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I rolled behind the overturned bus and noticed glowing bronze patterns emerging on my right palm.
"Beginner exchange privileges activated."
A holographic interface unfolded across my retina, displaying a rotating 3D model of Northern Song Copper Remnant.
As my gaze focused on the acupuncture point "Shou Yangming Dachangjing," a cascade of text descriptions refreshed rapidly:
【Neurotoxic Spike (Ginkgo Leaf Extract Version)】
Exchange Requirement: Contact Acupuncture Copper Remnant (1/3)
Effect: Disrupts synaptic transmission in all vertebrates within a twenty-meter radius.
"Warning! Symbiote energy insufficient!"
The originally silver-white system interface suddenly turned red, and I realized the vines on my arm were withering.
In the distance, the surviving hunters had pulled out signal flares, orange smoke billowing into the sky—they were calling for air support.
I bit down on the valve of the Oxygen Tank and pressed down on the vines in my palm for three seconds.
As pure Oxygen surged in, a torrent of heat rushed through my veins, and the world around me took on an eerie pale green hue.
"Anti-Gravity Spore Cannon charged."
When the Armed Helicopter appeared on the horizon, I leaped onto the wreckage of the bus.
The glowing spore cloud emitted from my palm cascaded like a galaxy, and upon contact with the aircraft's body, the rotor speed plummeted.
The three-ton steel beast floated as lightly as a feather, while the gunmen preparing to rappel from the cabin struggled in mid-air like drowning victims.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
The hunters on the ground recoiled in terror but were ensnared by the vines I had flung at their ankles.
As I tightened my grip with my fingers, their gas mask filter counts began to plummet wildly, dropping from 97% to 12%.
"Oxygen deprivation—what an elegant way to die." I crushed one of their Pulse Guns, and the vines coiled around the fallen Copper Remnant. "Go back and tell your master..."
Suddenly, a sharp pain interrupted my words. Looking down, I saw half of an alloy blade protruding from my chest, and a laughing female voice came from behind me: "No wonder you're the First Successful Symbiote; you'd make a perfect specimen for collection."
In that instant when the blade twisted, I grabbed the assailant's wrist with my other hand.
The woman wore a Pure White Protective Suit, and a small portion of her face visible beneath her mask was exquisitely AI-generated; her Left Eye Iris exhibited an eerie gradient—from dark green at her pupil to blood red at the sclera.
"Chu Xiyue, Chief Biologist of Xinyang Group," she licked the blood off the blade. "She is also your new master."
I wanted to snap her neck, but I found my body was stiffening.
The blood oozing from my wound glowed a fluorescent green, clearly indicating that the blade was coated with a suppressor for Symbiotes.
"Since you were injured by the climbing vine three days ago, I have arranged all the orders," she continued.
She removed my gas mask, her fingertip tracing over the writhing vine-like birthmark on my skin. "Including activating the system with the Copper Man Fragment."
As the deafening crash of the helicopter wreckage echoed around us, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Do you want to know why all the plants are releasing carbon dioxide?"
I bit down hard on my tongue, the sharp pain momentarily breaking through the drug's paralysis.
In that instant when the vines surged toward her throat, the pavement of the entire street suddenly exploded. Countless mutated banyan tree roots burst from the ground, wrapping around her like a cocoon and dragging her into the earth.
As I kicked open the Bronze Door of the museum, the alarm on my gas mask suddenly shrieked.
The Oxygen Content reading on the display flickered wildly between 14.3% and garbled text, indicating two possibilities—either the detection module was being interfered with by a strong magnetic field, or there was some kind of organism here altering the laws of physics.
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