A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

"You've helped me, so you're my friend now. If you need anything, just let me know, and I'll be right there!" Having found his target, Surtr prepared to set off again.

Zhao Zizhan couldn't let him leave. He felt the time was right and immediately said, "Then why don't you join us, join Rhodes Island? Anyway, you'll need a place to stay when you travel around, won't you?"

"Is this an attempt to win me over? To win over a fragment of a behemoth?"

“No, you are you, Surtr. Whether or not this fragment of the behemoth exists, you are still you.” Zhao Zizhan stared at Surtr’s pale purple, cat-like vertical pupils: “What I recruit will always be Surtr as a person.”

"You're quite the talker, aren't you?" Surtr didn't agree directly, but casually stuck his greatsword into the ground, ignoring his complaints.

"Tell me, what does Rhodes Island do?"

"As you can see," Zhao Zizhan stepped aside so that the other party could clearly see the figures of the agents rushing to the disaster relief site behind him.

Surtr looked at the fully armed operatives, the massive tracked vehicles, and the drones flying in the sky.

"mercenary?"

"It's a pharmaceutical company!!"

Thousand. Find 9б○壹②⑥②⑦ Mountain Order

Chapter 46: Surtr! Get DAZE!

Pharmaceutical companies?

Surtr opened his mouth, then looked at the longbow in the hand of an operator not far away: "Heal what?"

"Ore disease!"

Surtr pointed to the operator holding the spear: "Use this to treat him?"

"Where are you looking? Have you forgotten where you came from?" Zhao Zizhan said irritably, grabbing her finger and turning it around before pointing to the medical tent: "Use that to treat her!"

Oh! Surtr suddenly realized: "The one they injected me with before, was that the medicine you developed to treat Oripathy?" Actually, she wanted to say that she didn't really need it, since she had the power of fire.

But Surtr wasn't the kind of person who didn't know how to repay kindness. Although she was in a daze from the shock of her messy memories, she hadn't walked for nothing all these years. She knew how precious the medicine that could cure Oripathy was. The Rhodes Islanders used such a precious medicine on her without a word of thanks, and didn't ask for money once.

Putting all that aside, this is a small town ravaged by natural disasters, so what are these Rhodes Island operators doing here?

The Seventh Umbrella of the Temple of the Temple of the Temple of the Temple

They were there to save lives—to level roads, build shelters, and aid survivors!

How could such an organization exist on this land?

Surtr admitted that even without Zhao Zizhan, she had begun to develop an interest in Rhodes Island.

Consider it repaying the kindness of their treatment; there's nothing wrong with joining in and helping them out.

"Of course, besides that, I also have another personal request," Zhao Zizhan said, rubbing his hands together.

"what?"

"To be honest, I'm planning to go north to take care of some business, but I have a problem: I'm not good at fighting, so I'd like to ask you to be my bodyguard for a while..."

Before Surtr could even agree, the greatsword in his mind was already shouting, "You weakling, you dare ask me to protect you?! You spoke ill of me and now you want to use my power? Go eat shit!"

"Of course, I also came across a clue related to you."

"I encountered a behemoth that calls himself Odin. This guy is incredibly arrogant, constantly saying that Surtr is nothing but a basket, a wild dog kicked to death by Sami. If he catches you, you have to slap him in the face and rip off his hood. Anyone who dares to appear in front of him will definitely not get a good taste of juice."

Odin, the greatsword is enraged! I will kill you! A thousand times, not enough!!! I will cut you in half, slice you open, and chop you to pieces!!!

Surtr was trying hard to control her emotions and not laugh out loud.

It's really fun to have someone who understands you, because it allows you to play inside jokes that you both understand but others can't.

Surtr hadn't felt this sense of being understood in years...

Hmph, to be honest, it wasn't that comfortable, but agreeing to it wasn't out of the question...

Ignoring the incessant nagging of Levadin in his mind, insisting that he must agree, Surtr curled his lip: "You can't even protect yourself while traveling alone, and you need my help?"

"It's all thanks to your abilities. If I hadn't run into you, I might have needed to call several other operators to go with me for safety."

"Hmph, this kind of trivial matter is more than enough for me to handle alone!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zizhan knew the deal was done and extended his hand, saying, "Then it's a deal?"

"Don't expect me to take good care of you," Surtr said awkwardly, but he still obediently shook hands with Zhao Zizhan.

Zhao Zizhan always felt that Sister 42's personality was somewhat similar to the kitten named Bubble that his family had raised in his previous life.

If this were an animated film, Zhao Zizhan would definitely pull his baseball cap back, strike an incredibly cringeworthy pose, and say: Surtr, get Daze!

"Zizhan, have you finished talking? It's been a while. The patient can't be exposed to low temperatures for too long..." The two stood in the snow, building a revolutionary friendship and oblivious to the world around them, but the medical operator inside the tent was extremely anxious.

How could you take a survivor who was just rescued from the rubble out in the cold wind right after they received medical treatment?! They said it would only be for a short while, and it's been so long and they still haven't come back...

After emerging from the medical tent and circling around twice, the medical staff spotted the two figures. Just as they came over to warn them, they saw Zhao Zizhan and Surtr holding hands.

"Oh ho... no, I mean... Operator Zizhan, although we don't usually restrict our operators' personal lives, we should still give the disaster victims some space before..." After a brief moment of observing the situation, the medical operator immediately remembered her job and began to offer advice.

Goodness, that was fast! The rescue team just pulled the person out, and they've already shaken hands?

Or perhaps the two actually knew each other before? It doesn't seem like it...

Yiling Yier and the umbrella age

So, it turns out that Operator Zizhan likes older girls with red hair...?

Zhao Zizhan hasn't been at Rhodes Island for very long, but within the island, everyone knows him. Everyone knows that Rhodes Island has a logistics bigwig, but some people don't recognize his name. However, the medical operators are an exception. These women examined Zhao Zizhan thoroughly during the previous consultation, and even Guan Yu wasn't spared.

The medical staff had a good impression of this beautiful, strong, and tragic colleague who was aesthetically pleasing (her dragon bloodline gave her an inherent charm boost), had crucial abilities, a tragic fate (she contracted a strange genetic disease), and was incredibly strong and optimistic.

"Huh? No, this, ah... you misunderstood, um, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'll take the people back right away." Zhao Zizhan was a little embarrassed. He seemed to have delayed his colleague's normal work and was even misunderstood as taking advantage of someone in distress. He quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and responded with an awkward smile, his toes already clenched.

Unbeknownst to him, his embarrassment caused his face to turn bright red, further confirming to the medical staff that something was wrong.

"Alright, you should go back with the medic and get some rest. Get a good night's sleep. Just let me know if you get hungry or want anything to eat. I'll go check out other places first."

"Okay," Surtr said indifferently. Now that she had a direction for the future, she really wanted to get some rest. Lying in the ruins without a bed was uncomfortable, and the hospital bed in the tent was much more comfortable than the rubble-strewn building debris.

Zhao Zizhan and Surtr, his new teammates, parted ways. For Zhao Zizhan, the night was still long, the situation in the disaster area remained complex, and there were still many things waiting for him to do.

Surtr's addition was undoubtedly a huge surprise, and Zhao Zizhan had more confidence than before in how to save Soldier Chu Tianjiao.

Forty-seven images: Me, Surtr

The disaster relief work is very busy.

Even though Rhodes Island doesn't need to consider any post-disaster reconstruction, this is still the case, because the town has been completely destroyed by the natural disaster and will be uninhabitable for at least several years to come.

The water source has been severely polluted and needs to be replaced. We also need to figure out how to isolate and avoid the Originium contamination, deal with the corpses of the infected after the mass deaths, and be wary of the various monsters that emerge after the natural disaster.

Natural disasters can cause drastic changes in the concentration of Originium in a region, and these drastic changes can affect the surrounding ecosystem. In the most extreme case, even Originium bugs in the vicinity can become extremely aggressive.

Therefore, disaster relief in Terra is not a simple task. You need to consider the harsh natural environment, the complex disaster area conditions, the varying concentrations of pollution, the human landmines that could explode at any time, and the ferocious small animals that have gone berserk.

Remember this: the probability of a person being killed by Originium Bugs is not only not zero, but also very high!

The weapons the operators carry aren't just for show; they're actually useful!

Zhao Zizhan was also very busy. Being a frontline logistics worker in disaster relief was no easy task. Fortunately, he was highly capable and had many senior colleagues to help guide him, which made him relatively stable as a novice.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Zhao Zizhan was recording the current status of supplies—he had been assigned to an administrative position due to his demonstrated level of education.

Zhao Zizhan's university degree did not disappoint him. He transformed many experiential tasks into quantifiable regulations using data-driven methods. For example, he set baselines for how much energy and water the rescue team members needed to consume during their rest periods after returning from the search and rescue mission. Originally, the operators had to find food and take what they needed themselves. Some might have wanted to save their share for others, or they might have been too busy rescuing people to rest and work non-stop.

These were all strictly forbidden by Zhao Zizhan.

Turning his head in the direction of the sound, Zhao Zizhan saw Surtr.

"Why did you come out? Didn't I tell you to rest properly?" Zhao Zizhan was a little surprised, but he didn't stop taking notes.

I can't sleep.

Surtr casually blew away a snowflake that drifted in front of her; the scattered snowscape mirrored her turbulent heart.

Zhao Zizhan couldn't help but glance sideways. Sure enough, the shock of suddenly realizing that he was not himself was not something he could easily accept so quickly.

Surtr is human too; she too feels confused. Perhaps she didn't think much of it when she first learned about it, but after the initial excitement, lying in her hospital bed, the jumbled thoughts in her mind, along with her past chaotic memories, would be stirred into a large cup of colorful liquid.

Have you ever felt that friends are no longer friends, and home is no longer home?

"Because of the memory issue?" After briefly reviewing the data on resource consumption timeliness and future trend predictions in his mind, Zhao Zizhan filled in a few numbers on the table and continued to ask.

"Tsk...right."

If one's memories all come from Surtr and the previous holders, then who am I? Which ones truly belong to me, and which belong to others?

I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference!

"I can understand how you feel." Zhao Zizhan also sympathized with Surtr's situation. After all, when he transmigrated, he also received memories from the original owner of the body. These memories were mixed with his childhood memories and were difficult to distinguish.

This caused Zhao Zizhan to recover for a long time in the hospital.

"You understand? You do too?" Surtr glanced at Zhao Zizhan.

The novel of Xianxun: The story of the nine clams of the angel

"Um... my situation is a little different from yours, but I've had similar experiences..."

I don't think you need to worry about these things.

"I have no worries," Surtr still stubbornly insisted.

"Alright, alright, you didn't, you didn't. Well then, let's just say I'm being nosy and like to meddle. Do you want to hear my opinion?"

Surtr had some respect for this person who knew a lot of inexplicable Terra secrets, and he had a good impression of Zhao Zizhan: "Then tell me?"

"Memory is an important component of our individuality. The traces of the past determine who we are. You feel lost because in not knowing where your memories belong, you also lose your sense of belonging."

“But memory isn’t the deciding factor,” Zhao Zizhan said, looking at Surtr. He didn’t know if his words would be useful, but people over thirty often unconsciously start to feel like giving advice.

“Memory determines our connection with the world; it is the path we came from. But a person is not merely a collection of fragments of memory. Your confusion, your frustration, the endless thoughts swirling in your mind are precisely the proof of you as an individual, Surtr.”

Surtr suddenly looked at Zhao Zizhan, as if she understood what he said.

“Look, you are really alive. You can cry and laugh, you get tired and thirsty. This is proof that you are alive.” Zhao Zizhan tapped the girl’s hand. The girl’s skin was surprisingly delicate and tender.

"Your thoughts, your emotions, your will all express your independence. You can still see the sunshine and the flowers on the branches. My feelings for you will not disappear because of your mixed memories. You can still build bonds with me and with anyone on Rhodes Island. These bonds will not be diluted by your chaotic past memories, but will deepen with the passage of time and your interactions with others."

An elder once said, "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift from heaven."

"The chaotic past does not represent the end of your existence. On the contrary, it means that you can discard the old, mixed, and chaotic Surtr and begin to exist as a new Surtr, build your own social circle, write your own life story, and become your true self."

"You are no longer Surtr, but you are, in a way, Surtr."

Zhao Zizhan stared intently at Surtr, who was standing there dumbfounded, while Surtr stared blankly at the distant scenery.

The death of my uncle

She gently reached out and caught a snowflake. The snowflake landed in her palm, and, unable to bear such a gentle touch, shyly curled into a teardrop.

A chill ran from her palms into her heart. She looked at the purple eyes reflected in the water droplets and the distorted coin head caused by the refraction of the round water droplets.

She suddenly laughed.

Suddenly the golden rope snapped, and the jade lock was torn apart.

Yes, I am Surtr!

The wind and snow of Ursus Mountain have come; only today do I realize who I truly am.

Chapter 48: A Single Hair

While Zhao Zizhan was busy with disaster relief in Terra, the Dragon Raja world continued to operate normally.

After two days, the two strands of hair collected from Zhao Zizhan finally arrived in Kassel with the team members from the Operations Department.

"You've worked hard. The school will arrange a vacation for you in a while," the student in charge of the pick-up said with a smile, shaking hands with the group.

"Don't worry about taking a vacation yet. I have something very important to report to Minister von Schneider!" The discovery made by the Operations Department naturally needs to be reported to its leadership first.

"I will inform the minister immediately."

Half an hour later, the man in the trench coat finally met his minister, von Schneider.

The executive director's appearance can be described as quite astounding. His long bangs covered half of his eyes, leaving only one exposed. He wore a respirator on the lower half of his face, and each breath was accompanied by a very clear wheezing sound.

To put it bluntly, he could be pulled out as a boss in Zaun.