Arknights' Lock of Heaven

After a long silence, she turned her head and slowly said, "Since he's already dealt with it, why are you still coming to me?"

“To be on the safe side,” Amiya said with a smile, “after all, you’re so reliable, Doctor.”

"Even if you praise me, I won't... cough cough," the Doctor said, then realized what he meant and grabbed Amiya's ear and rubbed it angrily. "Fine, I see now, you two are teaming up to make fun of me, aren't you?"

“Of course not,” Amiya whispered, clutching her head, “I truly trust the Doctor!”

"Do you trust him?" The doctor rolled his eyes at her upon hearing this.

“Yes, trust,” Amiya answered instinctively.

"Heh," the doctor sneered, then slumped back onto the beach chair with a thud.

“Doctor, you should get up and get some exercise,” Amiya sighed as she saw this. “You’ve been lazing around on the beach for a whole week…”

"If this keeps up, the whole holiday will be over!"

"And he's lying here wearing this outfit! Do you know that now there's an urban legend circulating in Siesta that the man in black is a ghost who drowned at sea and that's why he's always lying under the parasol?!"

"That's all... then so be it," the doctor said quietly. "What could be more pleasant than lying on the beach doing nothing, basking in the sun and feeling the sea breeze?"

"Amiya, don't worry about me. I'm already a lazy bum. Just let me spend the rest of my time here."

Seeing this, Amiya sighed helplessly.

Ugh……

Why did the PhD student suddenly become so dejected?

-

The Lion Scorpion still remembers that afternoon.

She was very thirsty and hungry.

But all she could see was yellow sand. Being so young, she had no survival skills. If nothing unexpected happened, she would end up like all those who had died in the desert in the past.

She deftly walked up to a masked man, behind him, skillfully slit his throat, then gently dragged the body to a corner.

Her Originium Arts skills were beyond imagination, allowing her to wield them with ease.

But if it weren't for her Originium Arts being affected by Oripathy, she probably wouldn't be so isolated from the world.

Where did the memories end?

Oh, I'm so thirsty and hungry.

Then, someone appeared.

Lion Scorpion clearly remembered that it was the voice of a middle-aged man, wearing a white mask and a cloak. He didn't appear thin; one could only judge from the bulges on the sides of the mask that he was probably a Vaiva or a Sarkaz.

Of course, it could also be a deliberate attempt to mislead people.

Who knows.

Most importantly, he said to his dying self, "How many days have you been hiding here?"

The manticore once again moved effortlessly behind another guard, reaping his life and continuing its reverie.

She remembers being terrified at the time because, as a young child, she had no control over her Originium Arts, and very few people could see her.

In my memory, the voice of the person wearing the white mask was full of scrutiny: "You don't even have the ability to kill a wild beast and get yourself some food, do you?"

"I...I didn't want to do this...I didn't mean to hide, it's just that no one can see me..."

My younger self stumbled and hesitated when answering.

"I...have no weapons, and I've never touched a weapon..."

Suddenly, a gust of wind interrupted the lion scorpion's reverie. Her unusual tail instinctively lashed out, and in a flash, it disemboweled the assassin who had noticed something amiss.

Ah, the tail.

Its own enormous tail.

The lion scorpion blinked. Right, that person had praised its tail before.

Facing his own fears, he said, "You are born with weapons."

But the young child didn't understand any of this, and could only futilely explain, "I've always been very careful... my tail has never hurt anyone!"

"Whose sympathy are you trying to gain with your weakness? You have no audience left."

The person stood up from in front of the child and looked down at him, saying, "Your Oripathy has progressed to this point, and you still think you can work normally in the market and exchange food with others?"

"You don't think you can still be a normal person, do you?"

Without batting an eye, the lion scorpion pulled its long tail from the assassin's chest and continued deeper into the territory.

The man's words echoed in my ears.

"You should know very well that there is no place for you in that kind of life anymore."

Now that the organization has been alerted, there's no need to hide anymore. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a gold card, and crushed it.

A faint golden light flowed into his body.

"You have to learn to take up arms; that's your only value now."

Without batting an eye, she pulled the dagger she had just stabbed into an assassin's chest and hurled it directly at a crossbowman in the distance.

With the enhancement of the ceremonial attire, the body's combat ability was significantly increased. The crossbowman's skull was sliced ​​open by the short sword, and he died with his eyes wide open.

The assassins couldn't understand where Mantico got such strength.

"Look, this is painkiller for Oripathy," the man's words still echoed in my ears, "You want to live, don't you?"

The lion scorpion blocked the longsword of a tall Vayvan head-on, then kicked him more than ten meters away.

Vayvan's eyes were filled with shock, unable to understand why a small man like Mantico could be stronger than him.

But he had no time to think. The lion scorpion lunged forward, and he barely managed to block one attack before being pierced through the chest by spikes sculpted from Originium Arts behind him.

"Monster...who are you?" Amidst this carnage, someone finally broke down and cried out, "What grudge do you hold against the organization?"

Why go to such lengths to exterminate them?

The assassins simply couldn't understand how the organization had gotten involved with such a monster.

Upon hearing this, the lion scorpion blinked.

You all lied to me!

"Who lied to you? Tell me, can I skin him alive?" A man who was clearly the leader had a venomous stinger pressed against his throat by the lion scorpion, and he was sweating profusely. "You, you can make any request, and I will do it."

Hearing this, the Manticore recalled that afternoon when the man, holding cheap painkillers, said to him, "My team is just the right size to take in a monster like you."

"Join us, the leader will save you."

Thinking of this, the Lion Scorpion said seriously, "You guys lied to me."

“They abandoned me, and no one is coming to save me.”

'I'm here...please pay attention to me...'

'I want to live...'

But in Sargon, who cares?

Why would you care about a mere killer that you can use and then throw away?

I was probably terrified that hot afternoon.

After all, he was abandoned, had nowhere to go, and his personality made it impossible for him to make a living, so he could only wait to die in the yellow sand.

Fortunately, the operator was kind, and fortunately, I got on that aircraft.

Fortunately, I arrived at Rhodes Island, and fortunately, I met my current companions.

My life has taken on a new meaning.

But there's still something she doesn't understand.

“The leader promised he would save me,” the manticore pushed the stinger at the end of her tail forward, and at this moment, she no longer spoke hesitantly.

"But he broke his promise, and I want to ask why."

So, tell me where he is?

She said softly, "I want an explanation!"

335 I have to say, it's really a coincidence.

"Incredible..."

A group of elderly professors with white beards gathered in front of the instrument, staring at the strange data, racking their brains but unable to figure out why.

“Adele,” a professor who knew Eyjafjalla called her name, “did you have similar data from the beginning?”

“Yes,” Eyjafjalla lowered her head upon hearing this, “the data… was strange from the very beginning.”

"We don't understand why either."

“All the data we have after taking over is here,” she said, pointing to a stack of documents. “The data has been very wrong ever since then.”

"What about even earlier data?" an elderly professor asked impatiently. "Are there any even earlier data?"