Ark Chess Player

Mephistopheles gritted his teeth, making excuses for himself. This was originally a disposable experimental item; he hadn't intended to recycle it. He was only slightly disappointed at not seeing the experimental results. If things had proceeded naturally, in a few days, a week, the strongest herd that devoured all the infected and monsters would have appeared. Instead, this cobbled-together junk, hastily assembled in a crisis, would have been easily defeated.

However, even if one Holy Grail is destroyed, there are others.

W has something better, more useful... the Iz Grail.

Mephisto's lips curled up in a continuous smile, and black crystals appeared on his body, turning into sludge like melting chocolate and seeping into his skin.

This experiment was valuable and meaningful. Mephisto's magic has been elevated; he can now spread Oripathy with a single thought.

Mephisto's original power could only accelerate the fusion rate of infected cells with Originium. He could heal the wounds of Reunion soldiers through Originium fusion and render them numb, like cold machines. Now, he can not only erode the sanity of the infected, turning them into his herd, but he can also turn ordinary people into zombies in the upper Chernobog district, mere puppets that only know how to devour flesh.

"Where should I go next to train my herds..."

Mephistopheles leaned on his cane and stood up unsteadily, his head still throbbing with the stinging sensation of a needle inside his vein.

Lin Lu followed the traces of the spell all the way down the internet cable and blew up his eyes, also imprinting his face deeply into Mephistopheles' mind.

As long as Lin Lu lives, he will forever be his nightmare.

"Oh, right..."

Mephistopheles suddenly remembered something.

Lin Lu seems to have some connection with Yan Guo.

"Now that Sister Talulah has woken up..."

Mephistopheles, leaning on his cane, limped open the door and headed upstairs.

This is where that person awoke, and also the place where the Rhodes Island group sneaked in.

The sarcophagus in the core area of ​​Chernobog is a good place to bury countless technologies.

Mephistopheles' lips parted slightly, a dark mixture of blood and black sludge blooming on his face, making his smile appear utterly malevolent. He spread his arms as if celebrating something, as if performing a ritual, and he cheered from the bottom of his heart.

"Why don't we suggest to her—let's go to Lungmen!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

8:40 am Clear skies, visibility 22 km.

Four kilometers outside the outer ring road of Longmen lies a desert.

In the central mess hall of the Rhodes Island ship, everyone's eyes were drawn to a corner, but no one dared to look too openly.

This was a rare guest for the canteen. Even Furong was politely asked to leave the kitchen by the other chefs to avoid the canteen's budget being cut by the higher-ups.

Kal'tsit and Amiya, the two highest leaders of Rhodes Island, and... next to them, a silver-haired man whose body still exuded a strong aura of blood even after being rinsed three or four times with high-pressure water.

This person is probably the legendary Doctor; some of the operatives who participated in the rescue operation recognized him.

If it weren't for the terrifying look on Kal'tsit's furrowed brows, some people would have wanted to thank the Doctor for the little gift he gave them last night.

Yes, almost every operator involved in the rescue operation received a package last night, and each person received a different gift, reflecting their individual preferences. This is both delightful and puzzling; how did the Doctor know what they wanted?

Don't ask, the answer is the era of big data.

"Lin Lu."

Kal'tsit held a tablet terminal the size of a book in her arms, her brows furrowed as she looked at the data on it.

Kal'tsit had already watched the individual combat footage recorded by Bad Guy before Amiya deleted it.

"Your brain pollution index exceeds 20%, increasing the probability of mental derangement and significantly increasing the probability of memory impairment. The Noah Heavy Machine is 90% damaged, and Kroos let out an indescribable scream and fainted on the spot after seeing the almost wrecked Noah Heavy Machine. Also, your body is more than 80% damaged. Most people would be ready to call a professional team to carry them away in a coffin, but you are still here drinking porridge... Wait, don't let the porridge leak out of your rotten stomach."

Kal'tsit's brows seemed to be furrowed, and an overwhelming sense of authority surged forth.

"What you should be doing right now is getting treatment in a private ward, not adding to the psychological burden on the operators."

After Kal'tsit finished speaking, she glanced around at her surroundings.

The agents who were secretly watching the show all buried themselves in their work, upholding the spirit of never wasting food, and ate with great relish.

"..."

Lin Lu, his white hair gleaming with silver light, silently looked at Kal'tsit, his black eyes incredibly dim, like burnt ashes.

“Dr. Kal’tsit, the Doctor…” Amiya looked around and quickly said, “The Doctor said he made an appointment with you to have breakfast together today.”

When the Bad Guy arrived at Rhodes Island, the medical team that came out to meet them took the survivors the Doctor had brought back to the infirmary for examination. Dr. Warfarin's cries for help could be faintly heard from the mast. Lin Lu, who had broken away from the Noah's forces, did not go to the infirmary with them, but instead, in a semi-conscious state, called Kal'tsit to go to the cafeteria.

Her unwavering commitment to promises, taken to such an obsessive degree, left Kal'tsit speechless.

"...Still so willful."

Kal'tsit sighed deeply and rubbed her aching brow.

"You don't need to attend the next meeting. I'll go to Lungmen by myself. Amiya, you stay here and wait for my news."

"Ok!"

Amiya's rabbit ears stood up straight, and she almost jumped for joy on the spot.

Amiya, what a great opportunity! With Dr. Kal'tsit away, it's my turn now!

Kal'tsit observed this, narrowed her eyes slightly, and swiped her finger across the tablet terminal, bringing up the roster of medical department operators through the PRTS system.

"I'll have Aya and Anto help take care of him, so don't worry."

"……what?"

Amiya's smile gradually faded.

Chapter 136 Records of the Eastern Kingdom's War

Lin Lu was carried by Mon3tr and thrown into the fourth-floor shower room of Rhodes Island.

It attracted a lot of attention along the way; those who didn't know better might have thought Mon3tr was about to have a big meal today.

Lin Lu was in a semi-conscious state. He subconsciously wanted to go to Lungmen with Kal'tsit to discuss business, but how could Kal'tsit allow Lin Lu in this state to go to Lungmen? Unable to communicate, Kal'tsit chose the most effective method and directly summoned Mon3tr.

Before Mon3tr escorted her to a private ward, Kal'tsit first took Lin Lu to a private bathroom.

After all, the smell of blood on Lin Lu was too strong; it wouldn't be good if it attracted the attention of some people in the private ward...

"Amiya."

Kal'tsit leaned against the bathroom door, stopping Amiya, who was dressed in her swimsuit and about to go into the bathroom to scrub Lin Lu's back.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, why can't I go in! I just want to help the Doctor take a bath! Look, I even prepared a shampoo cap!"

Amiya protested vehemently, causing her rabbit ears to stand up straight, showing how angry she was.

"Rather than saying that men and women shouldn't touch each other..." Kal'tsit sighed and rubbed her forehead, "it's more accurate to say that minors are not suitable to go in."

Amiya's eyes widened, and she declared righteously, "How could helping the Doctor take a bath be something forbidden? I've seen in the Eastern Kingdom's combat records that girls help their fathers scrub their backs!"

"I meant other aspects... Never mind, I'll let you take a look."

Kal'tsit pushed open the bathroom door, and Amiya immediately poked her little head out.

Blood flows into a river.

She blinked in a daze, staring at the blood-soaked ground and the surreal scene.

Mon3tr's triangular head held a wooden basin filled with bathing supplies, disinfectants, and medical supplies. Mon3tr used two arms to prop Lin Lu up, while his other arms held towels, diligently scrubbing away the black sludge and rotting flesh seeping from Lin Lu's body, revealing new, fair skin.

This energy and spirit make Mon3tr look like a professional technician, it's just a pity he doesn't know how to chat with people.

"The Doctor... he must be in a lot of pain," Amiya murmured softly.

Kal'tsit didn't answer the question; she silently closed the door.

"Let Mon3tr handle it from now on."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

9:46 am Cloudy, visibility 16 km.

Four kilometers outside the outer ring road of Longmen lies a desert.

A private ward on the fourth deck of the Rhodes Island ship.

Lin Lu slowly opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling...

He raised his hand; the process wasn't difficult, but it felt unreal.

When Lin Lu looked up, he realized where this unreal feeling came from.

A girl was lying on each of Lin Lu's arms. Should he call it lucky or unlucky?

The fortunate thing is that both of them are stunningly beautiful women, one is a budding flower, and the other is graceful and charming.

Unfortunately, both of them are two-dimensional characters.

An anemone lay fast asleep on his left arm, and on his right arm lay... Ibitas.

The petite girl nestled in his arms, fast asleep. Her long, silvery-white hair was wrapped around most of his body, making her look so real, as if she truly existed.

Lin Lu reached out to touch it, but it quickly dissipated in his palm, turning into a faint glow that returned to his body.

Lin Lu slowly lowered his head, which had been tilted back, and his muddled mind began to sort out the cause and effect of the matter.

To satisfy his personal desires and to fill the emptiness in his heart, Lin Lu did something extraordinary.

He impulsively stepped into a trap after receiving a phone call from a girl named Zoya and being secretly offered a trap with an anemone. He upgraded his equipment, prepared thoroughly, and traversed most of the wasteland just to verify if the distress signal was real, just so he could sleep soundly.

The journey was like wandering through hell, being driven to the brink of despair several times, and breaking through one's own limits time and time again... or rather, regaining power.

He defeated countless monsters, used the Fulton Recycling System to bring back the bear cubs of the Ursus Student Self-Government Group, and even gave them a Sarkaz warrior with a single horn as a bonus.

Cutting through countless thorns along the way, Lin Lu finally arrived before the despairing Zoya and told her that her cries had been heard in this world.

During the long night, there was one person who left a deep impression on Lin Lu on this spontaneous journey.

The body, which should have died, was instead fueled by a burning soul that enabled the man to perform heroic feats.

Valery, knowing his days were numbered, chose what he believed to be the best course of action: entrusting the girl to Lin Lu and giving the hope of survival to others. Clutching the Originium silencing device in his robes, he swung a heavy hammer at the monster that was destroying the city. Even in death, he proved with his actions that the men of Ursus were fearless.

The Originium silencing device inside the monster's belly held it in place, and a large amount of stitching material was dismantled and fell away. This was Valery's last act of defiance. Even if he couldn't kill the monster, he could weaken it as much as possible before the device melted, buying Lin Lu time to escape.

"Ugh……"

Lin Lu stared at the ceiling and slowly closed his eyes.

A gentle breeze blew in from the ship's window, stirring the thin curtains, and the light red ribbon pressed under the fruit basket on the counter swayed slightly.