The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

However, not a single word was written in the letter.

This is completely illogical.

"Is the development cycle of PRTS long?"

"It's not long. We 'originally' had similar development experience, and even had prototype samples. After your last hibernation, due to the full-scale rollout of the project, I was no longer able to handle such a terrifying amount of intelligence, so I chose this technology for redevelopment."

Kal'tsit emphasized the syllables of the two words.

Qiao Yelan nodded gently; he had already understood.

[Originally] it did not refer to the Tower of Babel, but to the civilization it represented.

This answered his question.

"Did you bring what I asked for?"

"This is the latest life support device. It was originally intended for the [Artificial Demon King] project, but I specially set it up."

"Okay, now we just have to wait for Kosic to arrive."

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"I thought you would want me to continue helping you."

"Take shortcuts if you can avoid it. They will be in control of this country for decades to come. How to judge others and how to see through pretense are things they need to learn."

Qiao Yelan smiled and said to Kosich.

“Then, it is time to fulfill our deal, Your Excellency.”

Kosichä snorted and touched the machine the other party had brought, something she couldn't understand at all.

"What inconvenience is a physical body to me? I have long prepared a spare body, so you need not worry about it."

Before she could finish speaking, the woman's body went limp and collapsed, a black aura swirling up and entering Qiao Yelan's arm.

[Damn it, why does it feel like your body's rejection of Originium has increased even more than before? I can feel pressure and discomfort even when I try to inhabit it.]

"After all, Oripathy is still incurable, and I don't want to die before I achieve my dream."

Qiao Yelan raised her hand and did not feel anything unusual.

"How about it?"

Kal'tsit asked somewhat nervously.

"No problem, it's not the first time."

The man waved his hand.

"Next, I will be taking Kosichä to Ursus. Vidunia and Kazdel will be entirely in your hands. You don't need to do much, just ensure the flow of supplies and let them do their thing."

“Okay—Ursus is freezing cold right now, so I brought a batch of warm clothes. Also, Scout and Ace’s two teams have been replenished with supplies and personnel, and Theresa will also send Ascalon over to protect you closely.”

Sarkaz, expressionless, stepped out, bowed to Qiao Yelan, and then returned to the shadows.

Qiao Yelan nodded; this was the person he had specifically requested.

Unlike Logos, Ascalon is not a naive young woman; she is an excellent spy, skilled in stealth and assassination, and even in direct combat, she is no less capable than Logos.

And on this trip to Ursus, he desperately needs someone like this by his side—

Especially when he had to have Kosiché attached to his body.

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Corners of History

This is the first time I've seen such a strong Sarkaz. Even that sissy next to you wasn't as strong as her—looks like your influence in Kazdel is growing quite well?

"Of course, Babel is a merchant guild, not a nation. We don't have the systematic methods or facilities to train an army—are there any mercenaries better than the Sarkaz?"

In the future, I will probably need a mercenary team.

“No problem. As long as you can afford it, many Sarkaz will be willing to be qualified henchmen—I’ll make sure to prepare some extra funds for you in this regard.”

Kosiché closed his mouth in satisfaction.

With everything arranged, Qiao Yelan nodded to Kal'tsit, and Ascalon stepped forward and pushed Qiao Yelan away.

Once the sound of the wheelchair pressing against the floor had subsided, Kal'tsit spoke softly.

"Mon3tr"

*A joyful roar*

Mechanical monsters fell from Kal'tsit's spine, transforming into terrifying combat weapons.

"Put this in, and be on guard to prevent a sudden attack."

Mon3tr carefully placed the collapsed Koschche body into the life support device.

As the device was activated, Kal'tsit's fears did not materialize.

Everything was running normally, and it was clear, as she herself said, that Koschie didn't care about this mere body.

Kal'tsit watched the lines of data appear and nodded slightly. Kosichek's technology was still stagnant; not only had it not been improved, but even a safety lock had not been installed.

"This body can be used at least once... so that I can act in Koschche's identity and name."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't for nothing that Qiao Yelan had orchestrated this fifty-year-long scheme; they had finally gotten what they wanted.

Fifty years ago, Qiao Yelan gave this technology to Koschei, enabling her to create a more perfect body. He then supported her, which lowered her guard and allowed her to begin using the technology developed by the Tower of Babel.

At that time, Qiao Yelan didn't actually need the other party to possess him for protection; it was just a prelude to his actions today.

Sure enough, when he proposed the bodyguard mission again, Kosiché, who already felt he was at a disadvantage in the deal, agreed immediately.

So now, Babel has acquired a complete body of Koschche, whose image has been publicly revealed to the world. No one would doubt that when this body stands up and gives orders, there is actually another person inside.

Everyone knew that the "Immortal Black Serpent" could transform into anyone, but no one could have imagined that another person could become the "Immortal Black Serpent."

The technique of transferring consciousness to the body is not Koschche's unique skill.

At least, Kal'tsit herself is quite used to this kind of thing.

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As the convoy ventured deeper into the north, the temperature plummeted, and even the roads became bumpy.

"Ursus' infrastructure is still so bad."

[That's already a good result. The ground is frozen solid now. If it had been a month or two since we set off, we would have only covered about half the distance by now.]

Kosic is already quite used to this kind of thing.

Qiao Yelan was too lazy to discuss road infrastructure issues with such an economic idiot—it seemed that all the nobles of Ursus were like Kosichie, so as the largest empire on the Terra continent, it only appeared bloated and exhausted.

After several days of bumpy travel, the road became smooth again. At this point, without Kosichell's reminder, Qiao Yelan knew that they were almost at their destination.

After all, Ursus may not matter, but the roads near the capital have been carefully repaired.

He looked through the glass at the distant St. Eagle Castle.

"It's much more prosperous than it was decades ago."

[Vladimir the Great's victories resulted in the plundering of countless resources and wealth from Casimir, Letania, Gaul, and Victoria—he truly deserved the title of Great Emperor.]

Kosiché's voice carried an unusual respect.

"You admire him?"

Why not? He expanded Ursus' territory, promoted serf reform, and built an invincible Ursus army. Although he didn't achieve a complete victory in the final war, he could be said to have won his entire life.

[It can be said that his achievements during his short few decades as emperor surpassed mine. Although I am an immortal being, there is no doubt that, at least in terms of contributions to Ursus, I am indeed inferior to him.]

A lifetime of winning?

Qiao Yelan chuckled and shook her head, not bothering to argue with Kosich.

Only two people in the world know that Vladimir's life was a failure because he lost his most important war—and now only one person knows that.

When Vladimir was still the crown prince, he vowed to change his homeland, to transform the bloated land into a vast kingdom, to unite the scattered nobles into a cohesive force, and to proclaim the power of Ursus throughout Terra.

He was just one step away.

He needs a decisive victory to destroy a nation, to drain the wealth accumulated over centuries, so that he can gain the nobles' approval to abolish serfdom—then the entire Ursus will be transformed!

To do this, he used all his wisdom, all his trump cards, all his accumulated resources, and even betrayed his vow to Qiao Yelan, squeezing out the maximum power he could muster to carry out this task.

Then he failed.

After the Battle of Blood Peak, the Great Yan, Ursus, and the Eastern Kingdom all claimed to have achieved their strategic objectives. However, after this long and bloody ordeal, the royal families and armies crushed by the war were not limited to the Eastern Kingdom alone.

A year after the end of the Ursus War, Vladimir died of illness. In just a few months, his once invincible Ursus army completely split apart. The rebels even besieged the Fortress of the Eagle, trying to control the crown prince who had just ascended the throne. The legions that had been stationed in the Qazimir occupied territory had to abandon the land they had seized and return to defend the king.

Everything he brought to Ursus is gone.

Victory was shattered by the treaty, glory was tainted by rebellion, and majesty was stripped away by death.

Ursus has returned to the state it was when Vladimir was still a crown prince—the state institutions are not functioning properly, the nobles are all harboring their own agendas, the burden of war and aggression has become a mountain weighing on the treasury, and slavery is slowing down the country day by day.