Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

Lifespan limits the development of a creature's thinking; of course, it can also be seen as a form of protection.

A person who lives for a hundred years and a person who lives for ten thousand years experience completely different time spans, and similarly, their understanding of the world will gradually become different.

Being old and not dying is considered thievery. Those immortal beings who have lived for countless years display astonishing wisdom and experience, as well as a complete loss of commonality with their own kind.

After all, everything related to it has long been crushed by the times. Even if one is in one's original hometown, loneliness is inevitable given that everything has changed.

So when Scout saw the girl's eyes, for a moment he felt that they overlapped with the figures of the monsters he had encountered.

Because of those eyes.

It was as cold as an ice cave.

"Is this Scout Squad? Kal'tsit sent me to accompany you on this mission."

He said coldly.

"I am Scout..."

"You can call me Haimer, that's my code name."

The silver-haired girl said this.

P.S.: The codename you've been dreaming about is finally here!

Chapter 126, Section 131: [The So-Called Warrior]

Haimer.

His exact name is Sean Highmore.

The reason why sodium chloride was used as a code name was mainly because of her slightly quirky sense of humor.

Sodium chloride is a person who loves life, so watching TV dramas is a part of his daily routine.

After all, what she wanted was an ordinary office worker who grew slowly like a plant, not a monk. So, with her long life experience, she had actually read a lot of random books and watched a lot of TV dramas.

One of the medical dramas features a protagonist named Shawn Highmore, a strange doctor who can see what illnesses others have but is unable to communicate with others due to "savant syndrome".

Because everyone they saw was sick and not good at speaking, sodium chloride took Haimer.

It's a rare kind of... weird taste that only I know about.

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"I feel like... the doctor has sent us a troublesome situation."

Although she was speaking very quietly to herself, Rafa, who was standing next to her, still heard what Solana said.

The tall, thin boy nodded unconsciously, indicating his agreement.

After all, this "Haydr" doctor didn't seem like someone to be trifled with.

Cold and aloof, just like a carbon copy of Dr. Kal'tsit!

He's quite the riddle master, isn't he?

On Scout's side, the situation is not so pleasant.

As mentioned before, a person's experience will give them different perceptions of the world.

Scout is their captain and an elite operator of Babel, possessing more experience, more encounters, and more life experience.

So he's pretty good at judging people.

These subordinates were all personally promoted and trained by him because he saw different strengths in them, which were the foundation for becoming first-class soldiers.

But my personal feeling about the person in front of me is...

weird.

If this person is a medical operator, their strangeness makes it hard to believe that they truly possess the compassion of a healer.

If you really want to understand it, it's probably like the contradiction of killing more people to save others, or starting a war for the sake of peace.

An indescribable strangeness.

Creepy.

However, trusting Dr. Kal'tsit, Scout said nothing.

After scrutinizing the other person for a moment, the other person looked back at him without any hesitation.

There was a strange, unexplained tension in the air.

However, in the eyes of others, the first impression of the medic is that he is thin, somewhat difficult to get along with, and someone whose race is indistinguishable.

Perhaps it's the other party's Originium Arts.

After all, not all medical operators rely on Originium Arts to heal people; rather, most medical operators rely on their academic knowledge rather than Originium Arts.

And more importantly.

A non-infected person.

It is very obvious that the other party is not infected.

Perhaps it was the malice on the land, or a natural distrust, but although there were many non-infected employees on the Babel Tower itself, the sudden appearance of a non-infected person in the medical field, and their indifferent demeanor, made it difficult to fully trust them at first glance.

"May I... call you Dr. Hymer?"

"To save time, Haimer is enough."

Sodium chloride dislikes trouble, so simplicity is key.

"The doctor said you needed support from the medical team and psychological calming, so he transferred me here."

Completely different from the previous atmosphere, the silver-haired girl in front of me seemed to radiate coldness, lowering the temperature of her words to freezing point.

Everyone fell silent.

Or rather, there's simply no way to adjust the atmosphere in this kind of setting.

This person was far too serious, just like how no one dared to joke in front of Dr. Kal'tsit. Wherever she appeared, people felt a sense of oppression.

"Psychological calmness?"

Scout didn't quite understand the meaning behind that sentence.

Scout is indeed a veteran elite operator, a master of stealth, a seasoned marksman, and the most reliable warrior.

But even with such rich experience, he still didn't understand what psychological composure meant.

After all, he is the best soldier, but not necessarily the best knowledge base; there are always areas that are unfamiliar to him.

Since they're unfamiliar, that makes things easier.

"Post-traumatic stress disorder, abbreviated as PTSD, is also known as post-traumatic stress disorder or post-war reaction. Dr. Kal'tsit was worried that prolonged exposure to war-torn land would distort the minds of soldiers, which is why I am here."

Sodium chloride does indeed give people a capable image, a cold look, pale silver hair, and a cold way of speaking.

He stepped in as if holding a stopwatch, explaining things the soldiers didn't understand with mechanical precision and utter detachment.

It's not about popularizing science, but about informing people.

Like an extremely sharp scalpel.

Behind this efficiency lies an inhuman, rigid rationality, as if dissecting the most explicit things without regard for anyone's feelings; this is what so-called structuralism is all about.

Regardless of beauty or ugliness, status or ethics, dissect everyone, expose everything, and then speak.

See? This is the true nature of humanity.

"...Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"It's actually quite easy to understand. I'm here to monitor your mental state and provide guidance. After all, these kinds of mental illnesses can cause anxiety and depression, which can lead to violent tendencies and violent outbursts against anything. Many of the massacres of civilians and bloody incidents that have occurred on battlefields throughout history have been caused by these kinds of mental illnesses that are often overlooked."

"If something uncontrollable happens, it would be a loss for the Tower of Babel, which is why I am here."

Violent tendencies, uncontrollable, and prone to massacres.

Such words were so jarring in this squad of warriors made up of infected individuals.

Because they were treated that way before.

A stranger, who is not infected, is here talking eloquently about things that they have never even heard of.

Then they say that you are sick and that you are prone to violence against those around you.

No one can easily tolerate being told that an infected warrior might turn into a serial killer.

Although Scout couldn't accept such a blunt conclusion, he was old enough to calm down, consider the other person's words, and ask for a more detailed explanation.

However, his squad members cannot do that.

People's suffering is not shared, and others will only find such words quite harsh.

It is only offensive for someone who seems to know a thing to point fingers at someone who doesn't and make a rather one-sided assessment.

Moreover, this involves a rather weak bond of trust.

Even the Tower of Babel couldn't completely solve the trust issue between infected and uninfected individuals.

There was a deathly silence; there was no argument, let alone discussion.

All that remained was a cold temperature and an atmosphere of unease and restlessness.

Suddenly, before anyone else had a chance to break the deathly silence created by the doctor...

"We are warriors! We will never be the butchers you speak of!!!"

Solana was the first to roar out in anger.

P.S.: I'm so sleepy from staying up all night writing.

Chapter 127, Section 132: [Destined]

"We are warriors! Not the butchers you claim we are!!!"

Solana's roar shattered the deathly silence of the advance zone.

Solana is known for her straightforward temper in the squad.

Repay kindness with gratitude, and avenge wrongs with vengeance.

I would never let something like that linger in my mind overnight.

A person whose anger is completely outwardly expressed.

She took a few steps forward; her tall figure was almost as tall as sodium chloride, and her bright blue eyes were fixed on the doctor in front of her.

The Sarkaz were so engrossed in the battlefield that Solana had long since developed a so-called "killing aura."

And now she even exudes a hint of murderous intent.

Normal people would have a hard time even standing still in front of her.

But the doctor in front of her simply looked into her eyes without reacting.

There was no fear, no terror, not even the slightest reaction; he simply stared at her indifferently.

"really?"

Do you really think your mental state hasn't been tainted by years of war and killing?

The doctor seemed quite resolute, completely unfazed by the tangible threat posed by the other party.

“I am a warrior, and I know very well that I am definitely not the twisted thing you describe!”

For the sake of what they protect, for the ideals they strive for and fight for, no one would admit that they are actually fanatics with mental illness.

"is it?"

"Of course, and I hope you take back what you just said, that was..."

An offense to everyone!