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The flamethrower ignited the Mid-Autumn Post, and the flames spread along the display case towards the Bo Yuan Tie. I stared at the formula on the Synthesizer Display: C6H12O6 + 6O2 →... The arrow at the end twisted continuously.
"For every liter of Oxygen produced, a hundred thousand Brain Cells are consumed," I said, twisting the bronze knob of the Synthesizer. "The combined brain capacity of you three is enough for the entire city to breathe for twelve seconds."
Suddenly, the old man pulled the trigger, and flames brushed past my ear. The young man behind him discarded his weapon, revealing rotting gill slits on his neck. "We escaped from the Xinyang Group as test subjects. They’re mixing cyanide into the oxygen machines..."
The roar of a Mutated Terracotta Warrior approached around the corner of the hallway. I slammed a fragment of the Lantingji Xu into the Synthesizer slot, and the scent of ink mixed with blood exploded in my mouth. "If you want to live, give me a drop of blood!"
As their blood droplets seeped into the Synthesizer's patterns, a thunderous sound erupted throughout the exhibition hall. Ink gushed from the top of the device, coalescing in midair into a massive Oxygen Bubble that enveloped us and shattered through the glass ceiling.
"Hold on tight!"
From fifteen meters above, I looked down to see that the museum had turned into a battlefield. The Terracotta Warriors were feasting on the old man's subordinates, while further away above the Xinyang Group's Twin Towers, hundreds of Oxygen Transport Capsules were ascending with trailing flames like fireflies escaping from hell.
By the time we landed on the rooftop of City Hospital, the young man was already showing signs of respiratory alkalosis. He trembled as he lifted his shirt, revealing a metallic device embedded in his abdomen—an Lung Lobe meter installed by Xinyang Group for their Oxygen Slaves.
"They modified humans using fragments of Huangdi Neijing..." He coughed up blood mixed with metal shards. "They said it could find an alternative method for Photosynthesis..."
I suddenly recalled Chu Xiyue's gradient pupils. A red alert popped up on the System Light Screen as a Symbiotic Vine uncontrollably pierced into the young man's temple, and the memories it retrieved sent chills down my spine.
Three hundred meters underground in Xinyang Group, a hundred thousand Oxygen batteries connected to respirators lay in Life Pods, their cerebral cortices implanted with nanowires from Yongle Dadian.
"The so-called air purification is turning people into biological oxygen machines," I crushed the concrete railing on the rooftop. "That lunatic Chu Xiyue..."
The young man's body suddenly convulsed violently as the meter Display lit up with a countdown. At that moment, as his pupils dilated, the ozone layer generator atop the Twin Towers roared to life, blue-white arcs spelling out six giant Chinese characters in midair:
【Oxygen Revolution Successful】
All operating oxygen machines suddenly reversed, spewing out light green toxic mist from their exhausts.
My Symbiotic Vine wrapped around me in a state of stress, blooming an eerie Mandala Flower amidst the toxic mist—each petal resembling a shrunken human lung.
"Warning! Triterpenoids detected, reacting with host blood..." The system's alert was drowned out by the air raid sirens.
I gazed at the melting clouds, finally understanding what Chu Xiyue meant by "the Photosynthesis Formula has been tampered with"—this was not a Natural Disaster; it was a meticulously planned Oxygen Extinction that had been in the works for thirty years.
"Because the Photosynthesis Formula has been altered."
Her voice echoed from beneath the ground, accompanied by the fading vibrations. "Go to the museum to find the remaining Copper Remnants; I will be waiting for you at the Oxygen Plant... my dear Oxygen King."
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