Ark Chess Player

“My name is A-Jie, but they all call me Brother Jie.”

"..."

Yan Ke's eyes changed; they held the expression of an honest person encountering something incomprehensible, and the puzzled look on the face of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

"Sigh, young people these days really can't handle a game."

Lin Lu patted the Noah motorcycle, flipped off, and felt an indescribable sense of security as his feet touched the ground again.

While the feeling of flying in the sky is certainly wonderful, we must not forget where we came from.

"Doctor of Rhodes Island, you can just call me that. Neither of the two titles you mentioned are my current identity, and I don't remember ever having such titles."

Lin Lu said softly, his gaze falling on the girls in the food processing plant behind Yan Ke.

The person standing at the front was the white-haired girl covered in blood. Her gaze remained fixed on Lin Lu, like a vengeful person in darkness hoping to be illuminated by the sun one day.

As she wished, Lin Lu raised his hand, waved, and smiled faintly.

"It's alright now."

Lin Lu mouthed these words.

Give the girl this hope, give the girl this light.

Natalia's body trembled, her tense nerves relaxed, and her vision went black as she fell towards the ground. Fortunately, Anna, who was closest, caught her in time, preventing the girl from hitting the wall.

Lin Lu's smile froze instantly. He hadn't expected his smile to be so lethal. Being handsome was a sin.

"Doctor, good, what a good doctor."

Yan Ke stood with his twin swords in front of him. The severed left corner still lingered with the phantom pain of that day, and he would recall the events of that day countless times.

“You know that war, Doctor. After killing all the ambushers, my remaining men and I stormed into the traitor’s fortress, and I was the only one left alive. You know very well what caused that battle; I’ve seen you before, and I have a good memory.”

Yan Ke's voice was as cold as ice; this regret was the source of his perseverance to live on.

The Oripathy that flared up constantly brought pain that felt like a branding iron licking his body, leaving scorched marks everywhere. Countless times he struggled in agony, wanting to give up, but a voice always told him that he had to find that person, that he had to personally repay this phantom pain, and bury the suffering.

Yan Ke had imagined all sorts of reunions, but he never expected that he would feel joy when he confirmed the other person's identity.

Fallen leaves always return to their roots. If there is no chance for revenge, then there is no chance for empty reflection afterward.

Yan Ke raised his katana, his arms, red-hot from the high-temperature steam, bulged with muscles, his bodysuit stretched high.

"Let's fight to the death! Rhodes Island's Bo—uh!?"

"Times have changed, it's all about people."

Lin Lu's right hand, which had been hovering, moved with lightning speed, and the black injection gun was pulled on the trigger. The time it took to draw the gun and fire was less than a second.

At close range, the needle pierced the skin on Yan Ke's neck in an instant, and the medicine was delivered into his blood vessels under pressure.

Dr. Warfarin, driven by personal greed, purchased two hundred doses of sleeping pills from Kroos. Her original plan was to use them on a specific operator, secretly transferring unwell operators to the infirmary. This would allow her to dissect the operator's body tissues to investigate their endocrine, dermal, skeletal, muscular, and nervous systems, as well as their almost zero Originium aptitude. Later, Kal'tsit discovered this, and Warfarin's monthly salary was deducted, along with the purchased sleeping pills, which were confiscated without refund.

According to reliable sources, Kal'tsit knew about this because of an unknown intelligence source, who is said to have a fondness for drinking engine oil.

After going through all sorts of trouble, the two hundred doses of sleeping pills were not wasted. They were instead used to make anesthetic bullets to assist in the use of injection guns, although very few people would buy such injection guns.

Even Kroos doesn't have the resources to sell the Lateran Guardian Gun. This injector gun is basically a replica of the Guardian Gun; it lacks significant firepower, and its performance in all aspects is incredibly inconsistent. Its accuracy is appalling, and it can only load one shot at a time. If it misses, there's probably no chance to reload.

The sniper operator complained, saying that using a crossbow was actually quite good.

The medical staff said that it was not as effective as throwing gauze themselves, completely outclassing it in every way.

When the Guardian Operator received Kroos's promotional email, the expression on her face was as if she were asking, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Only a doctor with exceptional skills and daring could buy it after just one glance, and the alloy trafficker's instincts immediately kicked in, proclaiming him an expert.

One dares to sell, and the other dares to buy and use.

To be honest, I'm quite ashamed to admit that I'm incredibly skilled at masturbation. There's no other reason than practice makes perfect.

In reality, the Spirit Realm's visual field allows Lin Lu to have an auxiliary crosshair and predict bullet trajectories when holding a gun, basically making it easy to hit exactly where he points. Having a shooting game-like assist system in this real world, if he still manages to miss, it's not just a matter of losing face; he has no better option than swallowing a bullet and starting over.

"you……"

Yan Ke clutched his neck, his trembling hands unable to grip the katana. A wave of intense weariness washed over him, and his vision seemed to be veiled.

His legs had lost all feeling, and he staggered to one knee on the ground, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, as if his body temperature was rising.

Sarkaz's powerful physique prevented him from collapsing on the spot, but even so, he felt drowsy, his head feeling muddled as if there was a ball of water sloshing inside.

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Lin Lu, with a roguish air, reloaded a tranquilizer dart, held the black gun, and slowly stepped forward, ready to fire another shot at any moment.

After all, it's an unmodified, basic tranquilizer gun. It might be effective against ordinary people, but this is a Sarkaz, a Sarkaz with extremely high resistance in all aspects.

"Haven't you witnessed the Rose Sword Technique? My master once said, what is a sword saint? It's someone who kills anyone more skilled in swordsmanship than you with a spear and a musket. That's a sword saint. If you have any complaints about this, that's fine, no problem. When you get to Rhodes Island, go find a purple-haired Feline Guard operator. If you have any questions, go to her. She taught me all of this."

"you--!!"

You should take a break!

Lin Lu raised his middle finger and pressed it against Yan Ke's head, who was kneeling on the ground, giving him a crisp, loud flick on the forehead.

"Bam—"

Yan Ke's head felt like something had exploded, and his stubborn resistance immediately surrendered. It was as if an electric current shot straight to the top of his head, leaving his mind blank.

The katana crashed heavily to the ground, instantly melting Yan Ke's indignant and hateful gaze. His eyes widened in shock, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable. He kept staring at Lin Lu as he fell, until his eyelids finally slammed shut, his face a mixture of resentment, regret, and a subtle hint of pleasure.

...Huh? Pleasure?

Lin Lu's villainous smile suddenly turned awkward.

Lin Lu suddenly remembered something: his hands were hands that could make girls obey him… Ugh, what a rude way to put it. It was clearly his personal charm that could soothe the empty, lonely hearts of girls and guide their lost souls onto the right path. Whether it was Amiya, the Filin medic, or Kal'tsit, Specter, and Witch, their admiration for him was like a never-ending river.

"No way, no way, no way."

Lin Lu nervously squatted down and poked Yan Ke's cheek. The man's face was covered in sweat, and the sticky, slippery touch of his fingertips made his hair stand on end.

As Lin Lu's hand lingered on Yan Ke's cheek for longer, the cold-faced man's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his sleeping face transformed from one of deep resentment to one of utter humiliation.

"Ah...this..."

Yan Ke's delighted smile startled Lin so much that he fell to the ground with a thud, stumbling backward several steps, his worldview nearly collapsing.

Lin Lu raised his left hand, looked up at the sky, and exclaimed, "My... my King's Power!!"

It seems that he can not only make female operators feel relaxed, but also put male characters into a state of drowsy relaxation, unlocking CG scenes.

Fortunately, Lin Lu realized the seriousness of the problem in time. If he had accidentally gone to the men's bathhouse with the medical operator Ansel while on Rhodes Island, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

This big spear isn't something you can just suppress.

An anemone that appeared out of nowhere squatted next to Lin Lu, her gaze shifting back and forth between the Doctor and Yan Ke, her eyes narrowing into a comical shape, and a smile curling up at the corners of her mouth.

"Hey~ Doctor, you—"

"Stop! Shut up! Don't say another word!"

"No no no!"

Just as Yinlianhua was about to drive off, Lin Lu glared at her fiercely, and she shut her mouth, looking aggrieved.

Lin Lu got up and made up his mind to keep his distance from male operators from now on—except for Ansel.

Before anyone knew it, the bear cubs had all gathered around, but to be precise, only one person was leading the way.

Sonia, with her brown-streaked hair, stared intently at Yan Ke lying on the ground, then at Lin Lu, who looked like a frail scholar.

She looked shocked, seemingly unable to believe how this seemingly frail man had defeated the Sarkaz swordsman.

"What...what did you do to him?"

"I went up and slid in to tackle him."

"Slide, slide tackle?!"

Chapter 113 The Children of Ursus (4K)

"He lunged at me, and I slid over him and just raised my hand up."

Lin Lu covered his face with his right hand, tilted his head back, and struck an extremely arrogant pose.

"Then he punched his brother so hard he threw up, really."

"Yeah."

Sonia didn't believe Lin Lu's nonsense. She had seen it when she caught up from behind. From her perspective, the Sarkaz infected person collapsed without any warning.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted to Lin Lu's palm, but Lin Lu naturally concealed the weapon while putting on a show, leaving his hands empty.

"Whatever."

The truth that Sonia learned from her hellish life was that if you can't figure something out, don't dwell on it.

Being alive is a good thing, and enabling more people to live is an even greater thing. There's no need to think too much about anything else.

"That car is yours, isn't it?"

Sonia pointed to the Noah motorcycle next to Lin Lu.

Before Lin Lu could speak, the silver lotus flower flashed its headlights twice and rubbed its black and gold front end against Lin Lu, acting very intimately.

What does it mean to assist? What does it mean to show off? The era of driving a luxury car and putting water bottles on the roof outside a university is over. Now it's the age of artificial intelligence!

Lin Lu was surprised to find that Yin Lianhua suddenly became intelligent. Fortunately, he instinctively remained silent, issued six dots, and looked at the girl calmly.

Sonia's expression changed slightly. She took a deep breath and pulled out the short axe hidden behind her back.

What are you doing!?

Lin Lu's proud composure crumbled in an instant. He instinctively turned to the side, his armored trench coat protecting him.

Damn it, did Anemone's jinx work again?!

Lin Lu was horrified. Could it be that I really shot this child's father in the head three years ago? But I didn't adopt a daughter, so it shouldn't trigger this flag... Amiya?! Wait! Amiya, is that you?! Promise me, Amiya, will you use the Flame Fist on her?

"You saved Rada's life. Without your medicine, Rosalin probably wouldn't have made it either."

Sonia's voice trembled as she clenched her teeth, two voices arguing within her.

The girl felt that time was almost standing still, and she was caught in a self-contradiction, as if her body was falling.