Chapter 17

"During this disaster, the other three components that gained consciousness will all seek to become the new dominant force by devouring each other. In this process, the losers will have their consciousness erased, becoming nutrients for the victors to create new components. As the host, you should understand the implications of this, right?"

"You, you've said so much, you can't be telling me..."

Chen Yang's face was grim, with a vague suspicion forming in his mind.

"You guessed right. Due to the failed parasitism, the other three components were lost. After such a long time, they might have developed primitive consciousness. We are now facing this problem, and if we are found by the other components, death will be our fate."

The right hand confirmed Chen Yang's thoughts.

Damn, this is too much! Human fathers and sons killing each other is tragic enough, but you, my friend, have taken it to a whole new level, even splitting yourself to fight each other?

Chen Yang's face was full of sorrow as he asked, "Then, can't you go and devour the other components?"

"I am not the component responsible for combat. My main function is to carry consciousness. The chances of directly defeating the other components are very low."

This was not hard to understand. It's like a group of people who are usually united and led by a strategist, but if they turn on each other, the strategist would definitely not be able to fight the others just by relying on combat skills.

"Then, what should we do? Should we run away quickly?"

To save his life, Chen Yang began to think about where to flee: America? Japan? Europe?

"Run? No, running can't solve the problem. Besides, I need to find and devour the other components. Can the host body abandon its own limbs?"

The right hand firmly rejected Chen Yang's escape plan.

"Although my combat ability is inferior to the other components, as the carrier of consciousness, my wisdom and knowledge far surpass those of the other components. So don't worry, just follow my instructions."

The right hand's mouthparts pointed to the purchased items and said, "Now, we must manufacture some weapons to deal with the crisis when it comes."

Manufacture weapons?

Chen Yang was stunned. The alien actually wanted to manufacture weapons? This is a serious matter!

Chen Yang's eyes changed, and he looked at the assorted "junk" with a serious expression.

Can these things really be used to make weapons?

Chen Yang's face twitched, feeling somewhat doubtful.

"Now, host, go upstairs and bring down the item I asked you to keep."

The right hand returned to its original shape and commanded.

Chen Yang drew a deep breath. The item he imagined to be equivalent to a nuclear weapon was finally about to be revealed. Would it be dangerous? Could it destroy the entire city?

Chen Yang, feeling uneasy, walked out of the basement and locked the door, preparing to head to his own room. However, as soon as he left the basement, he heard a voice, "Mr. Chen, hello."

A fair-skinned girl with blonde hair and a girl with long black hair were walking in, carrying bags. They happened to meet Chen Yang coming out of the basement and greeted him.

These two girls were very pretty and young, the two tenants living upstairs. They were said to be models who often traveled to car shows and game expos, so it was rare to see them.

Chen Yang frowned, feeling indifferent to the two girls, and replied casually as he started to go upstairs.

"Wait, Mr. Chen, don't be so cold."

The blonde girl stepped forward to block Chen Yang and said coquettishly, "Every time we talk to you, you seem indifferent. Have we done something to offend you?"

"No, you're overthinking it."

Chen Yang remained calm, "I'm very busy now. We can talk later."

Damn, he was dealing with something that could potentially endanger all of humanity. These two kids should stay as far away as possible.

Without giving the blonde girl a good look, Chen Yang avoided her and walked upstairs, opening the door to his room.

"I'm so angry, he doesn't give us any face at all."

The blonde girl stomped her feet in anger. When had she ever seen such a man? At car shows and game expos, the men who came to visit always pretended to be proper, but their eyes always roamed over them. This landlord, however, had never even glanced at them. Was he gay?

"Alright, Qingqing, stop trying to cling to others."

The girl with black hair shook her head. She knew her companion's thoughts. Being a model might seem glamorous, but the hard work behind the scenes was known to few. Many models hoped to marry into wealth, but was that so easy?

Not only might others not pay attention to you, but even if they were temporarily swayed by your body, the idea of a happy ending was a joke. In the end, you might lose both the person and the money.

People who always had such thoughts would be disappointed, as reality was often more cruel than movies.

Her companion, Yu Qingqing, had this idea. Seeing no wealthy men to pursue, she had set her sights on the young landlord.

The young landlord, though only a year or two older than them, owned a building in this big city, which was no small feat.

The skyrocketing real estate prices in Donghai meant that even this somewhat remote area near the city outskirts was worth millions. Not to mention the potential compensation if the city developed further and the building was demolished.

So, despite the young landlord's unremarkable appearance, he was actually a hidden tycoon. If he sold the building, he could instantly go from a poor man to a wealthy one.

This made Yu Qingqing, who had her eye on him, very interested and eager to get close to Chen Yang.

Unfortunately, every time she hinted at her intentions, Chen Yang ignored and rejected her, making her furious.

They didn't know that Chen Yang found them to be early risers and late sleepers, with revealing clothing, and doubted their moral integrity, so he didn't bother with them.

Back at home, Chen Yang nervously went to the bed, opened a hidden door, and took out the silver metal cylinder.

"Host, take the item back to the basement."

The right hand ordered.

"Yes."

Chen Yang took a deep breath, carefully holding the metal cylinder with both hands, and walked to the basement with utmost caution.

This level of tension and seriousness made Chen Yang feel more nervous than he ever did during his college entrance exam. After all, failing the exam was just a matter of retaking it, but if this thing went wrong, who knew what would happen?

The unknown was the most terrifying, and Chen Yang couldn't help but be extremely cautious.

With the determination and perseverance of protecting a nuclear weapon, Chen Yang tightly held the cylinder and successfully brought it into the basement.

Back in the basement, the right hand extended like a rubber band, wrapped around the metal cylinder, and placed it on a wooden table.

"Next, host, I will begin manufacturing the first weapon. Follow my instructions."

"Yes."

Chen Yang was also curious about what kind of weapon the right hand planned to make.

However, the right hand didn't start working as Chen Yang imagined. Instead, it opened the CAD software on the computer.

What is it planning to do?

Chen Yang was surprised. The right hand's familiarity with the computer, which was initially a bit slow, had become something even Chen Yang, a native Earthling, couldn't understand in just a few days. What amazed him this time was that the right hand opened the CAD software and, with terrifying speed, began to create a large-scale engineering drawing on the screen.

So fast!

Even though he had seen the right hand's speed in writing code before, seeing its drawing speed now left Chen Yang in shock, his face gradually changing.

From this moment, it was clear that this extraterrestrial parasitic organism was not only incomprehensible in its form but also far more advanced in technology than humans.

This was not good news for humanity.