Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

P.S.: I'm writing this late at night and I want to sleep, sob sob.

Chapter 120, Section 125: [We are a legitimate medical organization]

"...If I remember correctly, I think I wrote 'civilian staff' on the information I filled out."

The weapons testing station in the lower level of the Tower of Babel.

Putting aside why a medical organization would have such a large weapons testing area, even the standards are so professional.

Sodium chloride just wants to know why, even though it applied for an office job, it was brought here.

"Huh? Clerical work? That's not right..."

Kroos looked at the form in her hand, scratched her head, and then looked at Kal'tsit beside her.

Normally, Kal'tsit would never be bothered with such matters, since it's just a matter of statistical data evaluation.

But why did Kal'tsit personally appear here this time?

And the other party filled in "clerical position"??

Then why is the report obtained from Kal'tsit filled in as an armed squad?

While Babel Tower is indeed a medical organization that provides humanitarian aid, this aid is not entirely free. Although it does not forcibly charge patients for fees they cannot afford, those being aided can pay their debts in any form other than money.

For example, one could work on a ship, do whatever one is capable of, or even provide intelligence.

Moreover, meals are provided here, and because of the armed subordinates, it is a relatively safe place.

A massive mobile city always requires a large number of people to do jobs that don't require much technical skill but are indispensable.

So those infected were all doing what they could.

However, some infected individuals are allowed to enter the armed forces.

The premise is that it is voluntary.

This is not a warlord organization, and there is no forced conscription. It is more about partners who come together because of the same ideals.

Therefore, the Babel Tower's subordinate forces always existed in the form of small, elite squads, skilled in individual combat and possessing strong individual abilities, but not adept at large-scale, group-based offensives like a true army.

But something is clearly wrong today.

Before any explanation was given for what had happened, Kal'tsit came to personally supervise the force test.

This is just so strange.

There is a conspiracy.

However, Kroos was just an engineer and didn't understand these intricacies.

Just then, Kal'tsit spoke.

"There are already many people in clerical positions. I've looked at your resume; you're a doctor, right?"

Without commenting, Kal'tsit continued.

“I hope you can join the medical department.”

"What does that have to do with the weapons test?"

"Even doctors need to protect themselves. There is no rule of 'letting doctors go' on Terra."

Kal'tsit spoke eloquently.

"What kind of force do you think a doctor can have?"

"That's why we need to know this in order to formulate a plan. We must understand that the medical field is not lacking in people who were once soldiers; they are both soldiers and doctors. And those truly unarmed doctors need even better protection..."

So please just do your best and demonstrate your abilities.

After saying that, Kal'tsit stepped back behind the red line, signaling to the other party that they could begin.

Doctors may not be very combat-effective, but this land will not show leniency just because someone is a doctor.

The scarcity of medical resources has turned the medical profession into a high-risk and low-reward profession.

Medical resources are controlled by large corporations and conglomerates, and private doctors are unreliable.

The land, steeped in ignorance and superstition, was teeming with witch doctors and charlatans.

True doctors are either not in companies, or they have simply abandoned the so-called "practicing medicine and treating diseases" and devoted themselves to medical research, launching an attack on true truth and the secrets of the world.

Endless knowledge can consume endless time, so the shortage of medical resources exacerbates social conflicts.

And it is an irreconcilable contradiction.

That's it.

Sodium chloride hates trouble; she's just someone who wants a peaceful life.

Live a peaceful life like a plant.

However, if we can gain more trust and intelligence, it's not a big deal to put in a little more effort.

Ultimately, everyone will resort to any means necessary to achieve their ultimate goal.

Having lost interest in continuing the conversation, the girl simply placed the heel of her palm lightly on the face of the mannequin she was using as a target.

The place was quite large. When the girl spread her legs and displayed the starting stance of a standard ancient Eastern boxing style, Kal'tsit pulled Kroos into a small house with bulletproof glass.

It seemed she was even more aware of just how terrifying the person in front of her was.

This relatively spacious, pure white armed testing range is likely capable of withstanding attacks from various weapons.

"Hopefully this place is still relatively sturdy."

After saying that, the girl slowly inhaled.

Without even using Honkai energy, the muscles slowly adjusted to their final position.

—Inch power

"Whoosh! The heavens are opened!"

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"Hospital observation?"

Inside the elevator, slivers of white light flashed through the cracks in the doors—the lights from each floor.

Yelena looked at her sister, seemingly resistant to everything around her, and clung tightly to her sister.

"Yes, because Oripathy is very serious, it needs to be contained."

Sodium chloride explained while stroking the girl's long silver hair.

"This is the Tower of Babel, a medical organization with a private armed force. Don't worry about it."

Private...private armed forces?!

Yelena became even more uneasy, pulling at the scarf around her neck, even wanting to cover her entire head with it.

This is a subconscious act of self-protection stemming from a lack of security.

"It's quite normal to have your own private army in a war-torn region like this, where mercenaries are everywhere. Just relax."

Staring at the fluctuating floor numbers above.

The girl suddenly said.

Choose a name you like.

"name?"

This seemingly random question stumped Yelena.

However, she got used to it; her sister was indeed that kind of person, often saying things that didn't make sense or were confusing.

It was like this before, and it's like this again—a problem suddenly pops up, or...

"Choose a name you like?"

"Yes, everyone here needs a code name to be called, while their real name needs to be kept secret as a way to protect their identity."

That's what my sister said.

"Code name?"

Completely bewildered, little Yelena struggled to even write a single word, let alone give herself a pseudonym.

"If you really want to understand it, just think of it as a fake name."

No longer looking at the fluctuating floor numbers, his blue-gray eyes gazed at the somewhat bewildered and confused Yelena.

"How about we call her Froststar?"

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Chapter 121, Section 126: [The So-Called "Reins"]

"Is that... medical department a monster concentration camp?"

In the weapons testing area, Dr. Kal'tsit had already left. Only Kroos remained, standing there in a daze.

As expected of the specially crafted bulletproof glass, it only developed a lot of cracks under the previous impact, and was not directly shattered by the shock wave.

However, other things were not so lucky. The cables buried above were hanging in mid-air, the lighting system was malfunctioning, the internal lights were flickering, and sparks were constantly popping out.

In the test area, the original dummy targets are gone—yes, gone.

Not burned or smashed, but rather, literally...

No more.

Along with the entire white square buffer zone, this area was originally designed to be completely impact-resistant. Unless it's something like a siege cannon, ordinary individual equipment simply won't cause any damage here.

Even heavy individual weapons are no problem; Kroos is confident that the buffer zone here is strong enough to withstand the attacks of the Victorian steam lances.

but···

Why is this so.

The entire ground buffer zone is now gone. The original white impact-resistant modules of the ground, which were heated by the instantaneous impact, have been completely torn apart, revealing the grotesque metal ground. The metal ground is also irregularly shaped, having been melted and then cooled.

The entire impact-resistant wall was directly opened up to the adjacent wall.

Incomprehensible.

Completely incomprehensible.

Feeling the cold wind blowing through the passage, Kroos felt completely disoriented.

What the hell did this attract?!

What's even more terrifying is that the new guy left right after he finished, acting as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

What's even more outrageous is that Dr. Kal'tsit finished reading the book without saying a word and then left.

He simply instructed himself to repair the place.

What's wrong with these two? Are they crazy, or is the world crazy?!

Now Kroos suddenly became curious, genuinely curious about just how much data her opponent's punch would accumulate.

After all, the measuring devices previously prepared for individual weapons, along with the dummy targets, have all disappeared completely.

So if it were possible to create equipment capable of withstanding such impacts and recording data...

You'll definitely make a lot of money selling them.

"Hahaha... Hahaha... Waaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

Kroos gave up on figuring out the true meaning of this timeless philosophical question in a short time, and instead grabbed a cushion from her chair and ran away crying.

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