter King, and one of the failed early clones of Shihara Momo.]

Bu Liuxing: "No wonder Zhong Kui looks so much like the cat tree sister."

[Currently, Isoragi Meiku's Celestial ID is [North Wind]. His artificial body modification process far surpasses that of other Celestials. According to the memories remaining in my mental model, more than fifty years ago, in order to adapt to all-terrain off-road rapid marches, Isoragi Meiku almost transformed himself into a tireless, restless steel machine.]

[After undergoing the ascension procedure, he became a highly cybernetic entity, transforming into the supreme weapon of Shinto City. Be careful.]

[He possesses Soul Power! Kid!]

The light source in the distance was getting closer and closer. Meteor didn't look for cover, and there was nowhere to cover him. He just stood there blankly in the middle of the road.

"This guy possesses Soul Might? What are his special abilities?"

Beware of water, for it can make even the strongest things fragile.

Before Hot Wind could finish speaking, Meteor's pupils suddenly contracted—

--A glittering arrow shot from a great distance!

The arrow was incredibly fast; the moment it created a sonic boom, the shockwave parted the rain in the air, squeezing out a cavity in the rain curtain—before the explosion was even heard, the arrowhead was already upon them!

The crimson spirit unleashed astonishing power in an instant, shattering the arrow into countless snowflakes. Meteor didn't even have time to react—he hadn't called upon [Mr. Wei Meng. Wham Rap]. If this arrow, with its kinetic energy comparable to a cannonball, had been placed in a weakened, combat-ready state, his spirit wouldn't have been able to stop it.

But at this moment, there was also a large can on the motorcycle, inside which was the head of an Angel Infant. In order to deal with firearms, Meteor had already touched the child's scalp with his soul power, and had been in a duel state. Only when entering the battle phase could the rhinoceros beetle general in his body maintain such strong power.

The distant sonic boom finally reached Bu Liuxing's ears, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"What a terrifying arrow!"

The sound grew closer, and then a jet-black warhorse could be seen galloping across the bridge, its horseshoes leaving scorched mud tracks on the asphalt. The horse was a purely mechanical being, as Hot Wind had described, an all-terrain vehicle capable of traversing complex mountains and stepping over muddy, rocky terrain.

The cavalryman on horseback was an armored warrior—complete with a helmet and armor, the hard armor all forged from alloy, and the soft armor on his waist and abdomen revealing the texture of his muscles with metallic wires. He had almost completely lost the artificial flesh of the transformed beast, becoming practically an iron man.

Beneath the crescent-shaped helmet was a demon mask, its eyes flashing with eerie blue flames, and an orange-yellow halo emanating from its chest and abdomen. These were characteristics of two energy systems—one being an MCFC fuel cell, and the other a fission nuclear reactor shared with its warhorse.

The armored warrior held a large bow, and with his other steel arm, he grabbed a handful of water vapor from the air, which instantly turned into icy arrows.

The spears and broadswords on the horse harness are high-frequency weapons, causing the shockwaves generated when the arrows are launched to carry a layer of frost.

Meteor didn't dodge or yield; its soul power shattered the great arrow once more. The sound of the exploding ice cannonball ruptured his eardrums, and blood spilled from his mouth and nose. He took the Dragon Slayer Sword from the motorcycle's rack, ready to fight this supreme weapon to the death.

This is [North Wind], a warrior forged by the cold wind who joined us from Beichuan to serve in the army.

A Xing felt his horizons had been broadened.

--The gods we encountered along the way were incredibly diverse.

Yezhong is the executioner in charge of executions at Hongtai, Yoguang is a firefighter carrying a hand axe and a steel fork.

Zhong Kui is a geisha with a thousand faces, while the Hayabusa is a unique feature of the US military stationed in the US that one cannot miss in daily life.

This [North Wind] possesses immense strength when drawing his bow, and his arrows fly like cannonballs; he can indeed be regarded as a general of the Six Heavenly Gods.

Isoragi Meiku —I've heard of this surname before; the raid leader of the Guangling Zhixi Frost Moon Knights also uses this surname.

Although I don't know who this guy is, he should be a tough opponent.

The Dragon Slayer Sword and Berloberg merged back into one, and A Xing's messy hair was blown away by the surging cold wind.

He recalled the humiliating lesson he had received not long ago in Galahad—

--This is perfect for this situation.

As long as the combined strength of both arms exceeds 120 kilograms, even an unsharpened training steel sword can be used to sweep a semi-circular kasaya slash at the knee joint of an enemy's forelimbs, knocking them to the ground.

The black steed had already charged to within fifty meters of him. A Xing, with his sword in hand and a wide field of vision, gripped the hilt tightly.

He looked closely and saw that the warrior general had changed into a spear. His hard armor was shimmering with energy, and he was working with the fuel cell and fission core to create a high-frequency weapon with a plasma spear blade that was thrusting down at him!

In that instant! Redstone sparks erupted from the subcutaneous tissue of Meteor's jet-black right arm!

The heavy iron block swept away the wind and snow with immense force, pressing down on the air—

--The rainwater turned into scalding steam, which slashed at the horse's two legs and carried it upwards!

The spearhead veered off course when it struck the crimson-skinned fist. The blade, which was originally aimed at the skull, struck A Xing's shoulder, neck, and collarbone instead. The horse, however, seemed to have crashed into a solid mud wall. The nano-armor covered by the dark muscle texture was pierced and shattered by the crimson Dragon Slayer Sword!

The warrior from the North Wind stumbled and fell awkwardly onto the road, rolling a long way before his steed was cleaved in two by the giant sword!

The steel armor scraped against the asphalt road, sparking violently, and the object tumbled about twenty meters before coming to a stop.

Looking at the meteor's side, the horse's mechanical steel frame was exposed to the air, and the oil, front axle crankshaft, and other components were deformed and twisted into a lump of scrap metal, wrapped in nano-armor, constantly spraying out bright red engine oil.

The warhorse's upper body flipped over to the side of the road, crashing heavily against the steel railing before bouncing up and falling into the sea.

Blood was gushing from A Xing's shoulder as his blood pressure suddenly spiked, causing him to continuously ejaculate crimson blood plasma in sync with his heartbeat.

He finally exhaled a breath of warm air, finding a moment to catch his breath.

He felt as if he had been hit head-on by an armored vehicle. His arms and pleura were wracked with pain, and his heart was also throbbing. It was as if the sudden impact had displaced his organs, and his flesh and blood were finally reacting, beginning to develop severe inflammation.

Before the North Wind could fully pick up, the cyber warrior hastily grabbed his broadsword, leaned on it as he rose, and drew it from its sheath. He seemed to realize that drawing a bow and arrow would be ineffective against the enemy before him, and that he must use a high-frequency weapon to decide the outcome.

--Ah A Xing took out an electrolyte solution and gave himself an injection. The penetrating wound in his shoulder and neck gradually stopped bleeding, leaving a new scar, ready for the second round.

[Anonymous]

Separating the Dragon Slayer beast from Berloberg, he gripped the gleaming blade tightly.

Your fighting spirit fills me with determination.