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Holding the cutlery and spoon, Furong tilted her head and suddenly realized, "I think I understand what you mean. You want to know about the Doctor, right?"

"Hmm!" The King Killer sat up straight, placing his hands on his knees, just like a student listening attentively in class.

Furong smiled and said, "Of course, I can tell you anything I know. But before that, you have to finish your nutritional meal."

Is this child an angel?

The regicide felt his heart pounding for the first time in a long time, and was deeply moved.

But then she realized that her racing heart wasn't due to angelic blessings, but rather a strong will to survive warning her to run!

"What is this?!"

The Kingslayer's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she stared at the plate in Hibiscus's hand, on which a black, viscous substance was still bubbling. Beside it were two hard-looking green lumps and a glass filled with a thick purple liquid.

"Hmph, Furong's Secret Nutrition Meal! A specially prepared meal for kids like you. Don't worry! My healthy dishes have a nutrition certificate! This is a vegetable porridge made with sixteen kinds of vegetables, this is a nutritious seaweed rice ball, and this is hand-ground purple rice soy milk."

"...Is the color of the vegetable porridge confusing with the rice balls? And whose soy milk is purple! No, wait, there actually is purple soy milk, but you could use that as glue! Who could eat this rubbish!"

The regicide muttered subconsciously, his voice rising higher and higher until it sounded like a middle-aged man rudely harassing a waiter.

"Oh, I see..."

Furong was struck dumb; it was the first time she had ever heard anyone criticize her cooking like that.

When her favorite thing was rejected, she staggered, swayed, and almost knocked over the table.

"Yeah, that's true. My cooking... is like garbage. How could anyone possibly eat it...? Heh."

Furong's expression was as if she had been completely ruined; her eyes lost their luster, and her once upright back suddenly slumped. The energetic young girl's demeanor seemed to have vanished, leaving behind only a heartbroken woman who had lost all hope in life, rapidly muttering self-harming words that sent chills down one's spine.

"No, don't eat anymore, I'll go to the cafeteria and get you some plain porridge... I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Furong tried to take the cutlery from the regicide's hands, but the regicide held on tightly and wouldn't let go.

Under Furong's question, which was full of negative energy, the Kingkiller's lips twitched, his heart filled with remorse, and he forced a smile as he said, "I, um, don't take it seriously! Actually, I was just joking. Well, wow, let me tell you, the Reunion Movement's food consists of nothing but potatoes, potatoes, and potatoes, and potatoes. I've eaten so many potatoes that the sky looks green, so, uh, I misread it."

I'm sorry, Old Wang from the Reunion Movement's cooking squad, please forgive me for throwing mud at you in order to protect the smile of the guardian angel.

The regicide felt a long-lost sense of guilt. Despite calling herself the ultimate demon lord who kills without blinking an eye and eats people without salt, she still acted like an ordinary person in strange ways.

"Oh, I see!"

Furong's eyes slowly brightened, as if they held a sky full of twinkling stars.

"I knew it! Everyone loves my cooking, how could it be so bad?"

...Everyone on Rhodes Island is so friendly, the Kingslayer thought.

Hibiscus looked at the Kingslayer with great interest, her eyes full of anticipation. She said happily, "Lyudmila-chan is really naughty. You need to eat more to replenish your energy. How about this, after you finish eating, I'll tell you about the Doctor. Don't underestimate me just because I'm an intern. I'm actually very interested in these things and know more about them than most people!"

Hibiscus leaned close to the King Killer's ear and whispered, "If you want to know the secret, you have to pay a price, right, Lyudmila~-chan?"

The Kingslayer slowly shrugged, no longer able to tell whether the person before her was an angel or a demon.

She looked down at the strange object that was still bubbling up from time to time, like hellish lava, and felt very complicated.

Was I scammed?

No, how could I, a dignified regicide, be deceived?! And twice at that!

The kingslayer raised his right fist like a cat, then scooped a spoonful of soup from the lunchbox. Was it just my imagination? It looked like it was still steaming...

"Ah, this..."

The regicide looked up, wanting to say she wasn't hungry yet, but she was gradually defeated by Hibiscus's childlike gaze. Her initial momentum waned, and she had lost her best chance to resist, so she could only resignedly bring the spoon to her mouth.

...A subtle, very subtle smell filled my nostrils, instantly drowning out the smell of disinfectant that wafted through the ward.

The kingslayer frowned. The smell was pungent, but as the spiciness dissipated, she could smell the aroma of mint. It was as if a beautiful young woman with a naturally stunning face had applied something indescribable to her face and was rushing towards you at a speed of 9.7 seconds per 100 meters, giving you no time to think about whether to push her away or accept her.

No, maybe it just looks bad, but it's actually quite good?

Thinking about it carefully, if it were really that terrifying, it would be impossible for others to accept it, right?

Unless the person who issued Hibiscus's nutrition certificate was Mephisto! He'd love for these things to spread throughout the world and wreak havoc. Maybe the world would be unified without the Reunion Movement even needing to intervene, a path never before imagined, making Terra great again. From then on, the infected and ordinary people would live equal lives, because everyone would have a common enemy. The true Sarkaz, the true demon, the true god of the dark cuisine world—Hibiscus.

"I'm starting to eat."

The regicide sighed deeply and put the spoon in his mouth.

"—!!"

A taste explosion.

Reason evaporates.

Brainstorming.

The realms of Yin and Yang.

This world has more than just the deep sea; it also has the starry sky.

The path for those infected is destined to be fraught with thorns.

The Reunion Movement cannot continue as it is. The Infected need a leader who is reasonable, can see the fundamental contradictions, can construct a basic program, and has a certain degree of appeal. Talulah is not suitable; she cannot do it. Her ideas are too naive, lack a clear direction, and are incomplete in their phases.

Things that were incomprehensible in the past are gradually becoming understandable and easier to comprehend.

"Lyudmila sauce".

Hibiscus smiled and asked, "How does it taste?"

The king killer silently grasped the soup spoon, scooped up another spoonful of the eerie vegetable porridge, and put it in his mouth.

"...It smells like stars."

She murmured to herself.

Chapter 54 The Survivors of the Tower of Babel

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The things in front of me gradually became blurry.

Kal'tsit rubbed her temples, but the dizziness persisted.

The corridor I had walked through countless times seemed different now; no matter how many steps I took, it never seemed to end.

Countless afterimages distorted the dim surroundings, making it seem as if the passage leading to the depths of the Rhodes Island ship was no longer a gentle straight line, but a vertical drop.

Kal'tsit seemed to have encountered several people along the way. At first, she could recognize them and respond politely, but now she couldn't even remember their faces.

"Haa...ha..."

Kal'tsit put her arm on the wall and had to stop walking. In addition to hallucinations, she was also experiencing auditory hallucinations.

Ancient, mysterious murmurs, ineffable and indescribable, echoed in their minds. Ever since the Doctor returned from Moonlit Lake three years ago, the people of Rhodes Island have occasionally heard strange whispers in their heads. The more severe the Oripathy of the operators, or the more unusual the location of the Originium growth, such as in the neck or head, the more frequently they receive these sounds.

During that period, the infirmary was even more crowded than during one of the most brutal defensive battles.

Most operators are unconscious in their sleep and cannot be awakened, resulting in an unprecedented drop in combat effectiveness. Every medic is forced to take medication to stay alert, fearing that they too will succumb to unconsciousness in their sleep, and if this continues, the entire Rhodes Island force will be silently wiped out.

Then...that thing happened.

Kal'tsit's hands trembled violently, the spinning top of her subconscious self-hypnosis coming to a halt. Using her most painful memories, she managed to brace herself and temporarily block out the auditory hallucinations. This almost self-torture method repeatedly dredged up the deepest, buried pain within her, each recollection driving her nearly insane and making sleep impossible.

While bringing unbearable pain, it also brings clarity of mind.

Kal'tsit clenched her fists, tilted her pale face up, her bangs fluttering slightly, covering half of her eyes and preventing her violent emotions from leaking out.

She leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She was the only one in the dimly lit corridor, where she could finally reveal her true self, her tired self.

"...How many more times can I hold on?"

Kal'tsit chuckled self-deprecatingly and took out an injection syringe from the inner pocket of her white coat. The liquid, far darker than the surrounding darkness, swayed inside the syringe.

She took a slow breath, rolled up her sleeve, and removed the plastic seal from the syringe. She lightly rubbed her fingertips against her arm to relax her muscles, and without hesitation, she inserted the sharp needle, crushed the glass bulb at the tip, and compressed air automatically pushed the strange liquid in the syringe into her vein.

The babbling that kept echoing in his mind gradually subsided, and his haggard, tired, and restless expression slowly turned cold and stern. His emerald green eyes were like a lake rippling with autumn waves, and everything would eventually return to silence.

Kal'tsit steadied herself, carefully put the empty syringe back into the pocket of her white coat, wiped away the blood droplets from the needle with a handkerchief, and then pulled down her sleeve. The entire sequence of movements was as practiced and natural as drinking water, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.

She made her way to the deepest part of the Rhodes Island ship, where a row of people stood on each side of a three-meter-high isolation wall.

The dimly lit corridor was unlit; it was meant to be a quiet place where no one should make noise.

If it weren't for special circumstances, Kal'tsit wouldn't have agreed to let anyone come here.

Everyone here is a pillar of Rhodes Island. They survived the most difficult times, remaining intact amidst near-annihilation, all by shedding blood for countless others, carrying death on their shoulders. Newly recruited elite operators aren't even qualified to stand here; this place holds not only elites, but also the remnants of the Tower of Babel.

The third day after the Doctor returned to Rhodes Island was also the first day that the survivors of the Tower of Babel returned to the ship.

"I only have one thing to say."

Kal'tsit stood between the two walls of people and said coldly.

"If the Doctor awakens... no longer as the Doctor, then we will destroy him with our own hands."

The survivors of the Tower of Babel did not respond, but instead bowed respectfully, their synchronized movements silencing any sound that followed.

Everyone here knows that it is not appropriate to make noise here.

Kal'tsit walked to the isolation wall and placed her hand on the door.

"—"

The dark gray door panels revealed deep blue veins, like blood vessels in a machine, their crystalline luster flowing like liquid. A profound light subtly illuminated the passageway, elongating everyone's shadows, making their silhouettes appear ferocious like demons; everyone was fully armed. Even Ace wore a mechanical exoskeleton to aid his still-healing left arm.

"PRTS System Warning: According to the Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals Company Employee Confidentiality Policy, any act of impersonating a high-privilege personnel to log into an account will result in disciplinary action, which may lead to your immediate dismissal and execution. If you have entered login information incorrectly, you have 30 seconds to cancel the login; otherwise, all entrances and exits to your location will be locked, and SWEEP will be dispatched to your location to investigate, collect evidence, and carry out disciplinary action."

A cold, robotic voice rang out, and at that moment, the Rhodes Island ship seemed to come alive. Everyone present could feel changes in the ground, walls, and ceiling. It was as if countless long-dormant mechanisms had restarted, like a sleeping lion slowly opening its eyes, its fierce pressure spreading across the desert.

"Physiological key verification. Identity verification. Access level: 8. Welcome, Head of Medical Department, Kal'tsit."

The electronic circuits on the more than three-meter-high isolation wall converge into a spiral tower, slowly rising upwards, from which a chilling aura seeps out, like the breath of a demon.

The eerie blue light rushed out from the crack in the door, and every elite operator saw that familiar person.

The two-meter-tall, transparent, sealed device was filled with a dark green solution. The naked, battered body was connected to countless pipes, as if it would shatter without anyone noticing. Even through the offering mask, those present could recognize who was floating in the water.

The sealing device exuded an eerie aura; its dim, deep shadows eroded the light emanating from the mechanical screen, staining the entire core area the same color, as if one were immersed in the depths of the sea. When the isolation wall rose completely to its top, revealing everything except the sealing device in front, everyone's heart skipped a beat.