A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

After hearing Wang Chong's explanation, Kal'tsit, as an AMAT-10, instantly understood what had happened to Mon3tr. However, rational understanding could not erase the emotional shock. Mon3tr, who had been with her for so many years, had now become... Wang Chong's daughter?! This realization was hard for her to accept.

"Kal'tsit, now that things have come to this, are you still going to persist in your stubbornness?" Seeing Kal'tsit fall silent, Wang Chong lost his patience. An invisible black mist instantly wrapped around Kal'tsit's waist, gently but irresistibly pulling her into his arms.

"Ugh! Don't touch there!" Her skin was touched by those familiar hands again, and fragments of memories of previous blissful oblivion surged back like a tidal wave, causing Kal'tsit to shudder and let out a low cry of shame and indignation. She couldn't face the version of herself who had lost control and begged beneath him.

Wang Chong ignored her resistance, as if she were an object to be handled. He pulled her into his arms, one hand expertly grasping her ample breasts and gently kneading them, while whispering in her ear with a cold, scrutinizing tone: "Look at yourself now, Kal'tsit. Your will has been broken, your body tamed... What right do you have to put on that tough act in front of me?"

“Look at your successors—Amiya chose to follow, and mon3tr now willingly calls me father. There may be coincidences involved, or my schemes involved… but ask yourself honestly, whether it's your Rhodes Island or your so-called ideals, following me is ultimately a loss or an opportunity for you?”

“Even Prismus has fallen to me. Looking across Terra, only I am capable of leading you out of this final predicament. Protecting Rhodes Island and giving you a peaceful end is a piece of cake for me.”

Wang Chong tightened his grip slightly, and Kal'tsit couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan. He looked down into her slightly dazed blue eyes and posed his final question: "Tell me, Kal'tsit. What are you still holding onto? What... is worth your continued futile resistance?"

"I...I..." Kal'tsit opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found all her words so pale and powerless. Wang Chong's displayed power was unfathomable, and their shared goal—to ensure the continuation of civilization and break free from its shackles—was indeed aligned. According to her usually extremely rational thinking, the wisest choice at this moment was to submit, saving her countless troubles and pain. Moreover, she clearly felt that her body had been imprinted with an indelible conditioned reflex by him. Even just the touch of skin at this moment, that familiar, thrilling pleasure...

But... deep down, where does that inexplicable, almost obsessive persistence come from? There should be nothing left...

Noticing that Kal'tsit in his arms seemed to have given up struggling and her body was gradually going limp, Wang Chong stopped his soothing movements. With a slight thought, he manipulated the surrounding dust and energy particles with his Originium Arts, quickly reconstructing Kal'tsit's original signature dark green uniform, including her thick coat, onto her body. At the same time, a similar streak of light flashed, and a well-fitting, easy-to-move black combat suit instantly covered mon3tr's body, which had been shrouded in black mist.

mon3tr, who had been tilting her head, curiously observing the strange atmosphere between "Mom and Dad," was immediately drawn to the new clothes. Excitedly waving her sleeves, she bounced and twirled around like a fledgling bird, even tugging curiously at the hem of her clothes.

"Prismus, keep an eye on mon3tr," Wang Chong simply instructed, his gaze returning to Kal'tsit. He gently pushed her aside to steady her, and the two faced each other again.

“As for you, Kal’tsit,” Wang Chong’s voice carried a hint of knowing understanding, “the reason you are so stubborn is simply because of that ‘loyalty’—loyalty to your feelings.”

"Loyalty...emotion?" Kal'tsit looked up, her blue eyes filled with confusion.

“That’s right.” Wang Chong nodded. “One loyalty was given to your creator, the Doctor. That’s why you were able to persevere alone for tens of thousands of years in order to guide civilization. The other loyalty was given to your confidante, Theresa. It was because of her that you were so determined to achieve the transformation of civilization in the most ideal way. But you have always been unwilling to admit that Theresa’s ideal blueprint for the world itself… has a fatal flaw.”

Wang Chong's tone was resolute: "You stubbornly attribute the failure to that assassination, believing that an accident destroyed your ideals. Even, Kal'tsit, you have long sensed the problem deep down. But whether out of protection for your best friend or out of insistence on that path itself, you are unwilling and dare not truly face and admit its mistakes."

“Ha…” Kal’tsit let out a desolate, cold laugh. “You’ve defiled my body, taken away my successor, and that’s not enough… Now, are you going to crush even the last bit of hope that sustains me?”

“If this thought is just a dream destined to be shattered, then Kal’tsit…” Wang Chong’s voice suddenly became serious and powerful, “It’s time for you to wake up from your dream.”

Before he finished speaking, a black crown, exuding a deep and dark aura and with an ancient and majestic design, appeared on Wang Chong's head without warning.

"The Black Crown?!" Kal'tsit's pupils contracted sharply, and she exclaimed in shock, her voice trembling with extreme astonishment and worry, "How did it end up with you?! What have you done to Amiya?!"

"Calm down, Kal'tsit." Wang Chong's voice carried a soothing magic. "All your questions, your unfinished dream, should be answered by someone else... After watching for so long, it's time for you to show yourself."

His gaze fell into the void, and his voice was like a summons: "Theresia."

As Wang Chong spoke, a dark vortex silently began to spin beside his right hand. Then, a slender and familiar figure slowly emerged from the deep vortex.

The moment Kal'tsit saw the figure's face clearly, she was struck dumb, her body stiffening abruptly. Her emerald eyes locked onto the other person, unable to look away even an inch. Although she had vaguely heard about Theresa's resurrection from Amiya and Wang Chong, actually witnessing her best friend reborn and standing before her was overwhelming. The complex emotions—a mixture of shock, ecstasy, sorrow, and disbelief—instantly shattered all her restraint and composure.

Chapter 415: Reunion with Friends

“Theresia…you…you and him…” Kal'tsit’s voice was dry and trembling, with a last-ditch effort to confirm, “Could it be that even you…chose him?”

“Kal'tsit…” Theresa met her pained gaze, her eyes filled with apology and determination, without the slightest hesitation, “Yes, I’m sorry. I am already Mr. Wang Chong’s woman… I have completely staked my fate on his future.”

Before Kal'tsit could ask any further questions, Theresa spoke first, her voice clear and calm, and began to tell Kal'tsit everything: how she was resurrected, the duel in the Black Crown's inner space that decided Amiya's fate, her own struggles and choices, and ultimately, why she and Amiya both chose to entrust their future to Wang Chong.

Kal'tsit listened quietly, each word like a hammer blow striking her already shattered defenses. When Theresa finished speaking, Kal'tsit seemed as if all her strength had been drained away; her legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees, shaking her head blankly, muttering to herself:

"So that's how it is... In the end, I was the fool who was blinded by my obsession? Then what was the point of my ten thousand years of perseverance... everything I sacrificed for it...? It's all... gone..."

Theresa sighed softly, stepped forward, knelt down beside Kal'tsit, and gently but firmly held her trembling shoulders: "Kal'tsit, this world has never been reasonable... Just like us Sarkaz, no matter how hard we try, we have always been rejected by the hundred races of this land, forever burdened with the fate of wandering."

Her voice carried a calm born of experience: "But at least, we're still alive. As long as we're alive, there's still a road ahead, and a future to look forward to..."

“Now that things have come to this, it may sound shameless and powerless to say this…” Theresa looked directly into Kal'tsit’s empty eyes, her tone pleading, “but this may be our closest chance to achieve our shared wish. Kal'tsit, we have both failed. We have long since lost the right to choose our own path.”

She paused, her voice softening yet becoming more resolute: "But believe me, living and witnessing the day your wish comes true is far happier than dying with regret and resentment... What do you think?"

Theresa's words echoed in the silence. Kal'tsit fell into a long silence, her eyes shifting with complex emotions, as if engaged in a silent and fierce struggle.

Just then, mon3tr, dressed in new clothes and looking full of energy, skipped back. Seeing Kal'tsit sitting on the ground again, she immediately remembered what Wang Chong had said earlier, and quickly ran to Kal'tsit, stretching out her two little hands.

“…mon3tr?” Kal'tsit felt a pair of warm, soft little hands trying to pull her arm up, which startled her from her chaotic thoughts.

"Mommy, get up!" mon3tr's voice was clear and melodious, filled with the innocence unique to children. "Sitting on the ground will only make you feel worse! To cheer up, you have to be like mon3tr, jumping and hopping around!" As she spoke, she tried her best to pull Kal'tsit up, her little face full of sincere concern and encouragement. Those hands, which possessed the power to easily cut through buildings, were now exceptionally gentle, as if afraid of hurting Kal'tsit.

Looking into mon3tr's pure, vibrant green eyes, and at the genuine, radiant smile on her face—a smile Kal'tsit had never possessed before—Kal'tsit was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Perhaps it was those heavy memories, endless sorrow and responsibility accumulated over millennia that prevented her from letting go of the past and accepting change.

But now, she truly has nothing left. Since everything is lost, rather than clinging to that illusory past, perhaps...

“I understand…” Kal'tsit took a deep breath, her voice carrying a weariness and relief that came after the dust had settled. Using the power of Mon3tr, she slowly stood up. Then, she exchanged a glance with Theresa, and the two walked side-by-side, carrying Mon3tr, toward Wang Chong.

This time, Kal'tsit lowered her head willingly, not out of pressure, but with a resolute submission, and said clearly, word by word:

"From now on, I will fully cooperate with all your requests... I only hope that you can keep your promise, treat Rhodes Island well, treat Amiya well... treat them well."

Seeing Kal'tsit finally lower her proud head, a faint but genuine smile of satisfaction appeared on Wang Chong's originally indifferent face.

“Amiya and Theresa have both reached an agreement with me on this point. However,” Wang Chong’s tone turned cold, carrying an undeniable warning, “let me make this clear from the start: as long as they are willing to follow me sincerely, I will naturally not treat them unfairly. But if anyone dares to do what you did before…”

His gaze was sharp as a knife, lingering on Kal'tsit's face for a moment, the threat in it unmistakable: "You know best what I'm capable of:"

“I will persuade them,” Kal'tsit raised her head, her gaze resolute, “especially with Amiya and I going together… The only possible variable is Ascalon. Her loyalty to the Doctor and Theresa is extremely deep.”

His gaze was sharp as a knife, lingering on Kal'tsit's face for a moment, the threat in it unmistakable: "You know best what I'm capable of:"

“I will persuade them,” Kal'tsit raised her head, her gaze resolute, “especially with Amiya and I going together… The only possible variable is Ascalon. Her loyalty to the Doctor and Theresa is extremely deep.”

“With my involvement, persuading her will be much easier,” Theresa added at the opportune moment.

“Alright.” Wang Chong nodded decisively. “I won’t interfere with how you persuade Rhodes Island… I just want a result. The conflict on this ice plain has gone on for too long. My enemy should be the Ursus army group, not internal suspicion and obstruction.”

He raised his hand and glanced at the "time" on his wrist, which didn't exist but seemed to have a real meaning, and continued, "Kal'tsit, Amiya and the others should be returning to the outer city from the inner city soon... Now, it's time for you to have a proper meeting with the Doctor."

“Go and meet up with Amiya and the others first. I will personally bring the Doctor over later. As for Theresa,” Wang Chong looked at Theresa, “it’s not time for her to reveal her identity yet. Only those you and Amiya truly trust will know the truth.”

His gaze finally settled on the mon3tr, which was tilting its head and looking up at him curiously, and his tone carried a rare hint of trouble: "As for mon3tr..."

“I’ll leave her to you…” Kal’tsit sighed, gently stroking the pair of peculiar crystalline horns on mon3tr’s head. “Now that she has chosen a new life, I have no reason to restrain her like a weapon.” Her tone carried a hint of relief and a subtle tenderness.

“There’s no need for that,” Wang Chong shook his head. “I have already granted her enough power. She can stay by my side if she wants, or go to you if she wants…”

His gaze swept over Kal'tsit and Theresa, his tone resolute: "Anyway, Rhodes Island will be working alongside Reunion for a long time, and will eventually be integrated into it. She can go wherever she wants."

“…Thank you.” Kal'tsit lowered her head again, her voice low but clear.

“Alright, Kal'tsit, now that you’ve figured it out, prepare well for your reunion with the Doctor,” Wang Chong reminded her, then turned to Theresa, “Oh, by the way, Theresa, remember to explain the Doctor’s amnesia to Kal'tsit in detail first, since it was all your doing. After you’ve explained everything, come back to me.”

He then pointed to an inconspicuous corner: "Also, Kal'tsit, your bodyguard Red is behind that corner. She's fine; I just put her to sleep for now."

After arranging everything, Wang Chong bent down and picked up the still unconscious female doctor, gesturing for Priscilla to follow, leaving behind his last words: "Well then, see you later..."

Before he finished speaking, he and Precyth's figures vanished without a trace, as if they had merged into the shadows.

"Daddy...so fast...gone?" mon3tr blinked her clear, big eyes, skipped over to where Wang Chong had just stood, and curiously reached out to touch the air. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the question.)

Only after Wang Chong's figure completely disappeared did Kal'tsit seem as if a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She slowly raised her head and exhaled a long, silent breath. She looked at Theresa beside her with a complex expression, her voice tinged with confusion: "Theresa... was my choice really the right one?"

“I don’t know…” Theresa shook her head gently, a bitter smile appearing on her lips, “but judging from the results, he did defeat Precys and has been protecting everyone under his command.”

She paused, a look of awe in her eyes: "Moreover, his strength... is unfathomable. Only after receiving feedback from his power did I truly realize just how powerful this man to whom I had staked my fate truly is."

"To be liked by a man like that... is it lucky or unlucky?" Kal'tsit asked with a wry smile.

“Like?” Theresa tilted her head slightly, as if carefully choosing her words. “If he only coveted our bodies, he could have used countless simpler and more brutal methods… but he seems more determined to conquer our will and soul.”

She recalled, her tone tinged with confusion and感慨: "But once this process was complete, his attitude would subtly change... Although he still maintained a playful and teasing tone, he would begin to genuinely consider our feelings..."

"Perhaps this is his distorted way of expressing 'like.' Unfortunately, I haven't known him long enough to fully understand him."

“Never mind…” Kal’tsit sighed wearily, her gaze softening slightly as she looked at Mon3tr, who was hopping around Theresa. “It’s come to this, let’s just take it one step at a time… and it’s also for Mon3tr’s sake.” She understood that when Mon3tr appeared in this form and in this identity, she probably had no other choice.

"Let's talk about the Doctor first," Kal'tsit said, composing herself. "There are many things I need to understand... especially what exactly happened to you back then..."

Kal'tsit carried Red on her back, took Mon3tr's little hand, and walked towards the Reunion camp with Theresa while chatting about what happened back then.

Chapter 416: Amiya's Self-Reproach

As dawn broke, the chill and smell of gunpowder from the night in Chernobog dispelled the cold. Amiya and her group, having finally found Wang Chong's camp after making inquiries, were about to set off to search when they encountered Kal'tsit, mon3tr, and Red, who was still unconscious and being carried by Kal'tsit, at the camp entrance.

"Dr. Kal'tsit!" Amiya hurried forward, her voice filled with concern and a hint of barely perceptible guilt. "What are you doing here? Is Red alright?" The elite operators behind her—Ace, Scout, and others—also gathered around, their gazes lingering on Kal'tsit and the unfamiliar girl who bore a striking resemblance to Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit stopped, her gaze falling intently on Amiya. Her expression was complex and unfathomable, tinged with a hint of scrutiny and a barely perceptible helplessness. She never imagined that her precious little rabbit, whom she had raised with her own hands, could have concealed such a crucial matter so perfectly, and now maintain an air of complete ignorance in front of everyone, asking her with concern…

When did my little darling become so... cunning?

Amiya felt a little uneasy under Kal'tsit's gaze. She could clearly sense the complex emotions churning within Kal'tsit's heart, and that sense of guilt made her call out softly again, "Doctor Kal'tsit...?"

“It’s nothing,” Kal’tsit said, her gaze softening and gesturing to the red figure on her back. “Red was overworked and needs rest. After I finished dealing with things over there, I came here to see the leader of Reunion and inquire about Rhodes Island’s arrangements here.” Her voice returned to its usual calm and collected tone.

“Indeed,” Ace nodded in agreement, glancing around at his exhausted and injured comrades. “We’ve been working all night, and it’s barely dawn. The operators desperately need rest, and the wounded need proper care.”

“That’s the situation on my end,” Kal’tsit said, smoothly turning the conversation to the others. “And you? How’s the Doctor’s situation?” She paused, her gaze sweeping over the somewhat dejected expressions on their faces, and said knowingly, “Judging from your presence here, you must have come seeking Her Majesty’s help after failing to find the Doctor, right?”

Upon being exposed, Ace and the others showed some embarrassment and nodded awkwardly in acknowledgment.

“Very well,” Kal'tsit said calmly, having already made up her mind. “Since you’ve decided to search for her, let’s go see the Führer together. Let’s see if he knows the Doctor’s whereabouts.” She knew that the truth Theresa had told her—about the Doctor killing Theresa because of a suggestion from a previous civilization, and how Theresa had personally erased her memories to eliminate the influence of that suggestion—meaned that the Doctor, apart from basic common sense and thought patterns, had a complete blank regarding Rhodes Island. Whoever found her first would gain the upper hand. And Wang Chong, who had gotten there first, had Precys by his side, someone who knew everything about the Doctor… The possibility of the Doctor returning to Rhodes Island was extremely slim. Coupled with Amiya’s inclinations and Wang Chong’s methods, Rhodes Island’s integration into the Reunion Movement was a foregone conclusion. Kal'tsit sighed inwardly; even she had yielded, the situation was settled.

……

The outcome of the meeting inside the tent was exactly what Kal'tsit had expected.

Wang Chong seemed to have been prepared, already waiting in the tent. After everyone explained their purpose, he frankly stated that in order to stop the movement of Chernobog, they found Dr. Sergei, accidentally breaking the seal on the sarcophagus and discovering the sleeping doctor. Subsequently, during the internal strife in Chernobog, the doctor demonstrated exceptional leadership skills, and was therefore recruited into the Reunion Movement. Having finished speaking, he gestured to the back of the tent, and the female doctor responded and came out. [The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.]

Upon seeing that familiar figure, the Rhodes Island crew erupted in overwhelming joy. "Doctor!" and "It's so good you're alright!" cries filled the air. However, this joy was quickly extinguished—the Doctor's gaze was filled with unfamiliar confusion.

"Excuse me... who are you?" The female doctor frowned slightly and asked apologetically. When they learned that she had amnesia and expressed her preference to stay in Chernobog to help the people here rather than leave with Rhodes Island immediately, the excitement on the faces of the elite operators was quickly replaced by disappointment, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

"Doctor!" Amiya couldn't help but step forward, her eyes filled with worry.

At this critical moment, Wang Chong, Kal'tsit, and Amiya tacitly began to smooth things over. Wang Chong spoke first, his tone calm: "Gentlemen, the Doctor's memories have not yet been restored. Forcing her to leave her familiar environment and return to a completely unfamiliar 'Rhodes Island' is probably not the best course of action."

Kal'tsit quickly added, her voice calm and persuasive: "Indeed. Given the current situation, Rhodes Island and Reunion share highly aligned interests in combating Ursus, making cooperation imperative. Rather than hastily sending the Doctor away, it's better to temporarily place her within Reunion. Rhodes Island's main forces will inevitably need to maintain a significant presence here for future operations, and this force can be directly managed and commanded by the Doctor." She looked at the elite operators, "This will not only allow the Doctor to gradually absorb Rhodes Island's ideals and work in a familiar environment (Chestron), aiding in her memory recovery, but more importantly, the Doctor's choice to help the people of Chernobog—doesn't this very intention align perfectly with Rhodes Island's mission to aid the Infected?"

Amiya nodded vigorously, her voice firm: "Yes! Staying by the Doctor's side to help her, protect her, and assist her in commanding this squad is my responsibility as one of the leaders of Rhodes Island, and it is also my wish."

This reasonable and insightful explanation finally dispelled the gloom on the faces of the elite operators. Ace and the others exchanged glances and finally nodded in agreement. This was indeed the most realistic and beneficial solution for all parties involved. Rhodes Island, the ark, was now firmly bound to the Reunion Movement's warship. In a sense, it was a win-win situation.

Subsequently, regarding the specific resettlement arrangements for Rhodes Island personnel, Wang Chong displayed remarkable generosity, entrusting the task directly to the female doctor, who led the Rhodes Island team to find a suitable base. This action undoubtedly further won the favor of the unsuspecting elite Rhodes Island operators. Kal'tsit knew this was Wang Chong's deliberate attempt to win them over, but could only acquiesce.

Led by the female doctor, the Rhodes Island group finally found a relatively intact building in Chernobog to serve as their temporary residence. Kal'tsit, mon3tr, Amiya, and Red, who was settled to rest, were assigned to adjacent rooms.

After confirming that there were no other operators around, Amiya's tense nerves finally relaxed. She walked up to Kal'tsit, head bowed, like a child who had done something wrong, and began to confess everything that had happened between her and Wang Chong, as well as the reasons for her choice.

Kal'tsit listened quietly, her face showing little surprise. After listening, she simply sighed deeply, reached out, and gently ruffled Amiya's hair. "Silly child, I'm the person you should trust most. No matter what you say, no matter how unbelievable it may seem, I will choose to believe you." Her voice carried a hint of heartache. "That man... is too adept at exploiting people's weaknesses. You were blinded by concern and deeply involved, which is why he led you this way step by step. But saying all this now is useless." She cupped Amiya's face, her gaze calm and resolute. "Since you've made your choice, then walk firmly to the end and bear all the consequences. We'll face the future of Rhodes Island together."

"I'm sorry... Dr. Kal'tsit..." Amiya could no longer hold back and threw herself into Kal'tsit's arms, her voice choked with sobs. Kal'tsit gently patted her back, offering silent comfort.

"I want a hug too!" Mon3tr was drawn over by the heartwarming (in her eyes) interaction between the two, ran over happily, opened her arms, and smiled innocently, wanting to join in.

Amiya then lifted her head from Kal'tsit's embrace, looked at mon3tr, and asked curiously, "Dr. Kal'tsit, actually I've been wanting to ask this ever since we met... who is this... child who looks somewhat like you?"

“She is mon3tr,” Kal'tsit said calmly, but with a hint of indescribable complexity, “because of some… special unforeseen circumstances, her life form underwent a fundamental transformation, becoming what she is now.”

"Huh?! Mon3tr?!" Amiya's eyes widened in shock, unable to reconcile the charming and lively girl before her with the ferocious and terrifying beast from her memories. "How could... she have become like this?"

“It’s all because…” Kal’tsit sighed again, her tone filled with a sense of fatalism, “…just a tragic fate…” She briefly explained to Amiya the process by which the mon3tr core was contaminated with specific genetic material, leading to a complete reshaping of its life form, and the undeniable connection that formed between her and Wang Chong as a result. Of course, she omitted the more private and shocking details, emphasizing only the outcome.

Chapter 417: The Doctor Who Just Wants to Slack Off

Amiya blushed deeply. Even though Kal'tsit tried to be subtle, the words "accident," "genetic material," and "birth of new life" still involuntarily brought up some embarrassing associations in her mind, and her rabbit ears on her head stood up slightly in tension.

“That’s how it happened, Amiya,” Kal’tsit concluded. “Mon3tr’s new identity needs to be kept secret for now. To the outside world, say that I found a pitiful child in the ruins of Chernobog who looks like me and we depended on each other for survival. To the core, absolutely trustworthy members, such as Blaze and Rosemary, you can say that Mon3tr was affected by a special Originium Arts during a mission, causing an irreversible mutation in his life form, which eventually stabilized into his current human form. Understand?”

"I...I understand, Dr. Kal'tsit." Amiya tried to calm the heat on her face and nodded earnestly in response.

……

The morning sun streamed through the gaps in the tents, dispelling the chill of the night. The female PhD student, who had been busy all night, returned to Wang Chong's main tent to report. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

"How are things going with the people of Rhodes Island, Doctor?" Wang Chong asked with a smile as the Doctor walked in.

"They were very enthusiastic. Everyone seemed to know me and was telling stories of their past..." The female PhD student rubbed her temples and gave a bitter smile. "Unfortunately, for me, it was like listening to other people's stories—a complete blank. Especially that girl named Amiya," her tone was tinged with confusion and tenderness, "I could feel that kind of deep concern in her eyes... that transcends superior-subordinate relationships, a bit like... the bond between a mother and daughter?"

“Amiya mentioned this to me privately,” Wang Chong nodded and explained calmly, “She said that when she was a child, she was critically ill in Rembiton and was rescued and raised by someone. She has always remembered that person deeply. I think that person she was talking about is you.”

“So that’s how it is…” The female PhD student suddenly realized, then shook her head helplessly. “No wonder she always seemed to want to say something but then stopped. Unfortunately, I can’t remember anything, so I can only disappoint her.”

"So, what are your plans next?" Wang Chong changed the subject, his tone inquiring. "Are you planning to follow the people from Rhodes Island to see if you can recover your memories? Or do you have other ideas?"

“Ha,” the female doctor shrugged, appearing quite nonchalant, “There are plenty of people who know me but whom I don’t. I still have a lot of ‘past’ between Prestis and me waiting to be unearthed, let alone Rhodes Island? Memories are something you can’t force; let nature take its course.” She paused, a sly glint in her eyes, and looked at Wang Chong, “Besides, boss, I can tell you’re quite ‘coveting’ these elite Rhodes Island operators, aren’t you? Since they’re going to be ‘recruited’ by you sooner or later, why should I bother going around in circles? Staying here can be helpful, can’t it?”

“Hehe,” Wang Chong chuckled, appreciating her keen insight. “Although you’ve lost your memory, your perception and thinking are still sharp.” He leaned forward slightly, looking directly at the Doctor. “Since you’ve seen through my thoughts, then… how about you take on this ‘recruiting’ task?”

"Huh? Me?" The female PhD student pointed at herself, looking somewhat surprised. It wasn't that she was worried about not being able to do it, but rather that she felt that ever since she had demonstrated her leadership skills, the tasks assigned by this boss had been increasing... What happened to being able to leisurely do scientific research and slack off? "Boss, this..." She was somewhat at a loss for words.

“Don’t worry,” Wang Chong’s smile remained unchanged, his tone confident. “This is a natural progression for you. There will definitely be many people within Rhodes Island who want to bring you back. Since they’ve taken the initiative to approach us…” A glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes, “Why don’t you do the opposite? Use their attention and closeness to you to pull them even closer to our side. The two de facto leaders of Rhodes Island—Amiya, she has an almost instinctive closeness and trust in you, and will naturally support you unconditionally; as for Kal’tsit…” Wang Chong’s lips curled into a meaningful smile, “Leave that to me. All you need to do is use your affability, your ‘innocence’ advantage in your amnesiac state, and the abilities you’ve demonstrated to manage your relationships with other elite operators, especially those with real power, and win their trust and favor. This shouldn’t be too difficult for you, the former ‘evil spirit’ commander, right?”

Amiya blushed deeply. Even though Kal'tsit tried to be subtle, the words "accident," "genetic material," and "birth of new life" still involuntarily brought up some embarrassing associations in her mind, and her rabbit ears on her head stood up slightly in tension.