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Using his shoulder to lean against the wall, Strange struggled to his feet and prepared to continue towards the basketball court.

But at this moment...

His cell phone rang for a while.

……

Strange stood at the front door of Future Age headquarters, looking up at the building whose top was almost invisible.

Some time ago, he tried every possible method and channel to treat his hands, and naturally he also sought help from Future Era Company, which specializes in biological genes and tackling terminal diseases.

Although at the time it was only a faint hope.

To Strange's surprise, Future Era's customer service just called to say that Future Era's manager wants to see him!

Alice, the Grand Administrator of the Future Chronicles.

This is a legendary big shot; it seems that even the internal employees of Future Era Company have never seen him!

……

Soon, Strange boarded the private elevator leading to the chairman's office.

Watching the elevator continuously ascend and jump between floors.

Strange felt inexplicably nervous. As a former genius doctor, he had naturally entered the circles of the upper class.

However, the top executives of giant corporations like Future Age and Stark Industries are already at the top of the social class, and can easily create a large number of upper-class circles!

Moreover, with his hands now paralyzed, he has completely lost his status as a doctor who can communicate with others on an equal footing.

Amidst tension and anticipation.

With a ding-dong, the elevator arrived at the second-to-last floor of the headquarters building.

The General Manager's Office.

The elevator doors opened, and Strange stepped out nervously, only to be greeted by a huge office with top-notch luxury features.

With the curtains drawn all the way up on one of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, brilliant golden sunlight streamed into the room, offering a bird's-eye view of the entire Queens borough of New York.

In the manager's office, a black-haired boy sat upright at the desk, his bright and piercing eyes fixed on him.

"You, you are...!"

Strange's eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open in astonishment.

Chapter 330, Mechanical Ascension, Death's Legacy

Future Era Headquarters, General Manager's Office.

A young man who looked to be only about eighteen years old, with a figure that seemed to be perfectly proportioned, made his white shirt look even more structured, and had a handsome face, sat in an office chair.

Next to the luxurious and high-end office chair, a young and beautiful girl with short blonde hair, dressed in a bodycon skirt suit, stood quietly to the side like a secretary.

"You are... Xinian? Xinian Prince?!"

Strange walked into the living room, staring almost blankly at the black-haired boy.

“Long time no see, Dr. Strange.” hope Nian smiled and nodded. “Let’s sit down and talk.”

“It really is you. I thought you had passed away from illness three years ago…”

Strange was stunned.

Back then, Strange was flown directly from New York to Washington by Lorna to get medical treatment for Shinn.

Cancer, which seems to be one of the most terrifying incurable diseases in humankind, is ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than cancer itself. It's as if you're being targeted by the Grim Reaper.

Even with Strange's superb medical skills, he could only survive for a maximum of three days.

Now, three years have passed.

The boy who should have died was unharmed, with a rosy complexion, sitting in the chair just as he had been three years ago.

A medical miracle?

“Oh, I was indeed dead for three years, but I’ve just been resurrected.” hope Nian said casually.

"..."

Strange always felt that his worldview was being thoroughly overturned by the other party every time.

Dead and then resurrected?

Is this even human?!

Strange sat down in the chair in front of his desk, his brain processing the massive amount of information for a moment, before looking at Xinian with surprise and saying, "You're the chief administrator of the future era?"

“No.” hope Nian shook his head decisively.

Just as Strange inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, hope Nian bluntly stated, "I am the chairman of this company, and the general manager is one of the housekeepers in my household."

"..."

Strange didn't know what to say. After a long pause, he slowly exhaled and smiled bitterly, "I must say, you're truly amazing. You always manage to subvert my imagination from various angles."

He looked at the girl standing next to hope Nian, whose appearance, figure, and temperament were all striking: "This is..."

"Hello, Mr. Strange, my name is Gwen Stacy." Gwen held a document, her short hair neat and intellectual, her figure petite and well-proportioned, her legs in black stockings straight and even, she really looked like a proper secretary, she greeted with a polite smile.

“She’s my girlfriend,” hope Nian blinked and added.

Gwen blushed slightly but did not refute it.

Strange felt like he'd been force-fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection). Couldn't he have some sympathy for a disabled person who's paralyzed in both hands, single for over thirty years, and still doesn't have a girlfriend?

hope Nian's gaze fell on Strange's hidden hands: "Alright. Doctor, how are your hands now?"

Strange sighed and struggled to lift his stiff, bandaged hands: "As you can see. Due to a car accident, my hands are severely paralyzed and I can't move them. The hospital can't do anything about it."

hope Nian suddenly froze.

Under his gaze, a wisp of black smoke, like morning mist, lingered on Strange's paralyzed hands, constantly dissolving and dissipating.

Like a photograph left behind by death!

"hope Nian?"

It wasn't until Gwen's voice came from the side that Xinian came back to his senses.

When Xinian looked at Strange again, there was no black mist left; it was as if he had misread it.

But how could someone with spider-like perception be wrong!

“Gwen, did you notice anything unusual about me just now? Like my eyes?” Xinian asked Gwen directly.

“No,” Gwen replied. “You just spaced out for a moment, and other than that, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.”

"Did you see the black mist just now?" hope Nian's gaze returned to Strange's hands.

Gwen shook her head: "I didn't see any black mist."

"What's wrong?" Strange was completely baffled, clearly not having seen the strange sight in Xinian's eyes earlier.

hope Nian's eyes narrowed slightly.

It turns out, only he could see it...

"nothing."

hope Nian shook his head and snapped his fingers lightly: "Alice."

Immediately.

A faint blue light, like a scanning ray, fell from the office ceiling, scanning Strange's hands from top to bottom.

After the scan was completed, hope Nian asked directly, "Can it be cured?"

Inside the office, Alice's pleasant and crisp voice quickly replied:

"The muscles are severely necrotic and the nerves are highly damaged. It would be great if they could be brought here for treatment within a week of the injury."

Upon hearing this, Strange's eyes dimmed, and his heart sank.

But then the AI ​​Alice continued, "Due to the prolonged delay, there are currently only three treatment options left."

"One method is to directly discard the old limbs and replace them with new, cultivated limbs. Another method is to add some metal to help repair nerves and transform the old limbs into a semi-mechanical, semi-biological form. The last method is to discard the old limbs and replace them with a pair of metal mechanical limbs."

“Three… kinds? How effective are they?” Strange’s mouth was dry.

Alice: "No matter which treatment you choose, it will restore your hands to at least their original function, or even more!"

Strange's eyes widened in excitement, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Doctor, what do you think?" hope Nian said, "I personally recommend the third option. Since your hand is already necrotic, why not go straight for—mechanical ascension!"

Strange took a deep breath and said, "I want to choose the second option."

Whether it's the first or the third method, you must discard the original limb.

Only the second option involves highly advanced restoration while preserving the old limb.

Strange is unwilling to give up the original hands that made him a genius doctor.

Since it was Strange's own choice, hope Nian didn't try to persuade him further and said, "Alice, help him make the arrangements."

Alice: "Mr. Strange, you can receive treatment in the Future Era laboratory today, and the repairs are expected to be completed tomorrow."

"Thank you, Xinian, thank you so much." Strange's eyes were full of gratitude as he thanked him repeatedly.

“You’ve helped me before, haven’t you?” hope Nian smiled.

"I wasn't of much help on those two occasions."

Strange shook his head, feeling ashamed.

“Aren’t we friends? Friends don’t care about these things.” hope Nian shrugged.

For him, helping Strange was nothing more than a small favor.

hope Nian thought for a moment and smiled, "If you feel you owe me anything, come work for my company after your hand heals. I need elite talent like you here."

“Then it’s settled.” Strange’s disheveled face broke into a smile. “Future Era is now a workplace that many people dream of.”

……