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At this moment, Leng Fengyang's heart surged with emotion as he opened the System Panel through his thoughts and inquired about the method for developing the Vaccine. The system displayed a list resembling a traditional Chinese medicine formula.
【Virus Strain: Corpse Poison】
【Cell Culture Medium: Clotted Plasma】
【Additive: Chicken Embryo Extract】
【Adjuvant: Aluminum Hydroxide】
【Stabilizer:】
【Preservative:】
【Preservative and Buffer: Disodium Hydrogen Phosphate】
The proportions for the Vaccine were laid out so clearly; this system was truly remarkable, saving him from the lengthy development process. Looking at the list, Leng Fengyang felt a mix of contradiction and unity. Finding these materials would not be easy, especially the Clotted Plasma.
Acquiring the virus strain also posed challenges. Although the streets were filled with walking corpses, obtaining samples meant facing even greater dangers—collecting virus strains from these undead beings. These corpses had once been victims of an outbreak, but now they roamed the ruins and wilderness as terrifying entities, carrying unknown mutated viruses that were both a threat and the key to creating the Zombie Toxin Vaccine.
After careful planning, Leng Fengyang and his two companions prepared to act in areas where corpses frequently appeared. Leng Fengyang took the lead, ready to risk himself and confront the vicious undead up close, with a rebar slung over his shoulder that stood out prominently. A Yan was equipped with a specialized sampling needle and sealed containers, prepared to extract the strain quickly and safely at a critical moment. Luo Shanhe drove the tank, providing fire support while remaining on standby nearby, ready to assist their retreat.
Each of them performed their roles with precision and coordination. As Leng Fengyang and A Yan ventured deeper into the heart of the undead territory, the first corpse slowly came into view, its staggering gait revealing a strong aggressiveness.
Leng Fengyang quickly assessed its movement patterns, skillfully using the rebar to lure the corpse into making an attack while deftly dodging its strikes, gradually guiding it into a relatively open area that would facilitate their escape. A Yan kept a close watch on the exposed wound of the corpse, where the virus was most concentrated.
At that moment when Leng Fengyang successfully distracted the corpse, A Yan seized the opportunity. With lightning speed, he thrust the sampling needle deep into the corpse's wound, swiftly extracting a blood sample containing the virus and immediately sealing it in a specialized container. The entire process flowed seamlessly, with hardly any unnecessary movements.
After completing the collection, Leng Fengyang immediately signaled for retreat. Luo Shanhe provided heavy fire cover, and the three of them coordinated seamlessly to quickly leave the scene.
This operation not only allowed them to obtain valuable virus strain samples but also deepened their trust and understanding of each other. Along the way, Leng Fengyang intentionally gathered other supplies, and with the help of A Yan and Luo Shanhe, they quickly amassed additional materials, including a sufficient amount of virus strains. However, they could not find any Clotted Plasma.
Clotted Plasma, as a key component of the Vaccine, was undeniably important. It not only contained rich clotting factors but could also stimulate the human immune system's specific response to Corpse Poison under certain conditions. However, in this apocalyptic world, hospitals had long been abandoned, blood banks were dry, and searching for healthy Plasma was akin to finding a needle in a haystack. Leng Fengyang furrowed his brow, contemplating various possibilities until a bold idea emerged in his mind: to use his own Plasma.
As a Grave Hunter, this decision was not made lightly; it was based on a profound analysis of the current situation and confidence in his own health. He understood that this might violate certain rules set by the system, and time was of the essence—there was no room for hesitation.
Luo Shanhe drove ahead while in the back seat, Leng Fengyang and A Yan prepared to begin a simple Vaccine development experiment. A Yan had been influenced by her grandfather and had some knowledge of both Western and traditional medicine. Faced with Leng Fengyang's daring proposal, she hesitated for a moment, mostly out of concern for him. She knew that in this world where rules had collapsed and order no longer existed, traditional boundaries and constraints had become blurred.
"Are you sure? This isn't just about personal safety; it could trigger unforeseen consequences," A Yan asked softly, the syringe in her hand glinting coldly under the dim light.
Leng Fengyang took a deep breath, his gaze resolute as he spoke with undeniable determination: "There's no time left. Every life is worth our risk. Besides, I believe my body can handle it."
Although A Yan did not have a medical license, at that moment she was a trustworthy doctor, and Leng Fengyang's eyes reflected his utmost faith in her. As A Yan slowly pushed the syringe, bright red blood began to flow into the sterilized temporary container, mixing with the virus strains.
The system's warning echoed in Leng Fengyang's ears like a cold curse, extinguishing their enthusiasm completely.
"Vaccine manufacturing failed. Player Leng Fengyang has violated game rules by illegally using live Plasma. The system has automatically locked out access for three days for safety assessment; system reboot time is undetermined."
It was over; it seemed this game was not lawless after all—the system had its own set of rules. Clearly, the game world was not an unrestrained paradise; it was deeply rooted in a rigorous set of laws and mechanisms that ensured every player's actions were bound by constraints. The system's rules acted like an invisible net, guiding and limiting every operation, proving that even within a game world there existed an unbreakable order.
It appeared that this violent approach would not work; if live Plasma was off-limits, where could they find medical Plasma?
Luo Shanhe, driving in front, felt reluctant about the Vaccine manufacturing failure. He understood well that every decision in this game world required caution; rules were both invisible shackles and necessary means to maintain order. The use of live Plasma undoubtedly crossed the moral and ethical boundaries set by game design.
However, speaking of which, A-Feng, the system you carry around is simply amazing.
Luo Shanhe's words were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment—resentment for not having such a system that could show off and slap faces.
Sitting next to Leng Fengyang, A Yan put away her needle and also found the system fascinating. She was more concerned about the Plasma issue and said, "Medical Plasma usually comes from hospitals or specialized blood banks. Perhaps we can try to find a similar medical facility to see if there's a chance to obtain it legally."
Upon hearing this, Luo Shanhe's eyes lit up, as if this new idea sparked hope within him. "Yes, that abandoned hospital we just visited—we could make a surprise return. Who knows what we might find there?"
Leng Fengyang nodded slightly, his eyes glinting with thought. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "It's definitely worth a try. We must proceed with caution. After our earlier commotion, the hospital has likely attracted more corpses. Getting in again won't be easy."
He paused, intending to express that without the system's prompts, it would be like losing the advantage of a first strike. This undoubtedly increased the safety risks for anyone recklessly attempting to infiltrate the hospital.
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