Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"A...heart transplant?"

Fusu clutched his chest, his pale face filled with terror. Even the originally rampant corpse energy seemed to freeze for a moment in shock at those words.

"Our bodies, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents; how can we..."

"Stop talking nonsense! We're about to explode, what's the point of talking about parents!"

Su Ming interrupted his lecture and ripped off the black cloth from the glass vessel.

"Buzz—"

A streak of dark red light instantly illuminated the dimly lit alchemy room.

It was a heart, only the size of a fist, yet radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

It is not made of flesh and blood, but rather pieced together from countless intricate black iron gears, dark gold pipes, and a "corpse core" radiating high temperatures. Each pulsation is accompanied by the "click" of gears meshing and the "hiss" of steam billowing out, as if a steel beast, ready to roar at any moment, is hidden inside.

"What...what is this?"

Fusu was stunned. The mechanical texture, full of violent aesthetics, resonated with the uncontrollable killing intent within him.

"This is the 'Heart of Benevolence and Righteousness - Nuclear Power Edition' that I made with Old Man Gongshu after three sleepless nights."

Su Ming patted the glass case with a fanatical expression, "Powered by the crystal core of a high-level zombie king, and supplemented by the domineering mechanical techniques of the Gongshu family. It can perfectly integrate the righteous energy and corpse energy within your body, and..."

Su Ming paused, a devilish smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"It comes with a built-in 'emotional boost' system. The angrier you are, the stronger the power output; the more you try to reason, the faster it spins. From now on, your benevolence will no longer be just words, but a real... physical output."

"Imperial Advisor! Imperial Advisor! Where is my precious child? Where is my precious heart!"

Just then, the door to the alchemy room was kicked open again.

An old man with a stubble and smelling of engine oil rushed in; he was none other than Gongshu Chou, the head of the Gongshu family.

He spotted the mechanical heart on the table at a glance, his eyes instantly lit up like two light bulbs, and he scrambled over to it.

"Perfect...absolutely perfect!"

Gongshu Chou lay on the glass case, drooling, "The meshing of these gears, the circulation of energy... this is simply a work of art! Those woodworkers from the Mohist school would be so ashamed they'd hang themselves if they saw this!"

"Alright, old man, stop licking your boots and get ready for surgery."

Su Ming grabbed Gongshu Chou by the back of his collar and threw him next to the disinfection table. "Young Master Fusu is about to explode. This is the future 'second unit' pilot of our Great Qin. If we mess him up, His Majesty will skin us alive."

"Unit 2? Pilot?"

Fusu was completely confused, but the excruciating pain in his heart made it impossible for him to think.

"Young master, bear with it. The anesthetic might not be enough, but I'm quick."

Su Ming put on rubber gloves, picked up a gleaming saw, and revealed the kind of "nuclear-kind" smile that gave Fu Su nightmares.

"Come on, take a deep breath and think about something happy, like... how Confucius used to reason with people while wielding his sword."

"Sizzle—"

As the surgical saw started, a sickening cutting sound and the excited clinking of pliers echoed through the alchemy room.

"Vascular reconnection complete!"

"Corpse Qi Circulation Passed!"

"Power reactor... Ignition!"

Half an hour later.

"Thump!"

A deep, resounding boom, like the sound of a war drum, suddenly erupted from Fusu's chest.

Fusu, who had been lying on the operating table on the verge of death, suddenly opened his eyes.

In that instant, the bloodlust and blackness in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by a dazzling golden-red light, like the midday sun.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The mechanical heart pounded powerfully in his chest cavity, each beat pumping a surge of hot, explosive blood to his limbs and bones.

This feeling... is so strong!

Fusu slowly sat up, looking down at the healed dark red scar on his chest and the faint red glow beneath his skin. A wild confidence, unlike anything he had ever seen before, appeared on his face.

He used to be gentle and refined, but he always felt powerless.

Faced with his father's tyranny, the treacherous nature of the court, and the brutality of the Xiongnu, he could only use pale words to persuade and influence them.

But now, he feels as if a sun has entered his body.

"gentlemen……"

Fusu clenched his fist, and a loud popping sound echoed in the air. He turned to look at Su Ming, his voice no longer gentle, but carrying a metallic magnetism, "I think... I understand."

"What do you understand?"

While wiping the blood off his hands, Su Ming asked with great interest.

The "benevolence" spoken of by Confucius is not a weak form of forbearance.

Fusu stood up, his figure as straight as a pine tree, exuding an aura of pressure that made people dare not look directly at him. "True benevolence is having the power to physically redeem all evils, yet still choosing to give the other party a chance to kneel down and listen to reason."

"What if the other party doesn't listen?" Su Ming grinned mischievously.

"Then beat him until he listens!"

Fusu's eyes sharpened, and the red light on his chest suddenly intensified. "Winning people over with virtue... I used to think this 'virtue' referred to moral character, but now I think it should be 'martial virtue'!"

"boom!"

With a casual wave of his hand, a visible crimson shockwave swept out, directly smashing the solid bronze figure used for the experiment into a flat iron disc.

"Good! You have a good understanding!"

Su Ming clapped and laughed, "That's right! This is how the eldest son of Great Qin should be! All that pedantic Confucianism should have been thrown into the trash heap long ago. From now on, the principles of Great Qin will be within your fist's range!"

Fusu took a deep breath, feeling the continuous power in his heart, and bowed deeply to Su Ming.

"Thank you so much for saving me, sir! Fusu... understands."

This bow was no longer the old-fashioned etiquette, but a powerful salute between comrades-in-arms.

Beside him, Gongshu Chou was already dumbfounded.

He stared intently at the pulsating red light on Fusu's chest. The sight of the intricate mechanical structure operating within flesh and blood was more awe-inspiring to this mechanical fanatic than ascending to immortality.

"Is this... the ultimate fusion of biology and machinery?"

Gongshu Chou trembled all over, his beard sticking up high. Suddenly, with a "thump," he knelt straight down in front of the operating table and prostrated himself before Su Ming and Fusu.

"Imperial Advisor! Young Master!"

"My life has been worthwhile! This is the future of mechanical arts!"

"I beg you, Grand Preceptor, accept my utmost respect! From now on, the Gongshu family will be the sharpest blade in your hand! Wherever you point, I will transform that place into a mechanical hell!"

Su Ming looked at the old man who was so excited he was about to have a stroke and shook his head helplessly.

"Alright, alright, stop kneeling and get up to work."

Su Ming kicked Gongshu Chou's butt, then looked out the window at the dark night, his eyes gradually becoming deep and unfathomable.

"This is nothing."

"Since the heart can be replaced, then... can the other parts also be upgraded?"

"For example, how about equipping our zombie army with some 'cyberpunk' gadgets?"