Ark Chess Player

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She cried all her tears out that day.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Rhodes Island operators, Kal'tsit really is like an omnipotent god, but in reality, the footprints she left behind all accumulated into pools of blood on the ground.

From any perspective, Warfarin believes that the Doctor must return.

Kal'tsit can no longer shoulder this burden alone; young Amiya is not yet capable of supporting this fragmented Rhodes Island.

"I agree that the Doctor should stay on Rhodes Island."

Ace raised his hand.

Scout also raised his hand.

Even Ayers, who had been persecuted by the doctor and cruelly deceived in his innocent and naive love, and cried his heart out on a beautiful full moon night, raised his hand to show his stance.

They agreed and were willing to let the Doctor stay, and hoped that the Doctor could stay on Rhodes Island indefinitely.

More and more people raised their hands, while a few fell silent and pressed their hands down heavily.

Warfarin's gaze swept across the crowd again, and she slowly pressed her hand down, signaling to put it down.

"One last question."

The Blood Demon's pupils suddenly snapped upwards, and a chilling killing intent swept through the entire central control room. Even the blue light emanating from the central computer screen turned a crimson hue.

At that moment, everyone instinctively sat up straight, some operators even reflexively gripping their weapons, ready to fight. They had fought countless Sarkaz people before; during that long period of civil war, the Sarkaz, who were naturally highly adaptable to Originium Arts, were undoubtedly everyone's nightmare.

"If the Doctor falls into demonic ways, those who are willing to kill him, please raise your hands," Warfarin said coldly.

Silence fell over everyone.

At some point, someone raised their hand, then a second person, then a third...

Finally, everyone raised their hands; whether they were in favor of or against the rescue plan, they all shared the same thought at that moment.

Their reunion here was not only due to Kal'tsit's orders, but also because everyone knew what the out-of-control Doctor might do.

If, just if... if the doctor really changes, in the end, the one who suffers the most will still be him.

Even if Amiya were there, she would still raise her hand.

"It seems everyone is aware of this. As a friend, I am very pleased."

Warfarin shook her head slightly, a helpless smile appearing on her lips, and jumped off the central computer.

“Then, everyone, let’s get to work.” Warfarin took a firm step. “Not to prolong our lives, but to realize our original ideals.”

"I never thought I would hear such inspiring words from Dr. Warfarin."

"It's all because some people are such a headache, really."

Warfarin reverted to her childlike tone, as if she weren't the one who had previously dominated the room.

She pressed her little hand against the isolation wall, but after pressing it for a long time, there was no response, and a big question mark appeared on her little head.

Warfarin looked up in confusion and called out, "PRTS? Open the door."

"By order of the Supreme Commander of Rhodes Island, you are required to memorize at least ten lines of poetry, or you will not be allowed to leave the central office."

Warfarin was furious and pointed at the security camera, yelling, "PRTS! You're defecting!"

"..."

At this moment, for the first time in its AI career, PRTS experienced an electrical fluctuation similar to the human emotion of "being wronged".

“PRTS did not defect.”

Chapter Sixty: Cats and Rabbits

Rhodes Island Ship - Medical Room.

Lin Lu carefully placed Kal'tsit on the sofa in the separate office on the partition of the medical room and draped a blanket over her.

After repeated confirmation from medical operator Ansel, Lin Lu reluctantly agreed that Kal'tsit's bedroom was indeed her office.

Judging from the surroundings, Lin Lu could imagine Kal'tsit, after finishing her busy work, staggering weakly and collapsing onto a comfortable, high-end sofa, falling into a near-conscious sleep. Day after day, she would only stop to rest when her spirit reached the breaking point.

Apart from that, the entire room had no entertainment atmosphere whatsoever, only countless office supplies.

Every day, from starting work to leaving home, it's just a door away—a true role model for the modern-day corporate slave. Never having to worry about being late, the perfect 007 schedule.

In a world like Terra, where blessings abound, even the boss works this hard. What reason do you, as an employee, have to complain? Working until your mental energy collapses at the manufacturing and trading posts is a characteristic of the job; if you're unhappy, don't submit your resume. Rhodes Island, as a conscientious private company that offers one day off per month, has never had any operators complain about it.

After all, the operators who had objections were assigned to security work at the Originium Refinery.

"Professor Kal'tsit needs more rest. Her blood pressure is very high right now, and if she exerts herself too much, her heart may stop beating without any warning... Although I don't know what drug ingredients the reagent she prepared contains, I'm sure that any kind of psychostimulant will have a serious dependency and be addictive. The more quickly a drug can boost one's mental state, the more it will cause an imbalance in the immune system and accelerate physical exhaustion, but people don't notice the changes in their bodies when they are in a state of high excitement."

"It is also because of this medication that the teacher's emotions are often unstable. Sometimes she becomes anxious due to the need to tolerate the drug dependence, which leads many people to misunderstand her original intentions."

Ansel sighed deeply, his cherry-red eyes revealing his sadness.

If he were more knowledgeable, he could share more of the burden with Professor Kal'tsit.

Ansel was born in Rembiton, a city famous for its mining industry. He came from a poor family and had three older brothers and one younger sister. After his mother passed away from illness, his weary father gave him up for adoption to his childless older brother.

To repay his family, Ansel, a medical student at a public medical school, wanted to help them in any way he could. He began treating miners, accepting only food and water as payment, and received countless expressions of gratitude from them. However, his abilities as a medical intern ultimately had their limits.

At the mine, Ansel witnessed workers collapsing during busy operations due to their poor health caused by overwork.

There were no signs of impending death. The middle-aged man, who was wielding mining tools just a moment before, suddenly stopped breathing and died unexpectedly when he lifted the dirty towel around his neck.

Ansel, who was once regarded as a savior by the workers, felt such despair and powerlessness for the first time.

When he exhausted all his knowledge of CPR techniques to try and save the worker, but to no avail, he held the deceased worker's hand, his body trembling. He was roughly pulled away, watching as the worker's still-warm body was dragged away by the mine owner's men. The worker's body left a long, very long trail on the ground.

This was a very simple matter at Rembitox's mines. The other workers would only sigh for a few minutes, feeling a sense of shared sorrow, before continuing their repetitive work.

To prevent a recurrence where a doctor is forced to watch helplessly as a patient's life slips away, Ansel diligently studied medicine. During his studies, he submitted his resume to several large medical companies and research institutes, but due to his family's poverty, he lacked the funds for further education, and his meager resume was rejected by almost all the medical companies.

Until one day he received a message from Ms. Zilan from the Rhode Island Human Resources Department, who formally extended an invitation to him.

With no other choice, Ansel resolutely went to Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals, a newly established pharmaceutical company, for an internship.

During his six-month internship, Ansel's composure, diligence, and excellent focus on medical procedures earned him recognition from Dr. Kelsey, the head of the medical department.

This was Ansel's first time gaining recognition outside of Rembiton's mines.

Having received countless "thank yous" and "apologies" from various medical companies, Ansel's confidence had long since faded. Kal'tsit's affirmation of his medical skills was undoubtedly a bright star in the darkness, illuminating his path and preventing him from getting lost.

For Ansel, Dr. Kal'tsit was like a mentor, someone he could follow in her footsteps and do his best to keep up with.

Ansel was worried that his past nightmares might resurface.

If one day, Kal'tsit were to suddenly collapse like the kind and gentle worker brother in my memory, would he be able to save Teacher Kal'tsit?

The thought of this made Ansel's body tremble involuntarily.

"I see..."

Lin Lu nodded thoughtfully and reached out to pat Ansel's head.

"Ansel, you will definitely become a great doctor in the future."

"Hey! Doctor! Please don't... touch my head... hehehe."

Ansel's gaze gradually became unfocused, and his expression revealed a look of sudden realization due to his excessive comfort.

How can there be such a powerful head-patting technique? While stroking along the hair's natural direction, it also precisely presses unique acupoints on the top of the head, relieving head fatigue, promoting blood circulation, and making the body involuntarily feel warm.

Ansel, who had worked the night shift, felt his weariness soothed, and even the unease in his heart gradually dissipated. A perfect warmth emanated from the Doctor's hand, causing him to unconsciously lift his head and rub his palm against the Doctor's. The Doctor's hand had a reassuring scent, making him subconsciously relax; this scent… seemed like Miss Melantha's perfume.

I don't know how much time passed; it seemed like a long time, yet it also seemed like only a few seconds.

Lin Lu withdrew his hand; he simply wanted to encourage this junior and had no other intentions.

"Keep it up, Ansel."

"Ah...ah! Mm-hmm! Doctor, let's do our best together."

Ansel withdrew his lingering gaze, seemingly belatedly realizing how unpleasant his expression was, and his face flushed red.

Lin Lu didn't pay much attention to Ansel's tension, but instead turned to look at Kal'tsit's sleeping face.

Even when she was asleep, Kal'tsit still had a furrowed brow and tightly pursed lips.

"You... just how much pressure have you been bearing all by yourself?"

Lin Lu said softly, his gaze gentle, the corners of his mouth curving upwards with a hint of helplessness.

Under Ansel's astonished gaze, Lin Lu poked Kal'tsit's pink cheek.

Kal'tsit, fast asleep, frowned slightly, then cautiously approached like a cat, sticking out her pink tongue to lick Lin Lu's fingers, confirming it repeatedly. She seemed to really like Lin Lu's hand, taking it into her mouth. Saliva quickly covered Lin Lu's index finger, and she sucked on this cherished taste, making soft gurgling sounds in her throat.

—And a loud "creaking" sound.

Lin Lu could hear the sound of his finger bones cracking even through her mouth; it was crisp, melodious, and incredibly loud.

Is she grinding her teeth?

Lin Lu thought to himself, thankfully it was a finger he extended, and not something else.

...He couldn't help but imagine it for a moment.

"Waaah!"

Lin Lu suddenly shivered and pulled his legs together.

Chapter Sixty-One: The Humanoid Self-Propelled Grinding Stick

Group 4⑧87④97⑨9

"Crunch, crunch, crunch—"

Like accidentally getting your hand caught in a gear during precision machining, Lin Lu's fingers made a chilling sound in Kal'tsit's mouth.

Ansel's unwavering composure finally wavered. He looked around and murmured, "This..."