Man on the ark, forced to become king

Why issue a task?

Lin Lu found it strange; he suddenly realized that Shining seemed to have some inexplicable inner conflict.

How many people in the field operations department are better than her? Instead of issuing tasks, it's simpler and more efficient to do it yourself.

Forget about doctors, you're already so angry, why are you still arguing about those details?

"According to regulations, the doctors in the medical department need to..."

"There's no such rule. There's no rule that would tie someone to a certain position."

Among the Sarkaz, Shining was practically an anomaly; she cared too much about so-called rules and always set strange constraints for herself.

Lin Lu said she couldn't understand this idea at all.

Whether it's medicine, swordsmanship, or Originium Arts, aren't they all ultimately things that one possesses? Just because someone is a doctor doesn't mean they can't draw their sword and have to seal themselves away. What kind of logic is that?

"Look, you're angry now and want to get justice for Liz, so just grab your sword, find the person, and chop them down. Isn't it that simple? Why all the fuss?"

"...My sword carries the past."

Shining lowered his head, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

She transferred to the medical department because she wanted to break free from her past and escape the killings and conflicts of yesteryear.

In this way, she would no longer be the pardoner walking in the shadows, but the 'Shining Doctor'.

"You are who you are now, but you weren't who you were in the past? Sealing your swordsmanship is considered getting rid of the past?"

"Truly moving on from the past is not about burying your head in your wing like an ostrich and deliberately trying to forget, proving that you still care. Sealing your swordsmanship is a pointless self-deception."

"True letting go is accepting everything you've been through and completely freeing yourself from the shackles of those experiences, so that they can no longer shake your thoughts or constrain your behavior."

Lin Lu thought that Shining might also need to see Theresa for a psychiatrist, which was a really bad idea.

But it wouldn't be very polite to say that, so I can only give you two bowls of chicken soup first.

Then he encouraged, "In my opinion, a doctor who can't fight is not a qualified doctor at all. Medical skills can heal the pain of your companions, but if you are strong enough, you can take care of all the enemies and your companions won't get hurt. Instead of waiting until they are injured to treat them, why not solve the problem at its source?"

“In this respect, the people from Lateran did a great job. They believed that bullets could extinguish suffering, and in fact, they could. I think you should learn from them.”

"Yes, is that so?"

Shining instinctively felt that something was wrong with this explanation, but it also seemed to make sense, leaving her somewhat confused.

Chapter 213 Fertile Soil and Rock

Dr. Shining, who had only been in the medical department for less than an hour, hurriedly left, taking Liz, who was still asleep, with her.

Although the girl, strengthened by the Golden Tree, still looks thin, she has completely recovered from her weakness and will not have any problems even after a long journey.

Ultimately, Shining decided to take matters into her own hands and avenge Liz.

It wasn't that she actually listened to Lin Lu's twisted logic, such as "dead people never suffer," "dead people can't get hurt," and "killing all the enemies is the best treatment for your comrades." She just felt that she and Liz really clicked and were willing to do it.

Moreover, Lin Lu's views on accepting one's past deeply moved her.

That's exactly the case. If I weren't still concerned about those past events I didn't want to talk about, why would I need to seal myself off?

True letting go means complete acceptance, so that those things will no longer have any impact.

However, Kazdel has changed drastically recently. Not to mention how many of those connected to Liz are still alive, even if they are doing well, they are scattered across such a vast territory and cannot be found in a day or two, even with the help of the royal court.

The newly re-established Kazdel royal court, under Theresis's control, is growing stronger, but it has not yet reached the point of completely controlling the land and is unable to spread its spies throughout Kazdel.

Therefore, this search may take a long time.

Perhaps because Liz was rescued by Blaze and Nearl, before leaving, GetBackers decided to take the two of them with her to form a four-person team.

Lin Lu couldn't quite understand her thinking, not knowing why she brought so many people, but she didn't stop her.

Shining's journey will inevitably involve bloodshed, which presents a great opportunity for Blaze, who has never experienced intense combat.

After this battle, Huang's growth rate may exceed expectations.

Lin Lu was happy to see this happen. He always believed that a true strongman could not be made without going through brutal battles, and that no matter how good one’s talent was, it still needed to be cultivated to take shape.

And with Shining watching over things, there won't be any problems. Although Shining is currently caught in her own little dilemma and is not very willing to use her power, her strength is still there. There aren't many people in Kazdel who can defeat her. Unless the lords of the royal court personally take action, it will be difficult for them to cause any uncontrollable trouble under her nose.

The title of Sword Saint is no joke.

"Let's go check on Skadi first. I wonder how far things have progressed."

After lingering in the empty ward for a while, Lin Lu suppressed her complicated thoughts and slowly walked out with her hands behind her back like an old man.

Stealing a half-day of leisure, Golden Tree has many problems to solve, but there's not much to do these past few days. There's no clear intelligence coming from Yan Kingdom yet, so there's no need to take action for the time being.

So, he can have a few more days of leisure.

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"Disgusting bug."

The orange-red flames burned silently in the not-so-spacious room, erasing the source of the bloody smell along the trail of blood.

Wiping the bloodstains off the dagger, W sheathed it and sat with his legs crossed on the only intact table in the room, watching the flames completely engulf the distorted corpse.

The Blood Demon's magic is insidious and unpredictable, making it impossible to defend against. For ordinary people, fatal wounds such as piercing the skull or shattering the heart are indistinguishable from death on the Blood Demon. With certain secret witchcraft, they can even resurrect corpses that have already lost all signs of life.

However, that applies to ordinary people.

The extinguishing fire will burn their blood, flesh, and soul as fuel, rendering all their magic ineffective.

In W's hands, the so-called half-immortal blood demons don't have any advantage. Since they've already been burned to ashes, no matter how strong their vitality is, it's not enough to allow them to crawl out of the ashes.

...It's just a bit annoying.

Since taking over Huang's mission, W has been chasing after him. She hasn't encountered many real Blood Demons, but she has encountered quite a few madmen and magical creations that have been modified by Blood Demons. Dealing with those things is easy for her, it's no different from crushing ants for her. However, the sheer number of them is astonishing. They are like flies, constantly buzzing around her, which is extremely annoying.

"They're gone, they're gone, keep chasing them."

Flames began to spread along the walls, leaving only fine ashes on the ground. W glanced at them, jumped off the table, and stepped out of the room through the collapsed door.

This is the very edge of this tiny village.

Apart from her, there were no living beings left in the entire village. All 32 people had been transformed into monsters by blood magic, who would go mad upon contact with blood. Even when they were killed, disgusting spells would crawl out of their corpses. W had no better solution for this situation. Perhaps taking these people back to the Golden Tree might save them, but the Golden Tree was not a charity center, and she was not a great philanthropist. It was impossible and unnecessary to do so.

Her final act of mercy was to kill all these modified individuals with the most swift and decisive means, freeing them from their suffering and torment.

She had done similar things many times before.

(Sarkaz profanity)

The flickering firelight enveloped the small village, and W's eyes reflected the shifting light and shadow as he cursed.

Even someone like her was extremely dissatisfied with the blood demons' insane behavior at this moment.

If she hadn't known that her own strength was still insufficient, she really wanted to go and fight the Blood Demon Lord to solve the problem at its source.

Although the current Blood Demon Lord claims that he is unable to control the Blood Demon race, anyone with even a little knowledge of the matter knows that it is just an excuse.

Blood Demons are a very special race. High-ranking Blood Demons have a bloodline-based suppressive power over their lower-ranking descendants. If they really want to control them, they definitely have a way.

But not only did he not do that, he also fueled the flames behind the scenes, completely fearing that the world was not chaotic enough, and he also perfunctorily obeyed the royal court's orders.

However, he did not openly oppose the rule of the royal court. Without sufficient evidence, Regent Theresis had to consider the thoughts of the other tribes of the royal court and could not take direct action. He could only send more people to quell the blood demons who were causing trouble in various places, while being wary of the blood demon lord's unknown schemes.

W wasn't interested in what the Blood Demon Lord was plotting behind the scenes; all she wanted now was to send that old guy to his death quickly, so he wouldn't waste food and cause trouble for others if he continued to live.

Unfortunately, she can't do that yet.

Ultimately, she wasn't strong enough. If she were several times stronger, she would have set that clueless old man on fire long ago.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, W, who was about to leave, felt a sense of alarm. She stopped in her tracks and took a few meters back. A sharp stone pillar pierced through the spot where she had been standing.

"This isn't the Blood Demon's magic..."

Muttering to himself, W looked around and finally fixed his gaze on the woods next to the village.

Click~click~

The sound of crunching leaves and branches echoed through the woods, and a tall figure emerged from within.

It was a soldier who was at least two meters tall, his whole body covered in gray-white armor. It was clear that the armor was not well made; it was rather round and lumpy, like a large stone block stuck in the ground.

This outfit is not commonly seen among Sarkaz mercenaries. Few would choose equipment that severely impairs mobility, because on the front lines, wearing such attire is tantamount to making oneself a target for the enemy, which usually doesn't end well.

"You destroyed the village."

A muffled, slightly hoarse sound emanated from beneath the rock-like armor, its gender indistinguishable.

"What, you want to thank me for my kindness?"

W drew a dagger from the scabbard strapped to his thigh, making a casual joke, his body tensing beneath his combat uniform.

She had a feeling that the stone pillar opposite her was probably very strong, and it was the kind of extremely strong defensive structure that she was least good at dealing with.

"Why do this... Peace is hard-won."

A figure emerged from the forest, moving forward with slow steps. His tall and robust physique exuded a strong sense of oppression, like a boulder toppling over.

Boom!

The dull thud as the weapon landed shook the ground, allowing W to clearly see the weapon in the newcomer's hand. It was a large hammer, rarely seen in combat, and judging from the sound of its landing, it was definitely not light.