At the sa ti, outside the Cursed City, at the Night Doctor outpost.
Because more and more Night Doctors had been gathered here, the outpost’s size had rapidly expanded in a short ti.
And at this mont, in a corridor of a temporarily erected building, every Night Doctor walking by stopped, each holding their files, staring blankly at Lynn who was wriggling down the corridor.
Of course they recognized the young man at a glance, the sa youth who had made a scene in the Cursed City not long ago.
But right now.
Lynn looked like a caterpillar, his chest and chin scraping the floor, his knees bending and straightening with practiced rhythm, inching forward along the corridor.
“Hello there, mister, long ti no see~”
“Uh, hi… do you need help? Aren’t you afraid you’ll bump into sothing moving like that?”
“Nope, I’ve got brakes.”
“……”
“Hello there, miss, I’m the young man who led you all out of the encirclent. Rember ?”
“Uh… yes, Mr. Lynn, hello. Crawling like that… doesn’t it make you feel really gassy…”
“No, I have no chest.”
“……”
Lynn wriggled on with a smile, cheerfully greeting the Night Doctors who passed by.
He paid no attention to how odd his mode of movent looked.
Zuo Zuo was so embarrassed she nearly scratched out a three-bedroom apartnt with her nails; she pressed her palm into the ground, pretending to be an ordinary left hand, trying her best not to draw attention.
When Lynn finished his round of greetings, Zuo Zuo finally trembled and suddenly raised her hand, quivering:
“Brain, how can you chat with people so normally?! Don’t you feel even a little embarrassed?! You’ll attract a lot of strange looks doing that, you know?!”
Lynn used his chin to push himself forward with tiny bursts of montum, adjusted his monocle, and said solemnly:
“Embarrassnt is always relative, and why should one feel awkward? Wriggling isn’t a rare way to move. If we’re talking about embarrassing, back when my teacher took out to practice dicine, to train our state of mind we’d just strip off our clothes and plunge straight into the crowd, stabbing here and there, greeting all kinds of female ghosts…”
“Aa—ah—don’t say it! Don’t make imagine those ridiculous scenes!!”
Zuo Zuo wildly scratched at the air, goosebumps covering her whole hand.
Lynn adjusted his monocle and said calmly:
“That’s why I say your cultivation is insufficient. State of mind has to be raised by constantly breaking limits. If my teacher hadn’t trained so strictly back then, how could I have the ntal endurance I have now?”
“That’s not ntal endurance! That should be called perversion index!!”
Ignoring Zuo Zuo’s unreasoned shouting complaint, Lynn wriggled into a sharp turn and slamd on an extre brake, stopping in front of a wooden door, then looked up and said:
“We’re here, this should be Sir Aiwen’s temporary office.”
Zuo Zuo looked left and right in shock and said, “Brain, I don’t want to ask anything else, but I really want to know how you managed such a fast and precise stop? You were going so fast just now!”
Lynn adjusted his monocle and said slowly, “A man’s talent. Why does a female hand need to pry into it?”
Saying that,
Lynn rapped his knuckles on the door twice with a bang.
From inside ca the familiar refined young voice.
“Please co in.”
Lynn shoved the door open with his head and wriggled inside, and the mont he entered he saw the noble youth floating in a kneeling-sit position above the floor, a faint green light shimring over him, elegant and handso in dieval noble attire, gently working on the device before him…
a wheelchair.
“Sir Aiwen, what are you doing?”
Lynn wriggled in, closing the door with a hind leg.
Sir Aiwen turned his eyes. Seeing Lynn wriggling in, a polite smile flickered across his face. chanical parts floated up one by one, aligning and assembling onto the wheelchair under his will with precise control.
He rose, smoothing his hands with a smile, and said politely, “Preparing this for you. Although I used the Matriarch’s serum on it, the curse won’t erupt as violently, but to completely remove it you still have to wait for it to naturally degrade.”
His voice felt like spring breeze on the skin.
Lynn admitted it.
Sir Aiwen’s handsoness was truly on par with his own, nearly impossible to rank higher.
“This is too much,” Lynn said, rubbing the back of his head and sighing:
“A little wriggling doesn’t bother , and wheelchairs have always made feel a bit…”
Lynn poked the wheelchair and the panel imdiately popped up before his eyes.
【Cyber Tech: Single-Soldier Support Device (Modified)】
【Quality】: Legendary-
【Type】: High-tech single-soldier combat gear modified into a wheelchair vehicle.
【Description】: A cyber-series psychodynamic wheelchair personally crafted by Sir Aiwen. When equipped, it can sync psionically with the user’s consciousness, reaching top speeds up to fifteen tis the speed of sound, and can transform into external binding armor to greatly increase user protection. Its psionic resonance device also raises the user’s ntal resistance, and because it carries a special energy-collection module, it can automatically harvest ambient energy from surrounding space while stationary.
“……”
Lynn nodded quickly and said, “This really makes ecstatic! I love it so much!”
He grabbed the wheelchair’s handles, perford a graceful hip-and-waist maneuver, rotated 270 degrees, and settled squarely into the seat, snapping his safety belt closed with a satisfying click.
“Thank you, Sir Aiwen, you are so thoughtful. I won’t lie — my lifelong dream has been to own my very own wheelchair. Today’s wish really ca true!”
Lynn rhythmically patted the wheelchair, completely (*￣︶￣) content.
Zuo Zuo: “……”
Sir Aiwen: “……”
After shrugging off the slightly awkward expression, Sir Aiwen recovered his smile, floated up, and said:
“I planned to deliver it to you personally, but I didn’t expect you to co by yourself. It seems the Loss of Fighting Spirit curse has been temporarily lifted for you, right?”
Lynn sat in the wheelchair, adjusted his monocle, and said seriously:
“Yes, and I still have a few tid curse-clearing abilities left in my hand. If I use them all, I can at least control half of the curse’s effect on .”
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