People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"I'm wearing too many layers, which makes it difficult to move around. The road conditions are also poor, and it's like trying to run a mountain at a time."

Although Rhodes Island can now clearly see the existence of the megastructure, the distance between the two is actually not very close.

At least, in Ernst's view, the scientists and explorers who had just disembarked and rushed toward the giant structure had only covered less than a tenth of the distance in the time it took them to talk, and were almost completely stuck in the snow.

With Ernst's small arms and legs, by the time he arrives, it will be too late!

Kal'tsit rolled her eyes at Ernst, a mix of amusement and exasperation, then sighed and called out:

"Mon3tr."

"Roar (a joyful roar)!"

A massive Originium behemoth leaped out from behind Kal'tsit, letting out several excited cries and waving its scythe-like legs at Ernst.

It's quite spiritual!

Ernst nodded to himself.

Putting everything else aside, Mon3tr's design is really cool. No matter how many times I look at it, the textured shell, the expansive body structure, and most importantly, those handsome scythe feet!

This sense of alienation is truly captivating!

Kal'tsit's aesthetic sense never disappoints!

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been described as "only having good looks"! With good looks, her fashion sense is bound to be pretty good!

"Kal'tsit, can I borrow Mon3tr for a couple of days?"

Lifted up, Ernst looked down at the swollen Kelsey beside him, blinked, and asked a sincere and earnest question.

Mon3tr let out a soft growl, seemingly in response, and also turned its small head towards Kal'tsit.

But Kal'tsit firmly shook her head, ignoring Mon3tr's gaze, and replied:

"No."

"Woo-hoo!" (A pitiful cry)

"no!"

"Kal'tsit, this is negotiable. We can talk about terms and such."

"That won't do either!"

Kal'tsit displayed an astonishingly firm stance, shaking her head repeatedly like a rattle-drum, even leaving afterimages.

Just kidding, Mon3tr has a special meaning and purpose for her, how could she lend it to someone else to raise? Not even Ernst!

Even when facing Prissis, Kal'tsit insisted on using the reasons that "this is my privacy" and "the Doctor gave it to me! The Doctor allowed it! The Doctor said it's mine!" to refuse Prissis's suggestion to examine Mon3tr.

That shows her determination!

Seeing this, Ernst could only purse his lips, abandon his own thoughts, and, supported by Mon3tr, slowly flew towards the stargate.

Then, the scientists, who were struggling to move forward in the snow, looked up and saw this shocking scene.

With each step Ernst took forward, the crimson light in the sky faded a little, and the sky gradually returned to its original clarity.

With each step Ernst moved forward, the rootless flower nursery on the ground shrank a little, and the white snow once again covered the empty earth.

Before Ernst arrived at the megastructure, the circular structure at the end of the ice field was as quiet and lovely as a sleeping child. The ever-spiraling, star-like darkness had subsided, and the flowing, brilliant colors had stopped distorting, leaving only two transparent sides through which the view could pass straight, revealing the rocks and snow behind.

The creature, crawling in the shadows, eating hair, screaming, crawling aimlessly, crying, scratching its head, pacing, tripping, crying meaninglessly, howling, crawling at lightning speed, attacking everyone, backflipping away, leaping, rolling, writhing in the shadows, screaming, twisting, crawling in the shadows, crawling, writhing, writhing in the shadows, rolling, crawling violently, twisting, convulsing, roaring, the writhing Tora, had somehow collapsed to the ground, its limp posture exceptionally alluring, uttering a murmur that could actually be understood: "Er."

"Oh my god, that scared me to death."

"Oh dear, what is this?"

"It's too bright, too bright."

"It's sunny, gotta go!"

He's like a legendary vampire from a QQ group, able to calmly and even applaud any terrifying thing, even history, with a smile. But the moment he touches the warm sunshine and love, he vanishes into thin air.

Chapter 1040 Kal'tsit: You can't take this thing!

Elchi the Cyclops has always had a dream.

She wants to save the world!

How about that? Doesn't that sound pretty awesome?

Don't laugh yet. Elqi is an adult, and she knows very well that in this era, only madmen in mental hospitals and immature children can shamelessly talk about such dreams.

Does the world keep turning even if someone is missing? Even if all the Grand Dukes of Victoria died today, and the true dragon of the Great Yan dissolved into water tomorrow, the land of Terra would not change in the slightest; at most, it would become more chaotic.

People don't need anyone to "save" them, because no one will admit that they are in a quagmire. The clear-headed disdain it, and the muddle-headed are unaware of it.

Going into the water to rescue someone who has fallen in is a very dangerous thing. Those who are drowning, whether out of instinct or malice, or even malice, will always grab onto you as a lifeline when you reach out your hand. If you are not strong enough, you can easily be dragged down with them.

Moreover, the eddies and undercurrents in the great river of time are far more complex and dangerous than any natural water system.

But Elki was already prepared.

I'm not afraid to tell you this, but she was always ready to sacrifice herself.

In the terms of the popular Terra psychology, she belongs to the kind of "sacrificial personality". As a Cyclops who can foresee the fate of suffering, she did not become negative like her kin after witnessing failure, disappointment and despair. On the contrary, her foresight brought her a kind of martyrdom.

Everyone has to do something in their life. What Elki wants is to "use my life to block the door to darkness" and then "save the world"!

She felt that this was her destiny.

That was her opinion, at least until she met Ernst.

"6th Uncle 1+ Umbrella Exposed Swelling ZhUanqUn: As for now..."

Standing before the structure of foresight, Elchi, acting as the guide, raised her hand. The single eye on the top of her head, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened. The Cyclops' foresight activated in an instant, and she was about to conduct her final divination of fate here.

Her consciousness sank to the bottom of her mind, and one possibility after another unfolded before her, only to be rejected in the blink of an eye. What she was looking for was not them, but that unique "blank space".

Oh, the stage of unpredictable destiny, the puppets dancing freely beyond the control of the Creator, that history that is neither recorded in any book nor judged by any arbiter.

Let me see, where are you?

Elki's consciousness continued to descend, deeper and deeper, exploring the deepest part of vision.

Suddenly, a strange sensation swept past her.

She abruptly stopped her exploration, turning her head slightly to look at the pale golden light, like a pebble.

Meanwhile, Ernst had already arrived at the bottom of the circular megastructure.

Looking at Tora who had fainted on the ground, Ernst grinned, reached out, and took off his mask.

Tora's face was reduced to a rough outline; the rest was smooth and, if one had to describe it, it didn't look like a human being.

Ernst's minimum requirement for a person was that they have a nose and eyes, and Tora clearly no longer fits this description.

In his current state, even in a game of finding a fake, he would be considered someone who doesn't put in much effort to disguise himself. His smooth yet detailed face is so striking that just one glance can easily cause physical discomfort.

Kal'tsit wasn't joking. Given his current situation, in the past, in some of Kayan's games, he would basically have been eliminated.

Fortunately, the 8 Ernst Plastic Surgery Hospital specializes in treating such complex cases and has no strict requirements regarding the patient's physical condition.

Ernst raised his hand and slapped it hard across the face.

Hey, guess what?

"Awooo!" (A surprised roar)

Mon3tr chimed in with a straight man's voice.

As expected, without Kal'tsit as a translator, the straight man's banter was a bit lacking. Mon3tr was enthusiastic, but inexperienced; he knew he should be supporting the straight man at this moment, but his responses weren't quite right. Ernst could only say he still needed more practice!

The correct answer should be:

"Wow! This is a medical miracle!"

Ernst himself added this sentence.

Because this slap was truly a medical miracle. Suddenly, a hole appeared where there was none, a hole appeared where there was none, a person who wasn't breathing suddenly started breathing, and someone who hadn't heard a sound from anywhere finally "got something to say!"

The only downside is that too much time has passed, and Ernst never actually saw what Tora looked like. Whether the slap was a "return to its rightful owner" or a "makeover," Ernst doesn't know.

Hopefully, once Tora is up and running, she won't look in the mirror yet; Ernst should first get all the positive reviews.

"Ow?"

Mon3tr let out a confused cry.

Clearly, it felt it had answered promptly, but Ernst hadn't used its witty remark, leaving it a little aggrieved.

Ernst ignored the Originium behemoth. He simply couldn't understand what Mon3tr was saying; if he had, he probably would have offered some criticism.

"You young comrade, your ideological awareness is very low. You don't do your job properly, all you think about is sucking up to the boss. The leaders don't use your flattery, why don't you look for your own problems instead?"

Ernst reached out and checked Tora's "brand new" nose. After confirming that Tora's breathing was normal, he put it down.

This big man is really heavy. Not to mention the pile of plate armor on his body, just his physique alone is something Ernst couldn't possibly carry for long.

However, as soon as he let go, nothing else happened except for a "crack" sound coming from Tora's back when she landed.

It looked like he had bitten something, so much so that even though he was unconscious, Tora let out a muffled groan of pain!

Ernst was shocked and quickly moved Tora away.

He went to great lengths to save this person, and he would be heartbroken if they were to get hurt!

With that movement, they saw the thing that had bumped into Tora.

It was a small, golden pebble. Its entire surface was golden.

There is also an indescribable, unknown object sealed inside.

Calling it an "object" is a bit of a stretch, but Ernst really didn't have a better way to describe its shape.

It resembled a wisp of smoke, yet it solidified as Ernst observed it. Upon closer inspection, it appeared black on the outside and shimmering on the inside, exhibiting a strange, multicolored blackness. If that was still too abstract, Ernst could only describe its first impression using the most outlandish, yet simplest, method.

—Like a preserved egg.

Its outer shell is different from its interior. The outer shell has a smooth and lustrous feel, like mutton fat jade. Under the sunlight, it presents a reflective effect like rippling lake water. Its luster is like being plated with a layer of golden yellow, like the sky dyed red by the sunset. It is warm and translucent, as if it can reflect a person's image.

To use another analogy, this thing looks like a piece of amber.

Amber in the traditional sense.

This was the first time Ernst had ever seen this thing in Terra.

Especially the inside part, which gave Ernst a strange feeling.

How should I put it? Ernst felt an instinctive aversion to that thing when he saw it, like our personalities clashed!

Just like Nyarlathotep seeing the Old Seal, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Shit!"

But on the outside, it seems to have an innate affinity.

With a strange look, Enwürster examined the small, seemingly contradictory object in his hand before Kal'tsit finally arrived.

He promptly handed the thing to Kal'tsit.

At this point, he certainly couldn't keep anything to himself. Not to mention that Kal'tsit was unlikely to be plotting anything against him behind his back, even if she were, Ernst wouldn't be like the foolish protagonist in a horror movie, disregarding his own safety and that of the professionals, and taking this thing back to study on his own when faced with something unknown.

"Kal'tsit, what is this?"

Kal'tsit took a breath and was about to check on Tora's condition when Ernst stopped her, and then she saw the little gadget in Ernst's hand.

At first, she didn't think anything of it and reached out to take it. But the next second, when her fingers touched the smooth, rounded surface, her pupils suddenly contracted, her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she dropped the thing in great fear, backing away repeatedly until she fell to the ground with a thud. She even accidentally slapped Ernst's hand.

"Hmm... Hmm-ho—"

Ernst: "?"

No, sis, I also feel this stuff looks like poop, but you're really going to go that far.

Aside from the feeling, this thing actually looks quite pretty. It has an outer shell and a preserved egg inside. Isn't it cute? If you just don't like it, just say so. Why make that face like you've seen a ghost? It makes people think I'm taking advantage of you!

Didn't I touch it myself?

Ernst habitually twirled the small stone in his hand.

Kal'tsit's face paled even more. Her lips trembled as she pointed at Ernst, her eyes darting back and forth between Ernst's face and the stone in his hand. She struggled for a long time but couldn't utter a single word.

However, if she doesn't say it, others will.

The surrounding sky suddenly darkened, as if a black curtain had risen around Ernst and his companions, isolating them from the outside world.

Holding a staff that emitted a faint glow, the Cyclops, yearning to save others, slowly lifted the corner of the curtain. Her expression was solemn and dignified, with a hint of expectation, as if the martyr had finally reached the end of the sacred path, and the final test and the unknown gods awaited at the end, making her feel an overwhelming sense of emotional oppression!