After leaving the world of all NPCs

Blucher said innocently, "It's always troublesome when the commander can't use his dragon, so let's call others along now."

……

Arknights universe.

Deep within Chernobyl, inside a suffocatingly huge sarcophagus.

The cold steel dome hangs high, and the pale emergency light is like a dying gaze, barely outlining the hideous outline of the huge metal structure.

Da da!

The footsteps were particularly clear in the vast space that was so empty that it could cause an echo.

Tallulah walked in front.

His right hand rested casually on the hilt of the long sword hanging at his waist, his posture relaxed yet full of vigilance.

Frost Star followed closely behind, his huge white coat almost wrapping up his entire body, as if he was wearing a thick layer of snow.

His long white hair fell over his shoulders from the edge of the hood, his long ears moved slightly among the hair, and his bone conduction headphones were pressed tightly behind his ears.

The orange Integration Movement stripes on her jacket sleeves were the only vibrant color on her.

The Velcro fastener on the back of the hips makes a slight hissing sound when walking.

The outline of the dagger holster is faintly visible on the upper thigh of the left leg, and the retracted baton-like device behind the body is close to the coat.

In his left hand, he held a Thor Industries voodoo dagger, which was covered with a Cold Dew modular staff. The cold and polluted aura of the Originium mixed with the tiny ice crystals condensed on it, emitting a weak low-temperature force field.

In front of them, the heavy figures of the shield guards were looming beside the huge pipes and structural columns, like silent steel sculptures, and the huge shields formed a moving barrier.

Further away, members of the Reunion Movement were scattered like shadows at the junction of light and darkness.

"How's your body?"

Tallulah stepped forward.

Froststar quickened her pace slightly and walked side by side with Tallulah.

"It couldn't be better. Oripathy is a thing of the past. I feel healthier and stronger than ever before. It's a shame only we can enjoy this privilege."

"After paying some price, I successfully got Dr. Mebius to develop an inhibitor for us."

"Aren't there differences in the laws of physics between our two sides?"

"They claim to be geniuses who can transcend this difference."

"Just like the box in your hand?"

Frost Star's eyes fell on the metal box in Tallulah's hand that kept making a slight clicking sound.

It was crudely pieced together from rough brass pipes, trembling pointer instruments, buzzing miniature steam cores, and Originium couplers that flickered with unstable light.

You can even see clear solder marks and wrapped insulating tape at the interface.

“Is this thing reliable?”

Hearing this, Tallulah finally stopped and weighed the crude steampunk-style instrument in her hand. "Chlom and the others have used every usable part. Although they are following the design provided by Dr. Welwyn, I trust them for once."

"If all else fails, let the 'prophet' die."

"There's always a way to revive him, isn't there?"

Passing by a giant cooling pipe that requires several people to hug, there is a lonely and peculiarly shaped coffin.

In other words, an extremely large metal hibernation capsule with a surface covered with complex pipes and condensed frost suddenly appeared in the center of the pale aperture of the emergency light.

Without any hesitation, Tallulah walked straight to the huge circular observation window of the hibernation capsule.

Frost Star followed closely behind, standing on the side, looking around vigilantly.

Tallulah's fingers moved rapidly over the knobs and levers of the crude instrument.

The gears inside the instrument made a harsh meshing sound, the steam core pressure surged with a sharp hiss, and the light of the Originium coupler suddenly became dazzling.

Froststar cooperated by placing the tip of her voodoo dagger staff against a specific energy interface on the side of the hibernation capsule. The cold dew module staff structure covering the staff began to operate in reverse, emitting a low resonance.

The energy of the Originium is injected into the shell of the hibernation chamber through the interface.

Buzz—crunch—!

A violent vibration came from inside the hibernation chamber, and the dull thud seemed to connect to the foundation of the sarcophagus.

The thick frost covering the surface of the cabin cracked instantly, and fine ice chips fell down.

A dazzling orange-red energy ring lit up between the huge circular hatch and the main body, like a melted shackle.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction and a violent eruption of large amounts of white high-pressure steam, the huge curved hatch slid open, and the airflow it created blew away the dust and ice crystals on the ground.

The cold white mist rolled out, revealing the internal structure of the hibernation capsule.

In the center of the complex life support tubes, a human figure lay quietly.

Her short gray hair was like the finest lead dust, softly clinging to her cheeks and neck.

Beneath the tightly closed eyelids, there is the same silent gray.

The doctor's face had a kind of exquisiteness that transcended gender. His skin was pale and bloodless, but it did not look sickly. Instead, it looked like cold jade that had been polished smooth.

She lay there quietly, wearing the same cold one-piece suit of unknown material.

A quiet and ethereal aura enveloped her.

Tallulah leaned forward, the dragon's tail slightly taut behind her.

His gaze did not linger too long on that excessively beautiful face, but instead fell directly on the girl's flat belly.

He stretched out his right hand steadily and pressed it directly on the cold clothing in the middle of the girl's abdomen.

The moment their palms touched, a red glowing pattern suddenly appeared under the cloth on Tallulah's lower abdomen. The energy of the Void Pill flowed along Tallulah's pressing palm, as if it had found a path for conduction, and poured deeply into the girl's lower abdomen.

【Ding】

【Doctor: Online】

Ye Zuochen, who was strolling in a newly built school in Tokyo, stopped for a moment, and Nangong Nayue next to him glanced at him.

Ye Zuochen looked at the numbered items in the distance and decided to wait a while to let the doctor digest the common sense of the [NPC world].

The so-called numbered items are the original beast warheads.

A container for beasts created by the Celestials.

Lucifer did not obey and turned all of these numbered items into angels to form a legion in order to delay Ye Zuochen and buy time for him to come to Earth. However, Ye Zuochen used [Gilded Heart-binding Silk] and [Blue Sky Locking Palace] to control these numbered items in turn and brought them to the earth to fight Lucifer.

Although all the numbered items were destroyed afterwards, they were all successfully resurrected with the help of the [Blue Sky Locking Palace] and Guinevere's magic.

However, these numbered items still lack emotion.

The problem is not big.

Sangvishes used their [Mind Cube] technology to give these numbered items personalities.

However, the number of people reached more than 5,000, and Ye Zuochen didn't want to lead so many people, so he simply asked the [Destiny Interpretation Agency] in the No. 909 (Bang Bang) world to establish a girls' school specifically for the numbered ones to attend.

In addition to normal courses, there are also special service classes.

Nangong Nayue became the principal of the school.

"What name do you think is best for the school?" Nangong Nayue asked softly.

Ye Zuochen was about to answer when Liu Meifan next to him spoke first: "Let me make it clear first, we can't use strange names."

As soon as these words were spoken, the girls at the scene looked at Ye Zuochen with subtle eyes.

If there were no restrictions, Ye Zuochen would probably choose some very subtle names, the kind that reveal his own desires.

Ye Zuochen didn't hide it: "That's such a shame. I originally wanted to call it 'Ye Zuochen's Slave Training Academy', but since you object, then I'll call it 'Guixin Academy'."

With the previous comparison, everyone had no objection to this name.

Ye Zuochen immediately stood up and said to the girls, "Okay, I'll go check out the new toys first."

A wooden door appeared and Ye Zuochen immediately stepped into it.

……

【NPC World】

Rhodes Island's huge mobile deck stretched out in the dusk. The metal surface retained the lingering warmth of the day, and was cooled by the gradually rising evening breeze.

The moving city silhouette casts a heavy shadow in the sunset, like a dormant giant beast.

The wind whistled through the bridge and the huge equipment, making a low whimper.

The doctor stood alone at the side of the ship, wrapped in layers of thick coats, like a bloated shadow. His short gray hair was messy in the wind, and a few strands of hair came out from the edge of the wide hood and brushed across his unfocused eyes.

A complex smell of sweet biscuits, salty potato chips and stale fried food seeped out from the fibers of her tightly wrapped clothes, and her whole body was marinated in the flavor of snacks.

Ye Zuochen walked over and stopped a few steps away.

The young man with black hair and black eyes has a clean and gentle face and a natural affinity, which is out of place with the background of this steel behemoth.

The two stood side by side, looking at the outline of the moving city gradually sinking into the twilight in front of them, and were silent for a moment.

"Have you recovered your memory?"

"No."

The doctor's gaze remained fixed on the distance. A light response came from under his hood, like a feather falling to the ground:

Ye Zuochen turned his head, his gaze falling on the doctor's profile, which was mostly obscured by the shadow of his hood. "Shall I put some gold wire in you?"

The doctor's body tensed up imperceptibly for a moment, his gray eyes moved slightly, as if he was examining Ye Zuochen from behind the hood.

After a moment of silence, the taut lines relaxed again.

As a person of extremely high wisdom, the doctor has digested the "common sense" given by Ye Zuochen and knows the rules of this [NPC world].

She can gain a lot, but it also comes at a price.

The right hand hidden in the thick sleeve stretched out and opened towards Ye Zuochen.

Ye Zuochen also raised his hand, extended a slender index finger, and pointed his fingertip steadily at the doctor's index finger which was also extended.

When the skin of the index fingers touched, an extremely fine golden thread, as if it had life, instantly shot out from Ye Zuochen's fingertips and accurately pierced the doctor's fingertips.

The golden thread disappeared in an instant like light thrown into water, as if it had never appeared.

The doctor's body shook violently, as if struck by an invisible electric current.

The gray pupils suddenly shrank to the limit and lost focus in an instant.

It was not a physical shock, but a sudden shock that anchored the spiritual level.

A certain unshakable "point" was forcibly wedged into the deepest part of her consciousness.

What followed was a flood that broke through the dam.

Forgotten, obliterated, cut... countless complex and broken fragments of memory roared out and madly attacked her spirit!

Time loses its meaning in the rushing torrent of memory.

A long time, a long time.

"I remembered."

The Doctor remembered everything.

One's own mission, betrayal, loneliness, struggle, choice, and regret.

The sound of heavy breathing became clear again.

The doctor slowly turned her neck, the shadow of the hood covering her expression like a cage, but deep in her refocused gray eyes, a rock-like cold will had settled.

"What do I need to pay?"

Ye Zuochen: “…”

What is this person talking about?

Why did this sentence suddenly pop up?

However, you need to remind the other party.