My Players Are So Fierce

In the large villa where the maintenance team of “Real Different World” operated, intense coughing continuously echoed from a special ward. Doctors in white coats moved in and out anxiously, deploying various advanced equipment, yet they still couldn’t save the life that was slipping away.

Lying in the hospital bed, Cement Sister had entered her final moments.

Her body had withered to nothing but skin and bones. This was not due to mistreatment by the villa staff; in fact, it was the inevitable result of bodily failure, as soul-body separation was an incurable terminal illness at this stage of medical science.

She understood this herself.

Thus, she kept persuading her family not to waste more resources on a situation where death was certain. But the astounding knowledge that Cement Sister had brought back from the different world over the past twenty days made it impossible for the higher-ups to give up on her. The best medical resources from her home were sent over, and over forty medical experts were doing their utmost to prolong her life.

All these efforts brought an additional seven days of survival.

Cement Sister was supposed to have died seven days ago, but she was kept alive, holding on to her last breath until now.

This might sound torturous, but in reality, Cement Sister had lost all sensation of her body half a month ago, so she felt no pain. On the contrary, during these final moments, she still maintained quite a clear mind.

“Cough, cough, I am dying…”

Amid the busy hospital room, this thought arose in her mind.

But she wasn’t afraid, probably because she had already witnessed the bustling scene of the “afterlife” with her own eyes.

Compared to her current predicament of being trapped in a body unable to move, transferring to Transylvania would grant her real “freedom,” which seemed like a profitable deal.

Yes, in a more poetic sense, she was given a precious second chance.

“It’s no use; her vital signs have deteriorated too severely. The medication has become ineffective. We can’t save her.”

The doctor, who had been busy for hours, tiredly spoke to the assistants nearby, and the mood in the ward thickened. Though they didn’t quite understand why this emaciated woman was so important, the sense of failure from being unable to reclaim a soul from the hands of the Death God was still filled with remorse for them.

“Cough, cough.”

Cement Sister coughed painfully, made a weak gesture, and the doctor removed her respirator, hearing her soft voice:

“It’s all right; it’s not your fault… This is the destiny I deserve. I’m about to leave; they are calling me from the other side… Please… please ask the person in charge to come over, I have a few last words for him.”

“Hmm.”

The old doctor cast a compassionate look at Cement Sister, then turned and left. Lord Qin couldn’t come at the moment, but Loyal Brother had been waiting outside the ward all along. After the message was conveyed, the ward was quickly cleared. Loyal Brother walked in with a recorder, sitting by Cement Sister’s side.

He looked at this woman, now resembling a human skeleton, with a complex expression.

Over the past twenty days, she had been relentlessly “transporting knowledge,” like a flame burning the little life left in her. Loyal Brother could sense the urgency and regret.

Perhaps her actions were driven by a mind seeking redemption, but at least to Loyal Brother, Cement Sister’s last days indeed seemed exhausting.

“What’s the meaning of that look in your eyes? Feeling sorry for me?”

Cement Sister chuckled, coughing as she spoke:

“You know, you’ll see me on the other side, right? You also know, for someone in my condition, crossing over there is true liberation.

Let’s not talk about that, let’s discuss something important.

I had hoped to fully understand the structure and knowledge of the Creator’s Biosphere before my time ran out, leaving something useful for those back home, but the truth is, my intellect is still too inferior compared to Creator Technology.

I’ve given my all and managed to comprehend less than a tenth of its principles, and I’ve recorded all those things.”

She pointed to the workstation still running on the opposite side of the ward, then told Loyal Brother:

“It may take some time for them to grasp that overly advanced knowledge, but I’ve also imitated the structure principles of the biosphere. Once we’ve completed a basic imitation, we can start manufacturing similar things.

It is destined not to achieve the miraculous transformation that is Creator Technology, but at least it can cure more diseases and provide doctors with more treatment options.

Listen to me!”

Cement Sister intensified her tone, telling Loyal Brother:

“Creator Technology is a real treasure trove! Those seemingly magical powers are based on enhanced stages derived from our current technology pathways, and that’s the most suitable knowledge for us to learn.

I suggest that no matter the cost, the discoveries made in the relics of the Golden Era must be extracted for practical use. Once I’m over there, I’ll connect with the forces on that side.

I know Mengha is also one of our people; she and little Ruyi will be my best assistants.

But the three of us are not enough; we need more people in this field to join in!

From imitation and learning to outcome production is bound to require time. I hope that those back home are mentally prepared, as our technological level is, in comparison to Creator Technology, like primitive people worshipping lightning, revering the gods that might exist beyond the clouds.