Ark Undead

She looked down and glanced at the straight knife that was still lying to the side and hadn't been put away yet.

It was late at night, and Huang, as the operator on duty for the day, was going to check the situation on the main deck.

But they saw Instructor Doberman standing in front of a brightly lit room, intently observing the situation inside.

"Dorman Doberman?"

Huang walked over curiously and greeted Doberman.

But then Dobermann turned his head and put a finger to his lips, stopping Huang from making a loud noise.

Huang immediately fell silent. She cautiously approached Instructor Doberman and looked inside with curiosity.

The sounds of metal clashing came from inside the room, along with a girl's shouts and a deep, steady male voice faintly emanating from within.

"This is?"

Huang then saw clearly that there were two figures standing facing each other with swords in the training room.

The girl gripped her straight sword tightly and launched a fierce attack on the armor in front of her, shouting as she tried to exert force.

The man in armor, wielding a straight sword, parried the girl's attacks while praising or instructing her on her fighting style.

"Look."

Instructor Dubin pointed to the girl inside and said with emotion.

"I've never seen this child laugh so happily."

Melantha wielded her straight sword with all her might, though her teacher always managed to block her attacks. Yet, a distinct smile played on her lips.

That's how it was, just the two of them. Melantha clumsily wielded the sword techniques she had just learned, attacking that steel wall that never failed her.

As if nothing had happened, Melantha was still that carefree Victorian aristocratic girl, still facing heavy academic burdens and never needing to worry about her future.

Even the immortal is still the wandering spirit of Victoria, waiting in a deserted corner for a girl to knock on his door.

Their friendship stemmed from a transaction, from the very first five gold coins.

Now, however, the bonds are so deeply entangled that they can no longer be severed.

Melantha was fully demonstrating her current strength.

She wanted to show her teacher just how powerful she was now.

She wanted her teacher to acknowledge that she was now qualified to walk alongside him.

149. Practical Test

As dawn broke and the sun rose the next day, the Undead reached into the nearby woodpile, picked up a piece of firewood, and threw it into the fire in front of him.

He was in a room specially assigned to him by Kal'tsit. As a special invitee operator of Rhodes Island, he had a private room. Of course, not all special invitee operators have this privilege, mainly because the requirement of not having any casualties is a bit strange.

As a knight of Kazimierz, an undead man has every reason to light a campfire in his room.

This is said to be something that old Qazimirs would do, and it's considered a Qazimir tradition.

When Kal'tsit heard that the Undead wanted to light a campfire in the room, her expression was somewhat strange. She gave the Undead a meaningful look, as if she wanted to say something. But under the Undead's silent gaze, she said nothing.

Therefore, the Undead became the first operator to deploy several drones to change the room layout on his very first day in Rhodes Island, and his requirements were simple: fire prevention and ventilation.

Therefore, the Undead's room is located on the fourth basement floor, in the last room at the back. It has two independent ventilation openings, and a small sunken platform made of fireproof material was specially designed for him to place a campfire.

It can only be said that Rhodes Island is excellent in terms of operator treatment; at least Kal'tsit always fulfills the requests of the undead.

Melantha stayed in the Undead's room until late at night, chatting with the Undead by the fire.

The immortal man was somewhat dazed about his apprentice.

It's not that Melantha was particularly respectful to him, or that the Undead had any special feelings for Melantha.

Simply because he always felt that Melantha's swordsmanship was very familiar.

Of course, it would be strange if he wasn't used to the Melantha swordsmanship taught by the Undead.

However, it's important to understand that the Undead have absolutely no memories of Melantha. Therefore, it feels very strange when someone familiar with his straight-blade attack style, even using attack techniques and movement skills almost identical to his own, stands before him.

Of course, this also shows how serious Melanie is about her workouts.

She would swing her sword a fixed number of times each day, and then conduct specialized training based on the sword techniques she had taught the undead.

Previously, she would imagine an enemy in the air to fight, and her moves were all replicas of the undead she had seen.

Or simply practice with the Doberman instructor, using skills as the primary training method.

However, the core of any swordsmanship is never just technique; the most complete swordsmanship is the combination of power and technique.

Therefore, when Melantha attacked the undead for the first time in a long time, using her most suitable strength and strongest techniques, she, who had gradually mastered the undead's swordsmanship, finally understood just how terrifying the swordsmanship the undead had taught her truly was.

Every strike is aimed at a vital point; every slash, thrust, and parry is purposeful, with no movement superfluous. And every inch of force applied propels the blade to the enemy's body at lightning speed.

In other words, monsters like the Undead allow Melantha to use such a deadly sword without any worries.

Because, in the eyes of the immortals, every strike appears as a skill displayed by a much weaker version of themselves.

Although its power has yet to be replenished, it has gained some divine qualities.

This swordsmanship is specifically designed for use against humanoid opponents. It doesn't aim for speed, but rather for each strike to have a substantial effect.

Melantha is now able to unleash some of its power. What remains is the accumulation of training over time and repeated life-or-death combat experience.

After realizing what had happened, the Undead suddenly regretted teaching Melantha such a sword technique. But Melantha had already mastered it, even developing additional movements based on her own physique.

If she doesn't die, it's not appropriate to suggest changing her learning system.

In short, Melantha is definitely a disciple that the Undead can be proud of.

It's important to understand that Melantha's learning period was only a few months. In those few months, she memorized the swordsmanship of the Undead and was able to reach that level on her own during subsequent training without a teacher.

It must be said that the word "genius" is absolutely fitting for Melantha.

As for what happens next, there's no need to worry about anyone dying. Melantha will definitely be able to forge her own path.

Just as the Undead was still recalling the details of his fight with Melantha the night before, there was a knock on his door.

"Who?"

The immortal arrived at the door, pressed a button on the screen next to him, and saw the scene outside.

It was Amiya, who had black hair. She seemed to have just woken up, her eyes were still a little blurry, and she couldn't help but rub the corners of her eyes and yawn.

"Mr. Undead, I am Amiya. The practical test we agreed on yesterday is now ready for you at the training ground."

The Undead then remembered that when he negotiated with Kal'tsit yesterday, he had promised Kal'tsit that he would join Rhodes Island.

If you're going to join Rhodes Island, you have to go through the proper procedures.

Kal'tsit has omitted a lot of the intermediate steps. However, the practical tests and written answers are still an indispensable part.

After all, as an operator of Rhodes Island, it's unavoidable that they will go out on missions.

Aside from a few special missions, most of Rhodes Island's missions are carried out in small groups.

This is also for the safety of the operators and for the sake of mission completion.

Since the missions are to be carried out in small groups, it is necessary to know at least what the operators are good at and what their strengths are within. Therefore, practical training is an essential part of the process.

"Let's go."

The Undead opened the door, picked up the greatsword beside him and hung it behind his back. He then turned around and found two thick pieces of firewood, throwing them into the fire so that it wouldn't go out while he was away.

"Aren't you going to put out the fire?"

Amiya witnessed the undead's actions and asked them curiously.

She assumed the undead would extinguish the fire when they left the room and relight it when they returned, but she never expected the undead to keep the fire burning continuously.

"This is home."

The Undead lowered his head and looked at little Amiya in front of him, and said.

"Home should always be a place where the flame burns brightly."

Is that so?

Amiya nodded. Although she didn't quite understand the principle, she at least knew that this was something very important to the undead and that it couldn't be easily extinguished.

"Then come with me first... Oh right, you don't eat breakfast."

Amiya frowned slightly, then relaxed.

"Let's head straight to the training ground then! Hopefully, we can finish the test before the reserve team arrives today."

...

When the Undead arrived at the underground training ground on the second floor, a considerable number of operators had already gathered there.

This includes medical personnel, as well as elite operators like Ace and Blaze.

Even Dr. Kal'tsit was present.

This is quite a large-scale event for an operator test.

"Yesterday, during the test at Kroos, were there also so many people?"

The Undead asked Amiya.

"No, it's mainly because Dr. Kal'tsit believes you are very capable. Therefore, she gathered most of the core operators to let them see your strength as well. This way, when we cooperate on missions in the future, everyone will be more aware of your capabilities."

Amiya, on the other hand, doesn't hold back her words.

"To be honest, Mr. Undead, your skills should surpass those of all elite operators. But due to the rules, the maximum authority we can grant you is that of an elite operator. Of course, if you have any other needs, just let me or Dr. Kal'tsit know."

Amiya turned and smiled at the undead; this girl seemed to have this gentle attitude towards everyone.

"As long as it is within the permitted regulations of Rhodes Island, we will try our best to meet your requirements."

"Thank you"

The immortal nodded and thanked the girl in front of him.

He began to understand why Amiya, rather than Kal'tsit, was the official leader.

If everyone had initially communicated with Kal'tsit, Rhodes Island's reputation wouldn't be so mild; it would likely be more forceful and unapproachable.

For patients, the gentler the person they come into contact with, the better, since they are there to treat their illnesses.