Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

The girl's imagination was ultimately limited, and she couldn't recall the details of the light guide column at all.

But the girl always felt angry behind that light guide.

There is a reason behind every human behavior.

People feel angry when they feel ashamed or when their weaknesses are exposed.

Angry at one's own weakness.

I'm angry at the existence of people who hurt me.

Even if it's just that you're making things difficult for yourself, it will still happen.

When a person is unable to reconcile with themselves and cannot fully integrate into society, inner demons will grow wildly like weeds.

In an instant, she felt as if she had returned to that moment.

The shock of the heat hit you in the face, and everywhere you looked was a scene of hell.

The earth was nearly melting, vehicles were overturned, human bodies were instantly destroyed by the impact, and ores were scorched red in the heat and then slowly cooled down.

And behind the beam of light.

Her long silver hair swayed slowly in the disdainful wind, and her golden eyes coldly surveyed everything that was happening below.

Without blood or tears, it seems like the world's most merciless mockery of humanity.

But who should I hate?

Do you hate that beam of light?

But if it weren't for this pillar of light, he wouldn't have been saved, and his abilities wouldn't have awakened. It's like the extreme opposite of this scorching heat; the ability of extreme cold is like an inescapable brand. No matter when or where, as long as he feels his abilities, the feeling of being shocked and terrified by the hellish scene will linger.

Whom should we hate?

Unable to find the answer in his small mind, he turned this incident into a nightmare he could never escape.

An eternal nightmare, an indelible mark.

Originium Arts are abilities that connect directly to the heart; they are the manifestation of fantasy in reality.

The cold wind gradually twisted and took shape in mid-air, a sign that Originium Arts were about to go out of control.

However, the girl was unaware of this and remained trapped in the nightmare.

until----

"What nonsense are you thinking about now?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind, accompanied by a warm sensation rubbing against my shoulder.

"Ugh!"

A person who is daydreaming will almost always jump when suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

Little Yelena was startled, and the cold current that was about to take shape instantly dissipated, leaving only her slightly reddened eyes and a pitiful look as if she had been wronged.

Sodium chloride noticed that something was wrong with the girl. Of course, she couldn't sense the cold current and the gradually activating energy fluctuations in the air. She shouldn't continue using this body; she should find a job.

It's my sister.

The girl always had the same expressionless face, which made strangers think she would be difficult to get along with, since she always had a cold face.

However, the outpouring of emotions was genuine.

The prominence of emotion lies in behavior and the understanding behind that behavior.

That is, contrast.

What stands out in the contrast is that clumsy companionship.

"Waaah... Sister..."

"Well, what happened?"

"elder sister····"

"???"

The next moment, the girl suddenly burst into tears and threw herself into the arms of sodium chloride.

Sodium chloride was completely confused about what had happened.

"Um... is what I'm talking about really that scary?"

Seeing the girl's strong reaction, the middle-aged man driving scratched his head and said somewhat awkwardly.

"She's just a bit timid, don't worry about it too much."

Sodium chloride explains it this way...

P.S.: Wow, some people are actually urging me to update this book! Stop urging me! I'm writing! I'm writing! Please wait a little longer; quality and speed can't be balanced!

That book won't be abandoned. At most, I'll update it daily. You know, I'm currently writing two books. Alexander is urging me to update, I'm about to die, sob sob. Please have mercy on me.

I'll probably update in the next day or two...

Probably, maybe, probably, it seems, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Why are there so few comments about this book lately? Please post more comments so I can have more motivation while I'm resting.

Or are you guys actually nurturing books? Please stop nurturing them, please stop nurturing them! I'm begging you in the forums and chat rooms, sob sob sob.

Section 25, Chapter Twenty-Five: [Trading and Desire]

"Did I get what I wanted?"

Late at night, in the Duchy.

In the lord's castle, Kosiché sat before the chessboard, gazing at the pieces he had been waiting for.

Across from him, a silver-haired girl sat in her opponent's seat, holding a cup of hot tea.

Having changed out of the Herrscher's extremely conspicuous attire, and not even displaying the Herrscher's signature wings and golden eyes, he concealed his energy and came here as an honored guest of the Duke's mansion.

"Of course, of course. With you making such a big fuss, it's easy for me to get things done. But I really didn't expect you to like this kind of Eastern drink."

As he spoke, he handed over a document.

"Your playing style is so aggressive; it seems you don't like being behind the scenes."

On the chessboard, the white side is engaged in a fierce battle with the black side. The white side is trying to break through the black side's defensive formation by exchanging pieces in the most brutal way, in order to achieve the final victory.

“I hate wasting time on the wrong things, even if it’s something I have to do.”

She took a sip of hot tea, put down the cup, and opened the folder. There were many documents and reports inside, but only a few marked in red were the ones she needed.

This was the deal between the two, a deal concerning intelligence.

Kosiché needed someone to speed things up, and this taciturn new friend needed a traitor skilled in intelligence gathering, so the deal was struck.

The collected items are things that might be related to the protagonist, such as secrets on the other side of the world, prototypes of classified projects, which country's prince [meow] was driven out in a palace coup, or a good-for-nothing who changes his fate over time, and so on.

In short, we should take any information that might be related to the protagonist, even if it's not concrete.

One page in particular caught her attention.

It was an archived record from many years ago.

Mining history of a small mining company under the Boris Group in Ursus in the southern mountains.

One of the black-and-white photos shows someone standing on the report.

It was a blurry image, but you could tell it was a group of workers dragging something out.

"what is this?"

"Oh, good eye. This is highly confidential information, and it took me a lot of effort to obtain it."

Kosiche picked up his coffee cup and said.

"That was many years ago, more than a decade ago. A small mining company under the Boris Group unearthed a set of... peculiar equipment in the southern mountains."

After considering his words, the Duke finally used the word "peculiar" to describe the object.

"Nobody knows what it is. Even the people in the Ursus technology department can't figure it out. The only conclusion is that the thing's history may be even older than Ursus itself."

The secret behind the world? If this thing is a prototype, then it's probably the intended protagonist machine.

After all, the main characters all prefer prototype experimental machines; very few people actually drive mass-produced ones.

However, it seems...

The silver-haired girl squinted, examining it closely, but couldn't make out what it was.

"Where is this thing now?"

"Good question, but unfortunately..."

Kosic said, crossing his arms.

"This is a top-secret item of the Empire; even I would have a hard time getting my hands on it. But we do have some clues. If you want to look for it, then go to Chernobog and give it a try. As for future cooperation, just continue with what you're doing. Speeding up this process will benefit both of us."

"So····"

The count shrugged.

"————It's a pleasure to work with you."

The girl nodded and left.

They really are the type who are full of action; they say one thing and leave immediately, which is not the habit of nobles.

However, people are different, and people like Kosicé always prefer to take things slowly.

after all····

— Decisiveness in making a move is an art.

Knowing full well the dangers of chess, they sat idly by and watched the situation unfold.

·························

"Is this your method for dealing with the Snow Demon?"

The Chernobog sarcophagus, a secret testing site.

By deliberately avoiding the military and taking the lead in cooperating with external financial groups under the name of the nobility, the profits were split 50/50, which acted like a lever, making things that were not originally available readily available.

Of course, the cost is also doubled.

But that's how gamblers are; after all, they don't have much capital, so if they want to win something, they have to gamble.

Although this style doesn't seem like that of Ursus people, it's more like that of people from the East.

"Yes, Director Kal'tsit, doesn't it feel like a creation from the hands of a god?!"

The deputy director looked at the mechanical creation in front of him with a face full of fervor and excitement.

However, the lady beside him, named Kal'tsit, did not show the surprise he expected. She simply stared at the object coldly, without any reaction.

The Snow Demon is an unidentified entity that recently appeared in the northern region of Ursus and has been causing trouble there.

To date, no effective video footage has been captured; all that has been done is to capture fleeting moments of the snow demon's presence from a great distance.

No one knows what that thing is really like; even the name "Snow Demon" is just a code name.

After all, they appear and disappear intermittently, like a dragon whose head is seen but not its tail; their appearance would cause large-scale casualties, just like the legendary snow demon.

However, this thing is much more powerful than the legendary Snow Demon.

Therefore, the noble forces above seemed to be overwhelmed by the disturbance, but also had certain political conflicts, so they extended an olive branch to the stone coffin experimental group.

Unlike the outdated military aristocracy, this new aristocracy also found external cooperation in the name of nobility. Of course, this was also the result of the deputy director's efforts.

Human greed and desire, the new aristocracy's yearning to unravel the mystery behind the Snow Demon, and the outside world's technological tycoons' covetousness of the Snow Demon's abilities—they have been relentlessly pursuing the answers behind the gods.

What the experimental group wanted was more funding and the promotion of the deputy director.

Human desires are endless; people will even pursue dangerous things.

Of course, their confidence was not unfounded.

Because they had a trump card: the enormous creation before Kal'tsit.

A monster encased in a metal cage.