Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

Ark: After I Died, the Operators Began to Love Me (Author: Taiyue)

Summary:

The doctor is dead.

It was only then that the operators belatedly realized how overwhelming and deep their love had been.

Don't let love come too late, and don't regret not saying "I love you" to your loved one.

Caring for PhDs living alone, but do we remember love?

1. The doctor died.

The doctor is dead.

After everything was over and the dust had settled, one day after Rhodes Island had held its victory celebration, devastating news arrived.

The operators who heard the news were stunned and couldn't believe what had happened, but the facts were undeniable.

The person they once loved, the person who devoted himself to solving Originium disease, working tirelessly day and night, now lies quietly in a coffin surrounded by flowers, his eyes closed, his face rosy, as if he were asleep.

He is indeed dead.

To die by one's own hand.

The powerful, tall Kazimierz warrior, the Radiant Knight, Margaret Nearl, was clad in magnificent silver armor—the same armor she wore during her three-peat. Sadly, the person who stood shoulder to shoulder with her back then was no longer there.

Kuranta's resolute face showed a sorrowful expression; few people had ever seen her so grief-stricken.

"If, I mean if, I had reached out in time and kept him by my side, maybe this wouldn't have happened."

"Now that Oripathy is cured, the invention of the Oripathy Generator has curbed this incurable disease, and the infected can have a future again, but can only remember the heroes who saved them in their memories."

Pushing the wheelchair, the Sarkaz Shining calmly gazed at the man's portrait, his eyes lifeless and devoid of light. He gently patted Nightingale's frail shoulder, for she too needed care and comfort.

The apostles stood together and prayed for their loved ones, both past and future.

……

"The thread of fate has broken, and his destiny can no longer be foreseen."

Ragna gripped the shattered crystal ball shards tightly, letting the sharp edges of the fragments cut her fingers, drawing blood.

She slowly raised her head, her lip bleeding from being bitten, blood staining the corner of her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks.

This situation will only occur under one specific circumstance.

The object of the divination no longer exists.

"Oh, snowfield, what should I do..."

If this is a cruel joke of fate, is there any other choice but to accept and endure it?

For the first time, Ragna wanted to retreat back to the ice plains, unwilling to accept anything.

……

Enya sniffed hard, her voice muffled, and asked in a low voice, "Where is he?"

Beside the Snow Saintess was her personal maid, Yela, who naturally knew who Enya was referring to.

"I heard a week ago that they left the Snowfield and their whereabouts are unknown; they are not on Rhodes Island either."

Enya's tone grew colder: "Never mind him, I want to see him one more time. You come with me, and then we'll go back to the Holy Mountain. I want to pray to Jeragund that the Doctor's soul may find peace."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Despite the magnitude of the event, Yela complied with all of Enya's requests.

……

Amiya walked step by step into the familiar office. Every day in the past, the Doctor and she had worked hard here for the future, but now, she was all alone.

My fingers brushed across the corner of the desk, where their hidden snacks were still there, with a Syracuse language crash course on top of them.

"You said you would teach me after you learned Syracuse, you liar."

Tears streamed silently down her cheeks. The girl covered her face and slowly squatted down in front of the desk.

……

At this moment, a blond-haired Aslan sat before the Doctor's coffin, holding the Breath of Kings in his hands, muttering to himself.

"You asked me what kind of relationship we have, and I said we are comrades-in-arms. Then you asked, are we just comrades-in-arms? Of course, I can answer you today: we are comrades-in-arms to whom we can entrust our lives."

"Later I asked you what you wanted after I became king, and you said you wanted to be a prince, but I still didn't answer."

A tear slid down his sharp chin, landed on the breath of the kings, and shattered into a splash.

"I think, with such a tacit understanding between us, such a close bond, and such a life-and-death relationship, wouldn't you already be my prince?"

"You... idiot."

“Miss Vina, please don’t do that. The doctor simply returned the choice to everyone, and he chose himself.”

Kal'tsit appeared before the many sad and weeping operators. She was still the same as many of them had seen: indifferent, polite, and almost ruthless.

But now, a hint of unease appeared in her voice: "The doctor truly and deeply loved everyone. In the very end, he put an end to all the suffering he had endured along the way, so that everyone could move towards a new future and not disappoint him."

The doctor's funeral was held on the seventh day after his death, and the burial site was chosen on an unnamed hill. To avoid unnecessary trouble, all participants had to undergo a rigorous selection process and sign a strict confidentiality agreement.

The doctor's cenotaph was placed in Trimont, Colombia, which Kelsey considered the most suitable location.

As the bagpipes of Tara sound, the priests from Lateran recite scriptures, their compassionate voices bringing peace to the sleepers and comfort to the living.

"Isn't Director Muirses here?" Himer asked Seria beside her.

Ms. Vayvan, dressed in a black women's formal suit, shook her head slightly, her expression solemn.

“I can understand why she doesn’t want to come.”

A light drizzle was falling in Tremont, the raindrops landing on the damp soil, the bubbles shimmering with iridescent colors before gradually dissipating.

“He cares about all of us, but we lack care for him.”

Kal'tsit appeared at the funeral, holding Amiya's hand.

When the dazed little rabbit uttered those words, Kal'tsit couldn't help but tighten her grip on her hand.

"He's so cruel, he's ruined my future without him."

"Amiya."

Rhodes Island's male operators carried a wooden coffin wrapped in the Rhodes Island flag and walked slowly forward to the accompaniment of a melodious tune.

The Lateran priest spoke up: "The dead must be raised."

……

"Name?"

“Mike Ann”.

……

"The corpse must rise."

The black coffin was gently placed in the pit.

The pastor, holding a scripture, looked at the crowd.

……

"Where did you come from?"

"Colombia."

"Education?"

"PhD."

……

"Awake up and sing, you who sleep in the dust."

"For your nectar is like the nectar on the plants."

"Even the soil must yield the dead."

The pastor closed the scriptures in his hands, and his voice rose in pitch.

People bowed their heads, bidding a final farewell in their hearts.

……

"Mr. An, if I may ask, what brings you to Longmen?"

"I am a person who has been reborn and has gained a brand new future in Lungmen."

……

Amiya scooped up a handful of soil with her hands, and with tears streaming down her face, covered the surface of the coffin.

The male operators filled the pit little by little with soil from both sides, completing the final steps of the funeral.

Kal'tsit raised her head, looked up at the gray sky, and let her gaze drift into the distance.

“Kal’tsit, Rhodes Island will never have true peace if I don’t die. Everyone is watching me, and no secret can be kept under the spotlight.”

"Perhaps you are right, but my intuition tells me that you are running away from the issue."

"You know perfectly well that no one loves me. Every time I confess my feelings, I fail. Although running away is shameful, it works."

……

"Welcome to Lungmen, Mr. An. Begin your new life here."

2. A young man arrived at Longmen.

A young man arrived at Longmen.

His name was Mike Ann. He was a hardworking and handsome young man, and three sisters had their eyes on him.