Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

She didn't have anything to eat the whole way.

Thankfully, we've finally arrived.

Squeezing through the crowded rows of seats, Yelena finally jumped off the bus and breathed in a breath of fresh air.

So, where is this place?

"Inferior humans, I really want to completely annihilate their souls, not even giving them the right to think while encased in ice crystals."

Now, Yelena's eyes have completely turned into heterochromia. To avoid unnecessary trouble, the girl had to grow her bangs long and use them to cover her left eye, which had become Herrscher-like.

The scarlet eyes and inhuman pupil shape would frighten many people.

"No, I already said we can't do anything reckless."

That voice was even more irritable than Yelena's. The Herrscher personality was already annoyed. If Yelena, as the main personality, hadn't been suppressing that irritable Herrscher of Death, she probably would have unleashed her Honkai on the spot.

It's not that no one spoke at all along the way, but it was a bit too awkward for Yelena to be talking to herself.

All I could do was listen to the Herrscher of Death constantly complaining the whole way.

If it weren't for this person who kept grumbling throughout, she might have been bored to death.

So where is this place?

The bus had already driven off towards the next stop, kicking up a trail of dust mixed with snow.

snow?

Yes, Yelena, who had long since lost her sensitivity to temperature, only then realized that her breath was white.

here it is····

Ursus?

"Get in the car, you damn infected people!"

The burly military police waved their batons, driving away the infected people who looked to be dressed in tattered clothes.

Ursus has always maintained a high-pressure policy towards the infected population. Although it has not carried out complete humanitarian extermination, the Empire's mines need a constant supply of labor, so it is always necessary to oppress the infected and prevent them from resisting.

That's why we see these kinds of scenes. No matter what contradictions exist within the empire, the internal pressure has never stopped. And because of the existence of the infected, the lowest of the low and not even human, the discrimination against them by ordinary citizens has become increasingly severe. Even the most miserable citizens are still citizens, and no matter how unfortunate they are, they are still much better off than those infected.

Of course, they don't have any real testing equipment; they rely entirely on checking for any crystals protruding from their skin to determine if someone is infected.

However, most of them are poor people, so the final interpretation of whether someone is infected is in their hands. If the military or police say someone is infected, then that person is likely to be infected.

Meanwhile, Yelena, who had "borrowed" clothes from the clothing store, pulled up her hood, put her hands in her pockets, and coldly watched everything unfold.

She is no longer infected; to be precise, she is no longer even human.

However, this does not diminish her disgust for these guys.

She was once one of the oppressed and exploited people in the mine, and almost died there.

Everyone she knew—her father, mother, and grandmother—had died in the mine.

Although she didn't die at the end of her life, she knew very well what those who drew the black lottery had gone through.

If it weren't for... she would have died long ago, on the snowy plains.

Just like the plight of these unfortunate infected people.

That's why she hates it.

I hate this empire, and I hate these military police.

And these apathetic ordinary people.

Why should infected people be treated this way? Is it just because they have an incurable disease?

But that's not a reason to be exploited by the empire to that extent.

And those infected who won't resist...

The military police officer seemed to turn around, perhaps sensing Yelena's malicious gaze.

The girl then stopped looking at the group of soldiers and police, and instead followed the crowd slowly into the city.

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P.S.: I don't even know how long the queue will be, ugh. [collapses]

Chapter 325 [Chernobylberg]

"This place really does look similar."

Looking out the window at the Ursus double-headed eagle flag outside the city hall, and at this frigid land, one can't help but think of Russia.

In the same cold winter land, there is a similar two-headed eagle.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone here has a pair of round ears on their heads that look like brown bears, it would be pretty much complete.

First it was Columbia, this time it's Ursus. Due to the lack of satellite positioning, the people in this world don't seem to have a comprehensive understanding of the world itself. They seem to be isolated from the wastelands and natural disasters outside the mobile cities, and their information is quite limited.

Fu Hua's journey was more like exploring the world by feeling her way along than traveling, much like the Mongols in the past. After all, there was no comprehensive positioning system and no reliable world map. To determine where she was, she basically had to ask or guess.

As we walked, the weather turned cold.

Fortunately, Fu Hua's body is not that of a normal person, so she is not afraid of the cold; at least, this temperature is not a problem for her.

However, the little one behind her wasn't having such a good time.

"Master, why are there so many white ones everywhere, making it hard to stand?"

Behind Fu Hua, who was sitting on the unfinished building, a small figure slowly climbed up the stairs, carrying a laptop in her arms. She walked slowly to Fu Hua's side, her little hands, red from the cold, tugging at the hem of Fu Hua's clothes.

The silver-haired film girl, also known as Rosemary, seemed to be seeing snow for the first time.

As a little guy who grew up in a laboratory, he most likely has never seen snow in Colombia.

This time, I followed her all the way to Ursus, and the girl was a little uncomfortable with this cold world that was covered in snow all year round.

"Cold weather is a kind of training, but is film really that intolerant of the cold?"

Considering the differences between demi-humans and humans, it seems that cats are naturally very vulnerable to cold?

Fu Hua had never owned a cat before, so she didn't really understand how this creature, which is different from humans, could withstand the changing seasons.

However, looking at the girl's hands, which were still trembling despite being wrapped in winter clothes, it seems that children have very poor resistance to the cold.

In addition, cats might not like the cold?

Even the rosemary's tail was curled up and hidden inside her clothes, unwilling to be exposed to the air.

"That's snow, something unique to winter."

As she spoke, the woman squatted down. The girl's hands, which were holding the laptop, were red from the cold, and her cheeks were rosy.

With a sigh, Fu Hua had no choice but to take off his own coat and drape it over the girl.

The girl's clothes were brand new, since old clothes are less resistant to the cold. As a fusion warrior, Fu Hua is not good at many things.

For example, there was no way to wash clothes, so even the immortal who always advocated thrift had to adhere to the principle of throwing them away when they got dirty, and he bought a lot of clothes for the girl along the way.

Of course, Fu Hua had no money, and she didn't have any time to work along the way.

Fortunately, this was a chaotic world, full of villains and petty scoundrels, so Fu Hua had no choice but to "borrow" a little money from those villains to buy some necessities for the girl.

After all, she was a fusion warrior who could go without food or water, but girls couldn't; on the contrary, they were physically weaker, and Rosemary's body was much smaller than that of a normal person.

You can tell from his size that he's so thin he looks like a gust of wind could blow him away.

Even though Fu Hua had done her best to provide the girl with nutrition along the way.

And the girl's memory problems.

The girl's modifications were too risky. Although she gained powerful Originium Arts, the price was an artificial organ and a memory that would reset to factory settings every time she slept.

"Perhaps it's time to stay here for a while. Your body will probably not be able to handle this kind of walking."

The girl's emerald-green eyes, like a cat's, looked at Fu Hua's face, then glanced down at the snow stains on her boots.

She had no choice but to lift her slender legs and stomp her feet.

"It's so slippery, I can't stand up."

"It will be fine later."

The woman said this.

Of course, she wasn't just exploring the world by feeling her way along; she also had a guiding light to point her in the right direction.

That is Honkai.

Following the signs of collapse, Fu Hua tracked them all the way here.

Normal Honkai messengers will hide themselves, but some newly formed Herrschers will not.

For example, the subtle Honkai energy that Fu Hua can sense right now is very little and has almost no effect on people, but it is like a signal.

When you kill the first cockroach in your home, it means there's actually more than just one.

The same goes for Honkai; once Honkai occurs, it becomes very difficult to suppress.

That's why Fu Hua tracked them all the way here, all to find out the source of the Honkai. A civilization without any Honkai-related technology, the only ones who could probably generate Honkai energy are the Herrschers.

Could a Herrscher be born in a place like this?

Therefore, Fu Hua certainly needs to find its true form, and how to deal with it afterward depends on the situation.

After all, Fu Hua has never traveled through the world. Although her experiences over thousands of years have told her that Herrschers will inevitably cause disasters, it cannot be said that Herrschers themselves are inherently destructive.

After all, she had witnessed Herrschers sacrificing themselves for humanity.

Therefore, it depends on the situation.

She will not let the wicked go unpunished, but she will not wrong the good either.

but·····

Scanning the crowd, I realized that it wasn't just the poor infected people and ordinary folks.

Some seemingly malicious individuals also mingled among them.

I have a feeling that the days ahead in this city won't be very peaceful.

Dark clouds are looming over the mobile city of Chernobog.

Chapter 326 [You're so kind~]

"No wonder my sister used to always go to the suburbs because there are no people living there."

That girl is actually your sister? You still think of her as your sister?

Lying on the tattered sofa, the girl lay there, while the Herrscher of Death with long gray hair leaned against the wall, coldly watching Yelena lying on the bed.

"of course."

Yelena gave priority to the Herrscher of Death standing to the side.

The faint sound of police cars driving through the streets could be heard outside.

Everything felt incredibly real; the chill in the air made it impossible to sleep soundly without being bundled up.

However, Yelena's breath did not turn into a cloud of white mist.

This place seems real, but it's not real; it's a dream.

In reality, Yelena was indeed sleeping on this dilapidated sofa, but perhaps because of her status as a Herrscher, she would always "wake up" again when she fell asleep.

Waking up in a dream, surrounded by an environment exactly like reality, even with the same tactile sensations, almost no one would think they were in a dream if they couldn't see the Herrscher of Death.

After all, people don't remember their dreams very clearly.

However, only the dream of the Herrscher of Death can be clearly remembered.

Only at this time can the Herrscher of Death use the girl's body to perceive the outside world, simulate an almost perfect replica of the real world, and then escape to relieve boredom.

Although it is not necessary, the Herrscher of Death who fully inherited Yelena's memories has some similar habits to her.

I can't stay still.

Although this is a dream, the effects she has on everything around her are actually simulations within the dream, not reality. Things that cannot be done in reality cannot be done here.

For example, when you break a wall, although the wall can certainly be penetrated, you can't determine whether the cross-section inside the wall is damaged.

Yelena didn't know these details before she went to sleep.