Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1089 - 1088: Losing Consciousness

Aside from figuring out how to deal with this giant dragon, Chu Ge was thinking about nothing else now, because it was pointless to try.Moreover, this beast wasn't giving him any time; though it should have been the awe-inspiring dragon of legend, it was acting more like a red-eyed mad dog, relentlessly pursuing and crashing towards Chu Ge.

The ferocious energy it emitted was as if Chu Ge had dug up its dragon grave, fueling its hatred so immense that it vowed not to rest until Chu Ge was torn to shreds.

In fact, this dragon did tear Chu Ge apart, and not just once. But every time Chu Ge's body dissolved into a rain of blood, he experienced a resurrection, as if he had consumed a Resurrection Coin, returning to full health on the spot.

Chu Ge didn't understand what was happening; all he knew was that it was fine as long as he wasn't dead.

Of course, he wasn't satisfied with merely "being alive"; he hadn't died the last couple of times, but who knows if he'd really succumb the next time?

Thus, Chu Ge constantly observed the giant creature's every move with utmost concentration, far more diligent than when he studied the move lists in King of Fighters as a child, mastering each character's combo.

After all, even if Chu Ge could actually resurrect indefinitely now, each injury and each death felt real and unequivocal.

Undoubtedly, it was a thoroughly awful experience. If his mind wasn't strong enough, he'd have already broken apart from this inhuman torment.

And though the immense pain overwhelmed Chu Ge repeatedly, it only made him more valiant in battle, resolutely persisting; from being instantaneously killed immediately upon revival, he slowly began to figure things out, managing to contend with the dragon, if only for a little while.

In this lopsided battle of power, Chu Ge unintentionally realized something: if he collapsed, his ability to endlessly resurrect might stop; his body might be reborn, but he'd only face erasure repeatedly, trapped eternally in the agony of life and death—a torment far exceeding any earthly torture.

It's much like what people often say: effort doesn't guarantee success, but without effort, there's certainly no success.

Furthermore, Chu Ge was fighting in his Spiritual World, or rather, enduring suffering. Naturally, in the real world, he was unconscious.

If he took too long here, his body's functions would deplete. Once it reached the point of exhaustion, it would be pure death indeed.

Moreover, who could say before his physical functions deteriorated, whether Chu Chengrui, that mad old dog, might first do something Chu Ge absolutely didn't want to happen?

Thus, the path before Chu Ge was singular: regardless of the overwhelming disparity in strength between him and the dragon, regardless of how faint the hope seemed, he had to maintain a fervent fighting spirit and battle relentlessly with everything he had!

Crack!

One of Chu Ge's arms was torn off by the dragon's claws.

Spurt!

Sharp dragon teeth pierced through Chu Ge's entire chest.

Crunch crunch!

Chu Ge's body was bitten to pieces, and fresh blood poured down from the dragon's mouth.

Chu Ge's silhouette appeared once more on the ground, his eyes filled with bloodshot streaks that seemed alive, laughing wildly as he charged once more at the seemingly unbeatable dragon that had torn him apart countless times.

This was truly bravery, defying death and challenging the impossible!

Standing against a giant is foolish, yet isn't it also courage? When people mocked the mantis, who knew what it was trying to protect?

As Chu Ge was pulverized time and again, fighting bloodily, in the real world, a streak of dawn light appeared at the eastern horizon, tearing through the endless darkness with a hand, gradually transforming to a gentle soft yellow, then to a warm light red.

A red sun rose slowly, and the world was lit.

Even though some stars stubbornly refused to leave the night that belonged to them, they couldn't halt the morning's arrival. Soon, they'd have to yield the vast expanse of sky entirely to the sun, which would cast ten thousand rays of light.

In a modern-looking bedroom, Chu Chengrui got out of bed with a refreshed spirit, opened the curtains, and gazed at the sunrise far in the distance, his old eyes glowing brightly.

These days, everything was progressing as he hoped. His most valuable test subject, Chu Ge, was cooperating so well. With the accumulated experience from before, his research was smooth and rapidly advancing. Continuing at this pace, he'd soon achieve breakthrough results.

What is it like to have subordinates whose strength, speed, and physical defense far exceed average humans, whose wounds can quickly heal?

What is it like to control countless destinies, holding immense power?

Chu Chengrui knew he was close to finding answers to these questions.

Feedback from the market indicated that the "Rejuvenating Pill" targeted at the elderly had already achieved great success, gaining recognition and trust from countless people, and was earning widespread acclaim. His already excellent public image received a significant boost.

Ha, this was to be expected. The Rejuvenating Pill was priced low, effective, and contained genuine ingredients beneficial to people. Tiancheng Pharmaceutical didn't make much profit from it; it'd be strange if it wasn't popular.

However... his next major move, preparing to launch health supplements targeting other age groups into the market, will bear some differences from the Rejuvenating Pill.

With the current influence of Tiancheng Pharmaceutical domestically and internationally, coupled with the endorsement of those middle-aged and elderly who trust the Rejuvenating Pill, as long as he makes some manipulations on the upcoming products, adding some "ingredients" to them, undeniably, he will have a stranglehold on countless people.

These people, initially oblivious, will revel in the changes in their bodies, but by the time they realize something is off, it will be too late.

By that time... he will have mass-produced countless servants loyal to him, a gigantic storm will be sweeping across the globe like a virus in an exceedingly short span!

Who will dare to challenge him? Who can even challenge him?

He will become the deity worshipped by countless people, used to express the admiration they hold in their hearts!

As for whether their admiration is voluntary... what does it matter?

This grand game he has been playing for so many years, has finally reached its final phase.

Those fools, do they really think he's just a businessman and philanthropist?

Ha! Do not joke; he's the greatest scientist, and naturally, the greatest ambitious man.

As for philanthropy? It's merely a tedious gilded game, a necessary facade.

Hmm, now just wait for Chu Ge's body to bring him more surprises.

On the dining table was a delicate Western breakfast, yet the utensils were not forks and knives, but bowls and chopsticks, and the beverage wasn't coffee but soybean milk—Chu Chengrui didn't like following foreign traditions; he preferred doing things his own way.

There were many similar matters.

Under usual circumstances, if there were important outsiders present, Chu Chengrui would need to be more considerate, but now he was alone, so naturally, there was nothing to worry about.

Soon he believed, even with outsiders present, there would be no need for concern; once he succeeded, who would be worthy of his concern?

And then... it would be time to dismiss the rules of eating Western food with knives and forks and establish his preferred rules.

After finishing breakfast from elegant bone china tableware, Chu Chengrui prepared to invite an old friend over for some golf and a chat.

Before he could dial, a call came in first; it was from the S District.

The smile on Chu Chengrui's face grew deeper, every wrinkle filled with mirth, secretly wondering if there was more good news.

When he answered the call, the wrinkles on his face gradually lost their original curve, and the smile in his eyes was slowly replaced with cold sharpness; when he hung up, his brows had furrowed.

"Lost consciousness? How is that possible?"

Half an hour later, in S District, Chu Chengrui walked into a room with a stern expression.

His eldest son, Chu Mu, had been waiting outside for quite some time, pacing back and forth; upon seeing Chu Chengrui, he immediately followed him into the room and shut the door.

He was a middle-aged man who resembled Chu Chengrui by seven-tenths, dressed in a crisp suit; just by appearance, he'd undoubtedly fit the righteous type, perfectly suitable to play the hero in a TV drama.

"Explain specifically, what happened, wasn't everything fine yesterday? How could a person suddenly lose consciousness?"

"Father, um... I'm not really sure either."

As Chu Mu's words settled, a cold glint flashed in Chu Chengrui's eyes, his brows furrowed tighter, and the air seemed to chill.

Chu Mu's body stiffened for a moment, swallowed nervously, and continued, "I've checked the surveillance footage; there's absolutely nothing unusual, and those who interacted with him during these days seemed perfectly normal."

"Don't give me that nonsense, I don't want to hear it."

Chu Chengrui's expression became gloomier; though he remained motionless, his tone was calm, still seated firmly on the extravagantly luxurious dragon chair, yet Chu Mu couldn't help but shiver, recognizing the immense irritation in that calm voice.

"Yes, Father, do take a look at this."

A drop of cold sweat slid across Chu Mu's forehead as he respectfully handed over the item in his hand to Chu Chengrui.

Chu Chengrui glanced over it.

What?!