Of course, the most significant oversight was entirely failing to account for a glitch like Fang Senyan, who managed to strike down Dong Si with a speed so sudden it allowed no time for a warning signal! Furthermore, their team simply couldn't compare to Fang Senyan’s Silver Team, meaning their team communication range was necessarily limited.

Thus, Fang Senyan could have lingered here for twenty minutes, or even taken a two-hour nap, and the group, whose paralysis would have significantly waned by then, likely wouldn't have noticed anything amiss. Although Fang Senyan was itching to unleash a massacre and wipe out every single one of them—which would also allow him to deploy the **-type pneumonia—he understood absolutely that one must never be careless or underestimate an opponent.

One must remember that while his current strength was undoubtedly far superior to that of a similarly ranked Awakened being, the feat of taking on ten enemies at once involved numerous coincidences. First, those enemies had already attacked one or several rounds, exhausting their ultimate moves while targeting his teammates.

Second, they had afforded him ample time for the virus to incubate and take effect. Finally, one must admit, luck played a crucial role as well.

Since Fang Senyan couldn't guarantee he would always enjoy such good fortune, it was best to avoid any situation resembling his one-against-ten performance, however impressive it sounded. Even if he had to engage, he absolutely needed to prepare thoroughly and secure an escape route first.

Otherwise, he might die without even knowing how. After being carried and run with by Fang Senyan for a while, Ronnie finally came to his senses, only to painfully realize he had once again been reduced to a human stick...

Worse still, he felt fate was brutally unfair. He believed he had fallen into the enemy's clutches, and having his limbs severed was the work of the pursuers, who left him alive only to torment him further...

Fortunately, this grievous misunderstanding was quickly corrected. Thus, Ronnie, who had been racking his brains for a way to commit suicide, was so overcome with emotion that he promptly fainted again.

When he awoke the second time, the initial aggressive spirit demanding an explanation was gone, replaced by a pitiful, weak plea: "Sir... Boss.

Are we going to ride in one of those cramped starships again?" Fang Senyan, needing to conserve energy, had switched to having Ramutas carry Ronnie. Hearing the hapless man’s question, he replied: "Hmm.

Right now, I actually wish we had a cramped starship to sit in. Regrettably, we don't." Upon hearing this, Ronnie wanted to explode but dared not.

He could only whimper aggrievedly: "Then... why am I a human stick again!?" Fang Senyan chuckled: "You know, compared to saving people, I'm much better at killing them...

I know that, but what does that have to do with being a human stick?" Ronnie complained miserably. Fang Senyan strode up a gentle slope ahead and said with an amiable tone: "Do you remember why you were pulled out of the trial?" A look of dawning horror began to spread across Ronnie's face, and he rasped: "I smeared mud on myself to mask my scent, never thinking that the mud contained vast numbers of bizarre eggs...

which then began to hatch on my body! I tried everything, even standing near an active volcano to scald them off with intense heat.

Nothing worked, and finally... I returned." Fang Senyan nodded: "Let me add a detail: you returned while carrying the bugs.

Because I am a clumsy doctor, and those damned Ancient Protoss seemed to hold a significant prejudice against you, they wouldn't let you stay in their base for a moment longer, much less treat your wounds. So, the only person willing and able to deal with those bugs for you was me." Ronnie managed a bitter smile: "Of course they were unhappy with me.

I earned my trial qualification by killing a Dark Templar. He was already on the brink of death, begging me to uphold the honor of the Protoss before the Zerg devoured him.

That was his gift." Fang Senyan hummed: "So now you understand why you became a human stick?" "I don't," Ronnie still replied honestly. Fang Senyan sighed with an air of disappointment: "The parasites inside you reproduced rapidly.

Given my shoddy medical skills, there was no way to extract all of them... precisely, extract them before they burrowed into your internal organs.

So, I employed a rather drastic but time-saving method to eliminate the parasites on your limbs: I simply chopped off your four limbs. Uh, you know the rest." What could Ronnie possibly say then?

He could only cling to a sliver of hope: "...God bless your decisiveness! Then, Boss, my great Boss, you surely have a way to fully restore me in this world, right?" Fang Senyan smiled: "That depends on your luck." "Why does this still depend on luck?

Boss, please stop messing with me," Ronnie said, on the verge of tears. Fang Senyan, both amused and exasperated, replied: "It truly depends on luck.

Right now, there are only two places that can treat your injuries. The first is the Protoss healing chamber, but only if those Protoss haven't been crushed by the Queen of Blades.

The second is a medical facility built by humans. Human research in this area has always been cutting-edge, allowing them to build such things without extensive tech tree climbing.

But I don't know if the human leaders, Pontan and Gilgisna, managed to escape... Tell me, is that not dependent on luck?" Ronnie was thoroughly dejected and had no comeback.

It felt just like a plot from a mediocre Wuxia novel: the protagonist, burdened by a deep-seated vendetta, finally achieves mastery of his ultimate power, only to be rendered useless right before confronting the enemy... After a period of silence, Ronnie suddenly spoke to Ramutas: "Hey, Ramutas, dear Ramutas, you certainly remember me, right?

I even gave you a fish once! Do you remember?

You finally recall! So scratch my back for me, I'm itching like crazy..." Fang Senyan wasn't walking aimlessly; he remembered the coordinates from the crash sequence and headed in the direction of the base Pontan and the others had established.

During this time, he also attempted to complete the main quest objective required for the Spatial Commission: planting the Nightmare Imprint Seed in Ronnie's chest. Unfortunately, it wouldn't take root, displaying a prompt that it could only be used in optimal condition.

Fortunately, about half a day into their journey, shadows flickered overhead. Immediately afterward, a human Ghost fighter disengaged its cloaking device and dove toward Fang Senyan and the others, apparently snapping a few photos with mechanical clicks.

Not long after, a transport ship descended under the escort of a dozen Ghost fighters. Gilgisna herself was there to greet them.

On the transport, discussing events since their separation, Fang Senyan learned that the Queen of Blades' primary target remained them. Pontan and the others, who had left earlier, had only two Vulture ground vehicles destroyed by pursuing Spore Crawlers and were otherwise safe.

After that battle, Pontan deeply reflected and agonizingly considered his next steps. But at his core, he was an SCV, and one whose brain seemed entirely filled with muscle.

Therefore, his revised objective was: Scrap all Mechanical Factories and shift the center of production from ground forces to air power, clearly aiming for the maneuverability of air units that could ignore terrain—if they couldn't win the fight, they could run faster... Upon hearing Pontan's decision, Fang Senyan could only let out a long sigh, offering no commentary.

While Pontan's strategic direction was certainly absurd, his execution was incredibly formidable. According to Gilgisna's report, that scoundrel’s Stargates were already welded to 80% completion, and powerful Star Cruisers were already under construction...

After a period of flight, they landed successfully. Fang Senyan then realized that Pontan had built the entire base in a three-dimensional structure, disguised impeccably.

No wonder it hadn't been discovered until now. More importantly, the advantage of having an SCV as the base leader was evident: while there was no bonus to combat effectiveness, their aptitude for resource acquisition was unparalleled.

This base had already discovered two severed veins of Pandora Crystals. These were branches of the main mineral line that had previously been mined dry.

While they couldn't support massive, army-style warfare, they were more than enough to keep the base operational. The platform, flashing with navigation lights, slowly opened, and the transport successfully landed on the underground bay.

Since injuries had been mentioned, several Medics were waiting outside with stretchers. The moment the "human stick" Ronnie appeared, he was lifted onto a stretcher.

Then, a sequence of drugs and equipment—Adrenaline injections, Pipemidic Acid tablets, Chlorpromazine tablets, Pentobarbital, Berberine tablets, Fluorocortisone, lint, blood pressure monitors, stethoscopes, thermometers, etc.—were sequentially administered or fitted onto Ronnie. These Medics were women possessing a certain degree of psychic energy, making them highly skilled healers capable of effectively restoring the health and lives of wounded soldiers.

Doctors could also treat Zerg infections, such as parasitism and trapping, so Ronnie’s injuries were mere child’s play in their eyes. As Ronnie was placed on the operating table, he rapidly received effective treatment.

By this time in the Earth Alliance, micro-anesthesia and weak laser technology were quite mature, and granulation tissue regeneration technology had propelled surgical procedures to unprecedented heights. Several parasitic worms Fang Senyan had missed were excised again.

Following a deep scan using electronic computer X-ray tomography, Ronnie was injected with anesthetics and nutrients, then placed in a culture dish for limb regeneration. Meanwhile, Fang Senyan went to check on Pontan.