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Skadi, needless to say, has a standard physique, and perhaps due to her orca diet, she has a slightly higher fat content than Mudstone.

Although its shape isn't as perfect as mudstone, it feels even better to the touch—soft and elastic.

If the mudstone's body feels slightly stiff or firm to the touch, then the baby killer whale feels more like a girl.

W possesses a grand inner beauty that belies her petite and slender figure. When the four of them went to the bathroom together, Yelena was the one with the worst figure management.

After all, Lungmen isn't the frigid Ursus. With calorie intake far exceeding calorie expenditure, weight gain is inevitable.

Fortunately, after training new recruits in Kazdel for a period of time, he recovered well. However, it will take some time before he returns to the condition he was in during his time in the snowfield.

At this point, if she continued to eat and sleep excessively, Yelena began to suspect that Old Xia was treating her like livestock in a ranch, preparing to haul her away and sell her in the winter.

"That definitely requires some exercise; too much fat isn't a good thing."

Old Xia thought for a moment and nodded. Because of his symbiote, he had a standard physique like most people in the Star Alliance. Although he didn't have eight-pack abs, he would definitely not get fat or out of shape.

In reality, because he needs to meet the energy needs of the symbiote, his calorie consumption is usually around 30,000 kcal, of which at least 15,000 kcal is converted into his own working energy by the symbiote.

The energy for symbiotic nanomachines comes from bioelectricity and thermal conversion. Therefore, to maintain the operation of nanogroups that make up about 5% of body weight, an energy expenditure of at least 10,000 kilocalories is necessary.

Yelena is in a similar situation. Even though she only received a replacement-grade symbiote, she still needs 2 calories to maintain her exercise and daily activities.

However, the calories she consumed far exceeded that number, and her Originium Arts were designed to absorb energy in reverse.

As the two chatted idly through the Aretosha tunnels and down to the mooring area, two Ursus men dressed as porters, carrying samples of harvested green wheat, brushed past them. At that moment, Yelena's ears twitched slightly, and a strange, ominous premonition arose within her.

"Die! You despicable traitor!"

"Old Xia!"

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"It seems my snake scales have brought good news."

"Bad news," the doctor said, unmoved, sipping his black tea. "Do you think I'm completely unaware of assassination tactics?"

“Oh, that’s really strange. I’ve heard that Queen Theresa…”

"Duke, use your brain. What kind of assassin could carry out an assassination in front of a demon king who can freely access other people's memories and transmit his own thoughts?"

This time, the one mocking them wasn't the Doctor, but Kal'tsit, and the Doctor simply lowered his head and drank his tea, offering no rebuttal or addition.

There are only two ways to assassinate the queen.

First, the Queen volunteered to die.

Secondly, the person who did it was someone she was unwilling to suspect or delve into her memories. In the original timeline, the first option was too far-fetched, and everyone, including Kal'tsit, believed that only the Doctor could have done it.

"How much do you know about the people around him, given your snake scales?"

"I know it very well."

"I have no idea," the doctor shook his head. "If I were you, I would never arrange for two infected people to carry out the operation, much less choose that method."

"Oh? It seems your source of information is quite surprising..." Kosiché neither denied nor admitted it, but the apprehension in his eyes was almost palpable.

"No, I haven't set up any intelligence network. As for why I know..." The Doctor looked at Black Snake with a slightly strange expression, "Did you encrypt your brain?"

"Clam!?"

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"Old Xia!" Yelena decisively stood in front of Xia Lin, and the monitoring bracelet on her wrist emitted a bright red warning light. The infected youth who had pulled out a short knife from the bottom of the box only took two steps before turning into a lifelike ice sculpture.

Frost held him firmly to the floor. In the ultra-low temperature, steel becomes extremely brittle (in fact, its hardness and strength increase, but it becomes brittle), and it was easily caught and broken by the white rabbit.

However, another sharp blade pierced her shoulder. Frost spread rapidly along the blade to the other person's body. The blade only broke through a layer of skin, but the life and heat of the person wielding the blade were completely drained away. "Get out of the way!" White Rabbit kicked the stiff corpse in front of her away. The wound had already congealed and stopped bleeding in the low temperature.

"The wound isn't deep, just a superficial injury." Old Xia examined the wound on her shoulder, then looked at the two corpses. "What do you mean by 'traitor'? And, infected?" Why would an infected person assassinate him? This was something Old Xia couldn't understand.

Upon hearing Yelena's shout, the guards, who had been somewhat relaxed, quickly surrounded Old Xia and separated him from the onlookers. "It's alright. Send these two corpses to the lab. Call Skadi and Patriot."

This kind of assassination is definitely not normal. If it were an ordinary person who assassinated Lao Xia, he could understand it because what he did had indeed harmed the interests of many people. But for an infected person, there was no motive whatsoever.

"You are very calm, very good." After Patriot arrived, he looked at the two corpses in silence for a long time before speaking. Even if Talulah were assassinated, most people in power would feel angry, but they would suppress their emotions for the time being.

Old Xia, however, remained surprisingly calm. Instead of taking his anger out on them, he realized the strangeness behind it all.

"Well, in my time, assassinations were not common. This was actually the first time I'd encountered something like this." As for why he was so calm, it was because Old Xia was definitely not the kind of ordinary transmigrator who was powerless to even kill a chicken.

As mentioned earlier, he is a certified pioneer with a military weapons license and has received professional pioneer training and paramilitary training.

Although he is not as physically strong as the Terrans and does not have any Originium Arts, it does not mean that he cannot fight.

This question is like how Kal'tsit doesn't seem like a combat-capable unit, and anyone who thinks that way gets torn to shreds by M3.

Similarly, although Lao Xia didn't have an M3, he carried a Claw Gauss pistol with him. In fact, even if Yelena didn't block him, he could quickly draw his gun and kill the nearest assassin.

"Although you don't look like a soldier, you have the heart of a soldier..."

"You flatter me..." This kind of mental fortitude is something that most of his peers have.

However, the younger generation of children is in a much worse situation, probably due to the difference between being born in times of war and times of peace.

Chapter Six: The Snake

Chapter Six

"It seems your Serpent Scales failed..." The Doctor looked at the Black Serpent's suddenly somber expression. "I warned you a long time ago, but it seems a bit late anyway? But it doesn't matter, I didn't come here for this." The Doctor reached out and pushed a memory card towards Koschitch. "I want your Originium Arts. Don't make up excuses, you and I both know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Is this the price you're offering?" Kosiché shrugged, not reaching for the memory cards. "Let me guess, Rhodes Island shares, intelligence on some nobles, or some technology you deem valuable? You're too arrogant; you seem to think I have no choice?"

"Do you have a choice, Jakarta?"

"I am not Baba Yaga..."

“You’re not Ivan Rey either…” the doctor added, “but you are them, aren’t you? Koschche, the immortal black serpent, or perhaps…”

"enough!"

“I’ve always been curious about where your distorted love comes from, what caused your twisted personality, and what your purpose is. However, after I accessed the records of the constellation Sail, I understand.”

"shut up!"

"You are not just any one person, but everyone, the Research Matrix, the Joint Thinking Entity, codenamed 'Snake,' and the meaning of this codename is..."

The doctor showed no sign of stopping, and the black snake's expression became increasingly distorted. "You think you know everything, but you understand nothing!"

"Is that so?" The doctor remained noncommittal. "Snakes are beings that tempt humans to swallow forbidden fruit, the forbidden fruit, the fruit of knowledge and wisdom. Snakes are immortal, constantly shedding their skin and changing their appearance. Isn't that you?"

To put it another way, the existence of the serpent is to force humanity to eat the forbidden fruit that represents knowledge, even at the cost of being expelled from the beautiful Eden and spending their days covered in dust and sweat just to make a living…

"And your means is war, because in war, those backward things are destroyed and trampled. It is in death and war that human creativity is forced out. In other words, you plan to use war, the angel wielding a flaming sword, to drive the Terrans out of their current stable Eden, and they will have no choice but to swallow the forbidden fruit of knowledge, right?"

"No, I just want this land, Ursus, to last forever. You're mistaken."

"Because Ursus is Ivanlei's homeland, and the land of Ursus was a research center in the past, just as Kazdel and Rembiton were industrial centers in the past." The Doctor gave Black Serpent no chance to argue.

"You fear the Demon King, you are afraid of him, not only because the Originium technology you use is merely a clumsy imitation of the Demon King's technology, but also because Quiron is the designer of the entire Matrix, and the purpose of the technology Quiron developed is to unify the intelligence of all Terrans—the 'Tree of Wisdom' project. Don't tell me you haven't heard of it."

“And what about you?” Kosichä gritted his teeth. “Doctor, Dr. Raziel! Creator of the Tree of Life! You think this can threaten me? What about your ugly, immortal creations?”

“Doctor, it seems you’re hiding a lot from me, like this name?” Kal’tsit gave the Doctor a look, and the latter responded with a gesture to calm down.

"It's been a long time since I've heard this name, but unfortunately, this is just a little trick. After all, it's not convenient to use your real name when writing certain papers, is it? Besides, this name is my assistant's name." The professor winked mischievously.

Raziel, the guardian angel of wisdom on the Tree of Life, is a symbol of masculinity and reason, representing wisdom, rationality, creation, and the stars...

"Also, you seem to have misunderstood something. I only have one creation. The other creations were made by Raziel. What do they have to do with me?"

The doctor shrugged. "I just created an ordinary stone."

“Stone?” Black Serpent shook his head, seemingly regaining some composure. “Forget it, I’m not discussing this kind of issue with you. My only goal is to keep Ursus alive. And only war, constant war, can destroy the suffering of this land. As for the Sarkaz and the Infected, if they want to survive, they can only bow their heads and become docile beings like pets.”

“It’s too twisted—” The doctor shook his head. He understood why the black snake was twisted; he was a combined mind entity.

In other words, the research matrix is ​​a collaborative mindset formed by the minds of many scientists, including Ivan Rey.

However, this means that his thinking will not surpass the level of these people, and the guys in the research matrix back then... to be honest, their political and sociological level is really hard to describe.

The Black Serpent inherited the deep love that people once had for their motherland, but because it didn't understand these things at all, it became overly rational.

In the beginning, the black serpent was not like it is now; it longed to guide humanity to rediscover the fruits of knowledge and wisdom.

However, while Talulah's ordeal may seem like Black Serpent's twisted humor, it is also a reflection of his own past experiences.

The ignorant masses do not understand what ideals are. They only need a few crumbs of bread, or even less. It is their fear of the future and the unknown that will cause them to bury people who have no harm or hostility to them in the cellar.

Since the ignorant masses refuse to embrace truth and wisdom, the only way to drive them is through fear and hatred, and through practice, the Black Serpent has found that it is truly effective.

Look at the duchy. The infected and ordinary people hate each other, trembling with fear and hatred before the duke's honey-coated fangs, working tirelessly and without complaint. Objectively speaking, the duke's territory is even more developed than that of other nobles, and he has garnered much praise. [This is what disgusts Talulah.]

“Look at those lowly creatures, their fear of nature is no less than their fear of inspectors, and with just a possibility, a tiny bit of risk, they will act like the lowest paramecium, seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, making judgments that require no brains at all.”

Since they so desperately need, even crave, fear, then I'll give them fear. They want to vent, they want to kill, so I'll give them targets for venting and killing. Isn't that wonderful?

"When the sun swallows the earth, everything is nothingness," the doctor sighed.

"I'm not trying to persuade you. You'd better take a look at these things. I'm not negotiating with you; I'm threatening you. Either hand over your technology."

"Or... I'll shut down the Sailboat constellation and sever the neural links of the Research Matrix. You'd better not question whether I can do it; the neural connection system was perfected by Precys and me, and I designed the entire brain connection system of the Matrix."

"Hmph!" Black Snake picked up the memory card and began reading the video recordings inside.

"A four-engine arc jet, each with a thrust exceeding 1500 kN, equipped with a small power reactor and thermal weapons, capable of shattering most small fragments, with a range sufficient to reach the moon. I'm not kidding you. You have an hour to make a decision, because Rhodes Island will launch it in an hour..."

Kosichrie looked out the window and saw a huge launch pad being erected on the Rhodes Island deck in the docking area. A massive aircraft was on the support, and the various pipes and cables looked real.

Time ticked by, and the launch preparations seemed complete, awaiting only the Doctor's command. "After severing the neural links, the Combined Psychic Entity will disintegrate, just like a sandcastle that has vanished." The Doctor continued to pressure Black Serpent.

Just as the minute hand on the pocket watch was about to overlap with the hour hand, Koschche finally gritted his teeth and said, "You win, evil spirit of the Tower of Babel!"

He didn't dare to gamble at all. Really, he didn't have a single penny to gamble with. If he won, there would be no benefit; it would only prove that the doctor couldn't launch the spaceship yet.

If he loses, he will be doomed. This is a one-way gamble. He lost from the moment he allowed Rhodes Island to dock and the Doctor to enter the Duke's mansion.

No, it should be said that when the doctor got his hands on the aircraft, he already had no chance of turning the tide.

"Thank you, you are very generous."

I never want to see you again!

"No, perhaps the next time we meet will be at the end of starlight and civilization." These were Proses's exact words.

In the Rhodes Island passage, Kal'tsit stopped, a rare look of panic on her face. "Doctor, you should have a lot to explain to me, such as the name Raziel, the Tree of Life, and what Kosicheal said about... creation."