People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

She had talked to that Pith before. She had come to Rhodes Island, which was still the Tower of Babel, on the recommendation of her former mercenary companions. At that time, she did not come for any lofty ideals, but just had a narrow hatred for Victoria and wanted to find a place to go for herself who was indeed homeless at the time.

It was only during the few years since she joined the Tower of Babel that Theresa, the one sitting behind her, treated her like a family member and friend, giving her a new "family" and a group of "brothers and sisters." It was also at this time that she witnessed Theresa's ideals and became fascinated by them.

Therefore, even after the fall of the Tower of Babel, she did not leave here, but continued to stay in the reorganized Rhodes Island, becoming one of the original operators here, and continued to fight for that seemingly unrealistic ideal.

An unrealistic ideal... Unite all of Terra. Only in this way can this land truly overcome the problems brought about by the mineral sickness.

Touch doesn't think so. Even though Originium disease has been poisoning this land for tens of millions of years, it is still just a disease. In modern times when the theory of Originium has become more and more perfect, the pain caused by Originium disease is far less than in the past. As long as drugs for Originium disease are continuously developed, conquering this disease is only a matter of time.

As a scholar, she understood that there was absolutely no need for a so-called all-Terra union.

However, if all the scholars in Terra were to gather together to research Originium blockers or related drugs, perhaps this disease could be conquered more quickly.

In the subsequent conversation, Touch also expressed her thoughts. Even though Theresa was sitting behind her, she did not avoid talking about it, but just said it more tactfully.

Theresa didn't say anything in rebuttal, but a hint of relief flashed in her eyes. Although her ideals were denied by others, it was undeniable that there were still people who recognized her and spread it to others in the hope of uniting the Terrans. This was enough.

She never said that she hoped that her generation could accomplish everything. She was just the beginning. She knew from the beginning that she just hoped that she could ignite the fire. Maybe she would not see the flames burning in her lifetime, but one day, the fire would spread like wildfire to the entire Terra.

"You're wrong, Miss Touch."

Amiya looked at Touch seriously. The latter sat upright, his eyes behind his sunglasses looking at Amiya, waiting for her to point out what mistake he had made.

“The social problems caused by oripathy cannot be eliminated simply by solving the problem.”

Amiya crossed her arms and looked directly into Touch's eyes.

"The social problem brought about by oripathy is the creation of a naturally discriminated against and oppressed class: the infected. This group of people is naturally discriminated against and oppressed. Whether in Ursus, Columbia, Victoria, or even in Lethania, where the policies for the infected are the most favorable due to the tyranny of the Witch King, the infected are the lowest class in society. They are arbitrarily oppressed, exploited, and discriminated against, causing countless tragedies and miseries. However, this is actually just the end result, not the origin of everything."

"The living healing units of Leithania, the infected miners of the Ursus tundra, the infected mortality rate used as a production parameter for 'protective equipment costing' in Victoria's factories... Miss Touch, do you really think these can be solved by the advent of a cure for oripathy?"

Touch fell silent. Who could say they hadn't considered this aspect of the problem? Could these social problems really disappear with the advent of a miracle cure? Even the most naive idealist wouldn't say such a thing.

"Miss Touch, you must have experienced this deeply during your field missions. Oripathy and the infected are merely excuses. Disease discrimination is essentially the oppression of vulnerable groups by the power structure. If we only address the disease without breaking down class stratification, patients will continue to be excluded by the new 'health standards.'"

For example, do those who have recovered from oripathy have other hidden dangers? Do they need to continue to be isolated and observed? Ms. Touch, simple medical progress alone cannot eliminate institutional discrimination in society.

Kal'tsit and Ark sat together. The former looked at Amiya in surprise, looking at the little rabbit who was trying hard to persuade Touch. It was hard to imagine that the person in front of her was really a 14-year-old child with these theories and insights.

Fang Zhou and Theresa beside her looked at her with satisfaction.

Be clear and purposeful, and fully present to the other party what you want to express and the facts that can best refute their arguments.

"That kid has really grown up."

Theresa muttered softly.

"But even if she's grown up, she's still just a child. Amiya has had her own troubles lately. There are some things that Kal'tsit and I are no longer comfortable discussing. I think it would be best if you could help her solve that problem."

Fang Zhou slowly leaned his head towards Theresa and whispered softly in her ear.

"Is this the reason why you rescued me at this time?"

There was a hint of anger in the words of the Pure White Demon King. Fang Zhou shrugged his shoulders.

"It's unfair. You know how difficult it was to bring you back this time. It's not a simple matter. It's not like I stood in front of her and asked her to give you back to me and she gave you back to me."

"I don't think so. Didn't that Precious say that as long as you were with her, she would agree to anything you wanted?"

"Huh? It's not you..."

Theresa seemed to remember something, winked at Fang Zhou playfully, and then tapped her lips.

"..."

"Hey, I have something on you now."

"That doesn't count."

"Are you sure?"

“…I lost to you.”

Theresa made a "Yeah" gesture and smiled brightly at Ark as if she had won a competition.

While she was still doing her little tricks in the back, Amiya took a sip of water and looked at Touch as he continued to speak.

"Ore sickness has created the greatest scar on civilization today, yet social progress is driven by the decaying flesh surrounding this scar. Is this why you, Amiya, along with Doctor Dcotor, Dr. Kal'tsit, and the returning Miss Theresa, hope to completely heal this massive wound through political means?"

Touch's tone was calm, and he didn't seem to be emotionally disturbed by what Amiya said.

This is normal. No one is a fool. Idealists may just be stubborn and stubborn in some areas, but they are not really so stupid as to not turn back until they hit the wall.

These things have been studied by many sociologists, but for some reasons they are not widely known.

Now that Amiya has said it directly, Touch will not stubbornly refute it regardless of the facts.

"Eradicating a specific disease is like pruning the branches of a poisonous tree, while the roots of class oppression are deeply buried in resource monopoly, civilizational alienation, and institutional design. If medicine is like a scalpel, then politics is the suture—after healing physical wounds, we must use institutions to mend the rifts in civilization. Miss Touch, pure ideals are like Huang Duo in the sterile room. They must withstand the winds and rains of reality to foster true change. This is the first lesson the Doctor taught me after returning to Rhodes Island, and it also reflects the personal experience of Miss Tallulah, the mayor of Canaan, the infected city in Ursus."

"I can't guarantee that every political struggle in Rhodes Island will be a step towards our ideal progress, but I will definitely not let it become a slide for our downfall. And you don't have to worry about us not achieving that ideal. After all..."

Amiya exposed her arm in front of Touch, and the black Originium crystals flashed with enchanting light in Touch's eyes.

"I also have the most direct reason to fulfill that ideal, don't I? Even if I really lose myself in that vortex of power, I still have to ensure my health, right?"

Perhaps no promise could be as real as such a genuine bond. At that time in the conference room, Touch and other elite operators with the same stance also thought of these reasons before accepting Amiya's oath.

"I will convey your thoughts and opinions to others, Amiya. You will be a qualified king. I believe in you."

Touch said this before leaving. Amiya looked at Touch's back in a daze, pursed her lips a few times but didn't say anything.

"Amiya!"

But just after Touch left, the pink figure suddenly pounced on him!

“Ms. Theresa! Wait…wait a minute, stop rubbing my head, ah!”

"Really, really, really, I'm really happy for you."

Theresa held Amiya in her arms, and after the initial excitement wore off, she gently stroked the little rabbit's head. Her tone was like the gurgling mountain spring water, flowing gently and softly into Amiya's heart.

"Amiya, who was once so shy and timid, has finally grown into a big girl, and she is so outstanding and wonderful."

"Great."

Leaning in Theresa's warm arms, Amiya whispered that at this moment she only felt peaceful, as if she was dreaming of sleeping in her mother's arms when she was a child. The memories of Theresa and the Ark kept emerging in her mind layer by layer, rising and falling.

"That's great, Miss Theresa."

"Ok?"

"I mean, I should be the one who says it's great."

"Amiya."

The little rabbit rubbed against Theresa's chest, as if wanting to savor Theresa's scent carefully and let its whole body be covered with this scent, just like it did in the past.

The emotions that had been tense since the meeting room finally erupted like a flood at this moment. The tears that appeared faintly in the corners of her eyes finally flowed across her smooth face under the action of gravity, and wet Theresa's clothes with the movement.

"I really, really miss you. In the year since you left, I've thought of you every day. I remember you sitting by my bed at night and telling me stories, and when you and the Doctor took me for walks on the deck, and when I did an examination with Dr. Kal'tsit, and when Dr. Kal'tsit gave me an injection and you and the Doctor comforted me... I remember it every day. When Dr. Kal'tsit told me you were dead, I couldn't believe it. I absolutely couldn't believe it, not even when I saw your body.

After you and the Doctor left, on my first birthday, Dr. Kal'tsit asked me to make a wish, and I wished for the Doctor to come back, and then the Doctor really came back. I saw the news about him in Ursus and dreamed that he gave me a driving watch head. After that, on my second birthday after you left, I wished that the Doctor would come back, and I hoped you would come back too, and then you really came back, but...but that wasn't you, it was just a bad guy who occupied your body...but now, now...wu——"

Amiya, with her small hands clutching the front of Theresa's shirt, completely lost the rationality and composure she had just shown when she was talking with Touch.

"It's okay, it's okay, Amiya, I'm here now, right here, I'm back."

The sobbing sound gradually disappeared, and Amiya slowly looked up at Theresa in front of her, as well as Fang Zhou and Kal'tsit beside her.

Together, everyone is together.

There were four of us, not one less, just like a long time ago... The Doctor, Miss Theresa, Dr. Kal'tsit, and myself.

Amiya carefully wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, then raised the corners of her mouth, and a smile as bright as the sun appeared in front of everyone.

Theresa Fu came to her senses, smiled at Amiya and spoke again:

"I'm back, Amiya."

"Well, uh... Welcome back, welcome home, Miss Theresa!"

Chapter 422: Killer Whales, Sharks, and Ponies! In Kjerag!

Theresa's return brought a lot of different atmosphere to Rhodes Island. After the elite operator meeting ended, this matter had spread throughout Rhodes Island.

Some people are happy about this, some are worried about it, but more people feel nothing.

Many Rhodes Island operators now do not know Theresa. They all came here because of their own oripathy or because they recognized Rhodes Island's ideals. It does not make much difference to them whether the former leader of Rhodes Island returns or not, as long as there is no bloody power struggle among the top leaders.

"Your Highness."

"Oh, it's Ascalon. Long time no see. But I haven't seen you before."

When Amiya's emotions finally calmed down, Askalon, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally showed up.

She did not attend the previous elite operators' meeting, or rather, she attended but was hiding in the shadows. Ark and Theresa both noticed this assassination master who was hiding herself, but neither pointed it out.

"My current status on this ship is quite sensitive, and I usually don't appear in public."

"SWEEP is the Rhodes Island anti-revolutionary force Kal'tsit formed after your death, to ensure that the situation back then wouldn't happen again. But Theresa... your decision back then caused PTSD in so many people. Vishdel already knows the truth of what happened, but judging by her expression, she no longer cares about anything after your resurrection, and she's even put the blame on Theresa. But Ascalon doesn't know. Kal'tsit asked me about it when I first came back, and I told her."

"This..."

Theresa looked somewhat helpless. She knew how many people had been hurt by her decision back then, but from a global perspective, in order to prevent things from getting to the worst point, she had no choice but to do this, choosing the lesser of two evils.

"That's not necessary. Doctor, and Your Highness, the truth of that year is no longer important to me. Regardless, Your Highness has returned now, and the enemy remains unchanged. For me, that's enough."

What was the truth from back then? Just look at how Theresa and Fang Zhou sit there, completely unfazed. That problem is no longer a problem. Regardless, Theresa's return is a good thing. Now all they really need to consider is how to defeat Tracys and Precious.

"Has the enemy remained the same? Well, actually, I have mixed feelings. Tracy seems to be on a path of no return. And when he was suppressed by Precious inside my body, I wasn't completely unaware of what was happening outside. I could feel that Tracy was not in a good state. I don't know what the problem was, and it didn't seem like he was being controlled. He still had his own thoughts, as if..."

"Ideological Stamp."

Fang Zhou tapped the table and glanced at Kal'tsit, who had a bitter look on her face.

"It seems that Precious implanted some kind of ideological imprint in Tracy, causing him to believe something Precious wanted him to believe, and even to take it as his guiding principle."

Thought stamp, so when they went to the future, the future King Rabbit said that the Sarkaz Royal Court was bewitched by Originium. Could it be that in that timeline, Prisses stamped the thoughts of all the lords of the royal court.

That's really crazy.

"This isn't just a matter of ideological imprinting. Tracy now truly regards Amiya as a demon king who must be eliminated and has the potential to destroy the entire history of the Sarkaz."

When Theresa heard Fang Zhou say this, a question mark clearly popped up on her forehead.

"Hmm? Destroy the entire history of the Sarkaz? Although I could understand a little bit of the changes outside when I was inside Prissus, it was limited to what Prissus saw, and the process was somewhat uncontrollable. So, Doctor, what you mean is..."

It seems that Theresa does not fully know what happened to Amiya. In fact, when Ark mentioned the terms "Control Watch Head" and "Oma Zi-O" again, Theresa only said that she had indeed heard the term "Oma Zi-O" from Tracys, and Precious had also mentioned this thing, but she did not know what the word specifically referred to.

It seems that I need to give this resurrected former demon king some basic information about the current situation on this earth.

From the looks in Kal'tsit and Amiya's eyes, Fang Ark understood that this heavy responsibility once again fell on his shoulders.

"Actually, I think this mission could be done occasionally by you and Amiya."

"You're the one who understands this best. Even though it's been a few months, and Amiya and I are almost completely familiar with these things, we're still not as good as you. So it's most appropriate to leave it to you. What if Amiya and I make some mistakes while explaining it, causing some misunderstandings? Wouldn't that just be a waste of unnecessary effort?"

Hint!

So, under Ark's explanation, Theresa's eyes were confused as she heard about the meaning of Oma Zi-O and the power contained in controlling the watch head, the birth of the King of History and Time, and the end of all the sorrows on this earth and the creation of a beautiful new world.

"Seventeen minutes, faster than the last time I explained it to Frémont. It's all thanks to Theresa that you have a much better understanding than that old lich."

Fang Zhou looked at the watch on his hand and timed his explanation this time. The time it took was much less than the last time he explained the twists and turns to Fremont and the dead souls.

The main reason was that Theresa didn't ask too many questions in the process. She just listened to Fang Zhou's explanation one-sidedly. She only asked questions occasionally when she encountered something difficult to understand. This made the whole process much faster.

However, in order to prove the power of Oma Zi-O, Amiya also demonstrated the power of Oma. Seeing the ability to manipulate time at will, Theresa's eyes were almost filled with surprise. At the same time, a trace of reminiscence flashed in her eyes, as if she remembered a giant beast that once lived in Kazdel.

"But I never imagined that Amiya would not only inherit the position of the Sarkaz Demon King, but also shoulder such a huge responsibility. Thank you for your hard work, Amiya."

Theresa couldn't help feeling guilty when she thought that this 14-year-old child in front of her was actually shouldering the mission of changing the entire earth.

Changing the tragedy on this land should have been the responsibility of adults like them, but now it was imposed on a child. Even if that power chose Amiya, it was not a reason for adults like them to shirk their responsibilities.

"It's okay, Miss Theresa. Although I sometimes feel confused about why it happened to me, I actually feel lucky. After all, this is a cause that will change the world. Others who want to participate may not have the opportunity yet."

"The world?"

Gazing into Amiya's sparkling eyes, Theresa smiled and nodded.

"But the word 'world' was once used by Kal'tsit."

On the continent of Terra, people are still more accustomed to calling the world they live in "Earth". After all, the ocean is too far away for the Terrans, and the dangers it contains make it difficult for the Terrans to set foot in it.

"Now I am more accustomed to calling it the Earth. After all, the ocean is still too dangerous for us today."

Kal'tsit said so.