Ark Chess Player.

Could it be that the regicide's plump and rounded figure was actually inflated?

Damn it, this makes me want to try it out for myself!

The regicide felt a chill creeping over him for no apparent reason.

“Amiya, the short guy walking towards us is called Bonebreaker, his real name is Alex. He is an officer of the Reunion Commando Team. The transforming gunblade in his hand was unearthed from an ancient ruin and went through several transfers before finally being handed to him. Be careful, his weapon has armor-piercing power, it's best not to let a heavy-armored operator confront him one-on-one.”

The kingslayer openly and frankly betrayed his former teammates, without any hesitation, and even became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.

Amiya gazed thoughtfully at the approaching Bonebreaker in the distance, her eyes unconsciously lingering on his weapon. In that instant, she seemed to see countless ferocious evil spirits roaring, stretching out their claws, writhing as if trying to break free of their confinement and reappear in the world.

Amiya's face turned pale; she was startled and took a step back.

This weapon seems to devour souls; countless monstrous beasts have perished on its blade, their essence refined into its power, condemned to eternal damnation.

Do all weapons from ancient ruins have this effect?

Amiya clenched her small fist.

—I really want the same one!

Chapter 297 The Kingslayer's Rhodes Island Adventure (4K)

"Don't worry, I'm here."

The Kingslayer patted Amiya's head. Her hands were rough from years of gripping weapons, but they gave a sense of reassurance.

“Alex has never beaten me, and he won’t this time either, nor will he ever.”

The regicide spoke slowly, recalling many past events.

Alex was taken in by Lin Lu, just like Qiu Ke'er, and was one of his first students.

Lin Lu not only taught them how to master their own power, but also how to recognize their own position in this cruel world, understand their own value, and... not to do things they would regret.

The Kingkiller had wondered if things would have been different if he had stayed with the Reunion Movement.

Can she stop Talulah? No.

Can she change the treatment of infected people? No.

Can she lead the Reunification Movement onto a new path? No.

After much deliberation, the regicide concluded that his decision at the time was correct.

She wasn't acting impulsively, blinded by Lin's good looks; she followed Lin Lu according to her own will. She had waited so many years for Lin Lu, and he had finally come to take her away. Even though he had lost his memory, Lin Lu remained unchanged.

Since arriving on Rhodes Island, the Kingslayer found that these ten days seemed more exciting than her previous two years. She saw many different landscapes, made some people she could call friends, and even got to see Lin Lu, whom she had been longing for.

Life seemed to have hope again.

The regicide began to look forward to each day.

This was something she had never dared to imagine before.

When the Kingslayer signed her real name and codename on her Rhodes Island employee contract, gaining the authority of a six-star operator and the ability to act autonomously on Rhodes Island ships, she deliberately concealed her presence, using her own eyes to witness the legendary pharmaceutical company firsthand.

The Kingslayer wanted to see why Lin Lu chose to come here after leaving Reunion. What was different about this place compared to Reunion? What was so special about Rhodes Island that allowed it to retain so many Oripathy infected individuals?

Her first stop on her Rhodes Island adventure was the HR office, where she had just signed her operator contract.

To be honest, the Kingslayer could understand every single word on the Rhodes Island operator contract, but she couldn't understand it when they were put together. She pondered for nearly thirty seconds, then decisively gave up and shoved the contract into Lin Lu's hands. She let Lin Lu decide whether to sign it or not; if he said yes, she would sign it immediately.

At the time, Lawyer Lin even laughed at her, asking if she would sign a marriage registration form if he presented it to her.

The regicide immediately said that if the man were Lawyer Lin, wouldn't that be even better? They could sign right now!

The ball hit Lin squarely in the face, nearly stunning him, and for a moment he felt an urge to print out a marriage registration form.

The Kingslayer's Rhodes Island tour begins, where she sees Zilan, also infected with Oripathy, tackling mountains of paper documents in her office while caring for another infected girl, Puffka. Despite Zilan's constant complaints about the endless work, her body betrays her by diligently annotating document after document.

Not only that, Zilan also comforted young Puffka, taught her to read, and gave her fairy tale books to read.

"Keep going, working class!"

The King Killer, not wanting to disturb Zilan's work, silently left the personnel department and wandered aimlessly around the ship.

She concealed her tracks, observing her new home like a ghost, or like a monarch surveying her new territory.

The Kingslayer saw Tsukimi, who always appeared frivolous, fighting desperately in the training room. The fierce female instructor, Dobermann, showed no mercy, wielding her whip to break through Tsukimi's defenses from various tricky angles. The specially made rattan whip struck Tsukimi's expensive, impractical suit, leaving red marks. Instructor Dobermann reprimanded Tsukimi, saying that if she wanted to protect those important to her, she needed to become stronger, more precise, and faster. Besides combat skills, the fundamentals were paramount; you couldn't just scare the enemy away with a fancy move!

The kingslayer was so engrossed in listening that he unconsciously relaxed his concealed aura, almost alerting Dobermann, who quickly made his escape.

As she pondered Dobermann's words, she unconsciously walked to the familiar medical ward, where she happened to find the operatives having a meeting.

The Kingslayer has a natural fear of meeting rooms. Having once been a cadre of the Reunion Movement, she struggles to stay awake whenever Talulah calls a meeting. She has absolutely no desire to focus her energy on logistical support, military reserves, or human resources. For her, it's more about simply following Talulah's instructions, going wherever she is told to attack, cutting off the target's head—completing the mission is that simple.

"Ok?"

The kingslayer, who was originally trying to escape, inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure. Her footsteps gradually became lighter, and she stopped.

Kal'tsit, that fierce old woman, stood on the podium, her expression utterly cold, as if the whole world owed her money. She always looked unhappy and was anything but likable. But undeniably, Kal'tsit's voice possessed a magical power, captivating listeners to every word she spoke.

The regicide listened quietly; for the first time, she had been able to remain patient and listen attentively.

Kal'tsit glanced at the Kingslayer; she was discussing Lin Lu's heroic act of shattering the Cataclysmic Clouds in the central city of Chernobog, an event that had a certain impact on Terra's ecosystem. For five whole days, the skies above Chernobog were crystal clear, with the Originium particle index reaching an unprecedented low, as if returning to the era a thousand years ago before Originium was discovered.

Moreover, even the fragments of the fallen Originium that were shattered into fine pieces, according to the medical operators present who collected them and sent them back to Rhodes Island for analysis, had a radiation index of almost zero! They were far purer than ordinary Originium, and the energy they contained was equivalent to compressed and processed Originium, making them equivalent to ultra-high-quality Originium.

This not only means opening up a new path for the Originium industry, but more importantly... if we can reconstruct and analyze the Originium Arts technique unit used by Lin Lu at that time, we might be able to create equipment to reduce Originium radiation. If this equipment could be popularized throughout Terra, perhaps in a few decades, the infection rate of Oripathy would be greatly reduced, and even developing a drug to treat Oripathy would no longer be just wishful thinking.

This is a feat that no current Terra system can achieve.

Kal'tsit turned on the projector and gave the operators a detailed analysis of Lin Lu's single-handedly fighting against the natural disaster, including the energy principles involved. She displayed the simulated data on the big screen, welcoming everyone present to further discuss and analyze it together.

The King Killer didn't quite understand what was going on.

She summed it all up in one sentence: In short, Kal'tsit's meetings only had one topic.

"Lin Lu is incredibly fierce!"

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like Kal'tsit is smiling.

Hmm, it's probably just my imagination, it's definitely just my imagination!

Kal'tsit's laughter is less like an iron tree blooming and more like Talulah crying.

As the medical department's meeting gradually shifted towards academic topics, the Kingslayer grew increasingly bored and left with a heart full of pride. Of course she was proud; she didn't care what others thought of her, but she was very concerned about what others thought of Lin Lu. This was probably the little trouble that came with having such an outstanding boyfriend? Seriously, what can I do when my Lin Lu is so amazing!

The Rhodes Island tour continues. The Kingslayer saw Airburst bustling back and forth in the trading post, Horned Peak busy in the Rhodes Island canteen, and First Snow resting on the cat tree in the central rest area.

She saw Herag in the coffee shop, having his beard tugged by a cute girl. Herag smiled wryly, his eyes full of affection.

She saw Croissant at her stall in the corridor, and Provence chasing after the Cleaner. It seemed that on her way back to Rhodes, Provence had bought some lovely clothes in Victoria and wanted the Cleaner to try them on. The Cleaner immediately ran away; she wasn't used to such light, airy clothes. She felt somewhat inferior, believing that someone like her, with hands stained with filth, shouldn't stand in the sunlight. Provence, however, was completely oblivious, focused solely on making the Cleaner look beautiful.

In a sense, the Kingslayer began to enjoy this feeling, immersing herself in this comfortable atmosphere. Although she didn't know these people, she could sense the truly unadorned daily life of Rhodes Island, observing everyone's lives.

The Kingslayer hopped and skipped across the deck, the last stop on her tour.

She looked up and saw Angelina soaring freely atop her Originium staff. The girl weaved through the night, deep blue ghostly flames illuminating the sky, and she could vaguely sense the Originium Arts emanating from her. She hadn't expected such a young girl to be so adept at manipulating Originium Arts, rivaling even some royal sorcerers from certain countries, capable of performing a series of highly difficult maneuvers in mid-air.

The regicide lowered her head and looked into the distance, where she spotted a purple-haired girl with tears welling in her eyes.

The girl with pigtails, dressed in fluorescent clothes, shimmered on the deck at night, yet she sat pitifully in a corner. She looked quite frail; her long, slender legs, visible beneath her black shorts, accentuated her shapely figure, which was prominently displayed in her white tank top. A necklace with identification tags hung from her chest. Her fair waist was exposed to the air, surprisingly free of excess fat, suggesting she had worked out.

"Why are you crying, little sister?"

The regicide squatted down and asked, his posture quite unrefined.

She spread her legs like a thug, but luckily she was wearing jeans, otherwise it would have been considered indecent.

The lion scorpion raised her head and looked at the stranger in front of her. It took her a long time to realize that she had been discovered.

"Hey hey hey?! Can you see me? I'm here, I'm here!"

"I can see it, I can see it... Enough, stop wagging your tail! Watch out!"

The lion scorpion was so excited that her 140-centimeter-long scorpion tail swayed back and forth, startling the kingslayer's tail into bristling. She could clearly feel the hidden killing power of that tail, especially the sharp stinger at the end, which could easily pierce a person.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

The lion scorpion quickly curled her tail. This wasn't the first time she had frightened someone; her tail was usually tucked away except during battle. Perhaps because of the great blow she had suffered today, she passively entered a defensive stance, hiding in a corner.

Huh? Was I discovered while I was using my abilities?

The Manticore possesses a rare ability to become invisible, a power that significantly hinders her communication. This prevents her clumsy social skills from being further improved or adapted, resulting in an overly gentle, shy, and sometimes even timid personality. She rarely speaks in complete sentences, sometimes leading to misunderstandings of her intended meaning.

"Did someone bully you?"

The Kingslayer squatted down casually in front of the Lion Scorpion, asking somewhat anxiously, "If you've been bullied, just tell me! Don't be afraid, I'm here. I can—tell Lin Lu on you!"

The Kingslayer felt that this Rhodes Island tour was missing something; it just didn't feel right.

It's so cozy here, everyone is like a flower in a greenhouse, and you can't feel the tension that's unique to infected people at all.

During the Reunion Movement, Talulah and Mephisto deliberately created an atmosphere of grief, sorrow, anger, and resentment to ensure everyone could unleash their full fighting potential. Every Oripathy infected person felt like flipping the table on the spot, and trained with extraordinary effort, as if burning with despair as fuel. When everyone was exhausted, their painful past experiences would be recalled, and they would rallied once again.

The regicide always felt that something was wrong, but this simpleton couldn't explain why, and her repeated suggestions to improve the meals were ruthlessly rejected.

Yes, the food at Reunion is like the difference between mud and potatoes compared to Rhodes Island!

Even the nutritional meals at Furong's are better than the meals at the Reunion Movement—well, in terms of taste, they're about the same. But at least the portions are large and filling, so you won't go hungry, and you can see the stars and improve your spiritual vision.

Today's tour of Rhodes Island made the Kingkiller question her past, and she began to doubt the meaning of life. Could it be that the lives of the Infected could be this good? Could it be that the Infected could do what they wanted and live lives like ordinary people?

If the girl in front of her, who looked like she'd been bullied, could tell her about the other side of Rhodes Island, the Kingslayer would feel a little more at ease. A seemingly perfect workplace, harmonious relationships, free meals and accommodation, and comprehensive social security benefits. A company with generous salaries and even a day off a month… it sounded like a scam, making her uneasy.

"Can you keep this a secret for me?"

"I'm going to cry," the lion scorpion said weakly, her voice trembling as if she were about to burst into tears.

"Even if someone forces me to drink ten bottles of vodka, I won't betray you, don't worry!" The Kingslayer patted her chest and assured her, somewhat excited. "The net of heaven is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it. I will expose the dark side of Rhodes Island!"

The lion scorpion hunched its shoulders, its face trembling with tears, and said, "I've never been able to make friends."

"I see, I'll go get it for you right away—WTF?!"

The regicide slowly typed out a question mark.

Chapter 298 Perpetual Motion Machine, Completed (4K)

"Can't make friends?"

The King Killer raised an eyebrow. "Where did you come from, a kindergarten senior?"

Can you eat friends? Are they delicious? You won't die without friends, but if a friend dies, you'll be heartbroken! Sometimes it even makes you think that if you had never met them in the first place, you wouldn't feel so sad and in so much pain.

The Kingslayer clenched her fists tightly. What she wanted to hear was the dirty secrets of Rhodes Island, not such childish things!

“Big sister, you’re like me, without friends… right?” the Lion Scorpion whispered. Seeing the Kingslayer’s stiff expression, she suddenly realized her mistake and quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I didn’t…”

"Don't worry, I'm not angry."

Seeing the lion scorpion's fearful and trembling appearance, the kingslayer was too embarrassed to say anything and waved his hand helplessly.

"You've probably misunderstood. I have tons of friends. They're known in the underworld as the 'World-Slaying Cup.' Uh, that basically means drinking and toasting. In a godforsaken place like Ursus, you can make friends as long as you have vodka."

The Kingslayer became increasingly unsure of herself as she spoke. She didn't really understand either, but based on the Ursus people's impressions, she was probably not wrong.

"Really? You can make friends just by having vodka?!" The Lion Scorpion's eyes gradually brightened. She looked at the Kingslayer with admiration, as if she had found a mentor. She clenched her fist happily, overjoyed at the prospect of finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and exclaimed excitedly, "I... I'm going to ask Dr. Kal'tsit for permission to go to Ursus—no, I mean to go to Vodka!"

"...If you're going, you can call me."

The regicide's lips twitched. This was the first time she had ever seen such an innocent girl, so pure that she couldn't bear to deceive her.

"So, your friend... is he a true friend?"

The lion scorpion asked curiously, without any ill intent, purely out of curiosity.

Because Manticore often disappears without a trace, communicating with people is very difficult for her, so she has very few friends. Kal'tsit once conducted an experiment on her, placing her and two operators in a room of less than 30 square meters. An hour passed, and neither operator had found Manticore. Unless they conducted a thorough search, digging every inch of the room, they would be left with nothing, which defeats the purpose of the experiment.

The Kingslayer paused for a moment, then squatted down on the other side of the corner, leaning against the Lion Scorpion, her thoughts drifting into the distance.

Elmoni.

This was a true friend in her life, and a rare Sarkaz doctor.

Elmoni was kind and gentle, with strikingly beautiful silver horns and a gentle nature unlike that of a Sarkaz. Her body was wrapped in bandages, a testament to the burns she had suffered. The ugly scars could never be erased, but her beautiful heart remained untarnished. She felt no shame about her burns; she was like a ray of sunshine, upright and cheerful, pulling the once-mad Kingslayer back to the right path.

The Kingslayer and Elmon met in the distant northern region of Ursus.

The Kingslayer, then an assassin, fled in disarray to a ravaged ruin after a failed mission to assassinate an Ursus officer. It was snowing heavily that day, a rare blizzard in Ursus. Whether it was luck or misfortune, the snow buried the Kingslayer's bloodstains, disorienting the soldiers pursuing her, and also taking away her remaining warmth.

She finally found the only shelter from the wind and snow in the ruins, huddled in a corner, like a wounded wolf licking its wounds, desperately trying to stay awake. To fall asleep in such a place would be tantamount to suicide.