Interdimensional Scientist, Starting from Cyberpunk Chapter 198: ctOS Shutdown for Maintenance Today

The wind howled!

Leo felt the wind cutting across his cheeks like blades. Despite the imnse tension inside him, he kept his mouth shut tight, eyes fixed on the Osborn Tower—

How fast was this?

Even with the activation of Sandevistan, the mont he shot out, Leo felt like he was on a roller coaster! He quickly reached the sa altitude as, or even surpassed, the Vulture!

Luckily, due to gravity, the upward montum didn't last long, and soon enough, he began to slow down—

Four octopus-like arms shot out, landing on the wall before his body!

Boom!

Dust and debris scattered as the octopus arms gripped the wall, and Leo rapidly started scaling upward! The flexibility of the octopus arms was astonishing: in their shortened state, each arm was only as long as a normal human arm, but when fully extended, they stretched up to nearly 168 cm.

Equipped with 127 micro-motors and a chanical structure far more flexible than traditional systems, they were controlled directly by Leo's brain via a neural interface—

This was why Dr. Otto designed an AI to manage the control of the arms, and even that AI had the potential to corrupt human minds! Under this direct control, Leo felt his brain burning!

The speed was awe-inspiring to ordinary people, but to Otto, it seed miraculous!

How could the human brain endure such a strain?

Snap!

The Vulture, holding Norman, swooped beneath Leo and then shot upwards. Leo seized the opportunity, leaping off the wall to pounce on the Vulture! The octopus arms grabbed the Vulture!

The flight speed dropped dramatically, and the Vulture looked down at Leo, who was climbing up his leg and clutching his talons. He tilted his head.

Leo didn't et his gaze; instead, he drove a data knife viciously into the gap between the Vulture's blade wings!

Ssssss!

Electricity surged, and the Vulture suddenly spun in pain. The drastic speed change caused Leo's blood to montarily stop flowing to his brain, causing him to lose consciousness for a second.

Boom!

The loud sound jolted Leo back to awareness—

He realized he was still at the top of the Oscorp Tower!

The servers, antennas, and cables were all severed by sothing sharp, scattered everywhere! anwhile, Leo's octopus arms were still tightly gripping the Vulture, and they had even caught the unconscious Norman Osborn!

"Arghhhhhh!"

The pain made Adrian scream, and his missile pods opened instantly!

The octopus arms moved as if they had a mind of their own, quickly adjusting positions to avoid the missile pods and repositioning Leo!

Missiles rained down on the Oscorp building, and violent explosions echoed across the district! People watched as the top of the Oscorp Tower was bombarded!

Leo, regaining consciousness, dove into the Vulture's prosthetic system.

He saw familiar neural anomalies: he had hacked into the systems of many cyber-psychos before and had logged their bodily conditions when their systems malfunctioned.

Now, he confird that Adrian was also in a state of cyber-psychosis.

In an instant, a surge of electricity burned through Adrian's hyper-excited nerves, cutting off his control over the equipnt and even knocking him unconscious.

Burn the nerves, then inject the right mixture of adrenaline, painkillers, and other ds.

It was no exaggeration to say that in this world, only an experienced netrunner and ripper doc like Leo could stop Adrian's rampage and bring him down as safely as possible.

But right now, they were 200 ters above the Oscorp Tower.

With the turbine and jet engines stopped, the lift disappeared, and they were plumting toward the ground.

So, the second task—Leo had to reboot the Vulture's suit.

Using his own nerves to replace Adrian's, he had to make a crash landing with the remaining control lines.

Ergency modeling, ergency adjustnts, temporary neural interface setup, and Leo's brainpower was being further taxed by his octopus arms—

His brain cells were genuinely starting to burn out and die, and the Lizard Serum in his secondary heart pumped faster!

Whoosh!

The vector jet system hidden within the wings activated, and the bio-chanical wings locked in place, turning their plumting descent into a glide—

Adrian regained consciousness, groggily.

All the voices in his head were gone.

He opened his eyes and saw the scene he had longed for his entire life—

A gentle breeze brushed his cheeks, sunlight bathed him, and he soared lightly through the sky like a bird.

Whoosh!

The octopus arms acted as brakes and landing gear, and the three of them touched down on top of the Osborn building!

Crack, crack, crack.

Concrete shattered bit by bit under the force, and the octopus arms began to deform and collapse under the pressure, sending massive surges of electricity into Leo's brain—

But they still managed to land safely.

Boom.

"Ugh."

Leo's nose started bleeding like a stream, his head buzzing, and his vision darkened.

Saving people is always harder than killing them.

The view from the top of the Oscorp Tower was indeed beautiful. Leo glanced into the distance, feeling a sense of relaxation, like sothing had ended, and he collapsed onto the ground.

He tossed Norman aside and removed the octopus arms, sitting down with a sense of loneliness that cos from having no one to share victory with.

He picked up his data knife—the blade had gone through intense combat and yet remained unscathed, a true testant to Marvel's materials science.

This thing was definitely handy, and Leo thought soone would definitely like it. He put the knife away.

At that mont, he noticed Adrian staring straight at the sun.

The old man was awake.

"Did… I kill anyone?"

"Almost," Leo kicked the unconscious Norman on the ground. "As for before you arrived, I'm not sure."

"I… I blew up my own house."

"Your family wasn't inside, right?"

"No, just … and those agents and soldiers. Oh, right, there was a young guy too. Osborn wanted to use him for an experint."

"Did you stop him?"

"Yes."

"And now Osborn is at your feet."

"Yes… is he dead?"

Leo glanced at Norman on the ground—pale, eyes rolled back, not dead, but whether there would be lasting damage was uncertain.

"No, not dead."

"Good." Adrian, still gazing at the sun, suddenly smiled weakly.

"When I was young, we were poor. During the economic crisis, my useless father lost his job, drank himself silly, and would go on drunken rampages. My mother raised alone.

"After each beating, she'd secretly take kite flying, saying it was a gift from my father when he was younger.

"She would smile happily in front of , but she always cried afterward.

"She said when they were young, he promised to take her flying, to soar like birds and go wherever they wanted—Ro, Milan, Paris...

"But why does life always turn for the worse?"

"It didn't this ti."

"Yeah, this ti it didn't. What's your na?"

"Leo."

"Thank you, Leo."

With that, Adrian drifted into a deep sleep.

Both of them had been saved now.

Leo glanced over at Norman—

A sudden loss of gravity, combined with the extre tension, can cause all sorts of problems in the human body.

Like what he just experienced: rapid ascension, blood failing to reach the brain, leading to unconsciousness.

That's why pilots wear anti-gravity suits.

Adrian's original design wasn't this extre, but Norman had insisted on adding a turbine boost system.

The double strain on a man over fifty like Norman had nearly fatal consequences, potentially inducing brain hemorrhage and other issues.

Norman's current symptoms suggested sothing similar.

"Too bad I only have one dose of dicine."

Leo calculated the ti and realized he had used the last ergency ds on Adrian.

As for Norman on the ground, well, he probably wouldn't die, but how much of his brain would remain intact...

That would be up to fate, Osborn.

He had called for ergency services, but traffic was jamd.

ctOS was down for maintenance today.