Ark Undead

"Fight, fight! Only fighting can make us feel the meaning of life. This is a gift from the gods, meant to make us think about why we fight while constantly strengthening ourselves, without having to face death!"

The giant standing on the high platform waved his arms; his body was like rock, and his eyes were like lightning.

Among the crowd below the stage, many people reacted in different ways.

Bloodthorn looked down at the two short swords at his waist, his hands clenched into fists.

The purple-haired kitten gripped the straight sword at its waist, as if drawing strength from it.

Kuranta, clad in full armor, lightly tapped the shield in his left hand with his fingertip, his gaze resolute, like the rising sun.

There was also a girl with long golden hair, clutching only the honey cake she had just begged for, seemingly unaware of the meaning of competition.

Standing at the very back of the crowd were two girls who had already become wary of each other.

"Agor?"

"The power within you feels very familiar."

Skadi frowned as she looked at the woman who was only a few steps away from her.

"You know the Undead?"

Who is that?

A flicker of memory crossed the red-haired woman's purple-eyed eyes, but she had forgotten what he looked like.

Memories flutter across the paper, yet I cannot find the answer that belongs to me.

"I think I've heard this name before."

Only in her hand, at the tip of the long sword that resembled a scepter, flashed a bright red light.

The will that had awakened from antiquity opened its eyes and heard a call from the past.

What the people below the platform were thinking about was of no concern to the giant above.

He simply raised his hand and shouted, fueled by his passion for the fight.

"Regardless of the past, present, or future, only the blood of warriors is shed here, and even time cannot stop the footsteps of heroic souls!"

"Therefore, warriors, proceed to the arena of the ancient gods. It is a path woven with blood and wine. Step over the footsteps of kings and fight with unparalleled skill to claim your own honor!"

Volume Six: The Arena of the Gods

null

322.The remaining fire

The Spring Festival of the Great Yan Dynasty has just passed, but according to the normal Terran calendar, it is already springtime.

For those living on the continent of Terra, this is a vibrant season.

Therefore, it is perfectly reasonable for young people to come to the deck to train as the sun rises.

However, Rhodes Island has had no training activities in the past few days, which is unusual.

It's said that Rhodes Island held its own Lunar New Year party to celebrate the new Lungmen operators who joined the island, as well as other operators who came after hearing the news.

They also gave the operators more than a week to rest and adjust their condition.

Of course, this was definitely the result of the Doctor's efforts to persuade Kal'tsit.

In the period following the Chernobog incident, everyone devoted themselves to various postwar affairs.

Humanitarian aid teams are arranging accommodations for the residents of Chernobog. There are also teams in Lungmen helping to rebuild the city. And of course, Rhodes Island's elite operators meet with envoys from various countries or high-ranking corporate officials.

Even when the Undead left Rhodes Island, everyone was still immersed in this intense work state.

Although it has nothing to do with combat, it is precisely these numerous social interactions and data organization that are so mentally exhausting.

Kal'tsit can hold on, Amiya can hold on, but that doesn't mean the other operators can.

After this round of receptions concluded, Rhodes Island's affairs in Lungmen, as well as the supplies it needed, were almost replenished.

Therefore, before embarking on the next journey, Kal'tsit made a rare concession and even allocated some of the budget to hold a Spring Festival gala.

And then they really did have about a week off, which gave the new batch of operators a chance to get familiar with the ship.

The PhD was like an old gentleman, sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper and listening to the radio every day.

When an operator called for help, he would just smile and approach, asking what he could do.

The new batch of operators have indeed gradually become familiar with Rhodes Island over this period of time.

The professor leaned against a table in the library, holding a pen in his right hand. In front of him lay a book that looked like it had been pulled from somewhere; it was about three fingers thick, and the pages were a deep yellow, clearly indicating that it was quite old.

Beneath the large book lay a small notebook, filled with neatly written text, presumably information recorded by the PhD student.

Amiya, carrying two books, had just entered from outside when she saw the Doctor asleep on the table again.

Her two furry ears twitched, her eyebrows drooped, and she sighed.

He placed the book on the table next to him and picked up the doctor's coat, which he had taken off, and draped it over his shoulders.

Although it's springtime, it's still a bit chilly.

Moreover, the library has a temperature control system for storing books, so the temperature is relatively low. If a doctoral student falls asleep here without a coat, he could easily catch a cold.

This is why Amiya never allows the Doctor to sleep in the library.

However, this wasn't the first or second time. Although the Doctor's health wasn't very good, he never seemed to have any problems falling asleep in the library, so Amiya gradually let him be.

The professor would occasionally have a sudden thought and would sit in the library all night, not leaving until very late.

The operators on duty often pat them on the shoulder and tell them to go back to their own rooms to sleep.

However, the situation seems somewhat different today.

Amiya had just draped the coat over the Doctor when the Doctor shifted slightly, raised his head, and looked confused.

Amiya?

"Doctor, you've fallen asleep in the library again."

Amiya said helplessly, straightening the Doctor's crumpled hood.

"What are you looking at? You look so tired."

"Nothing much... I just had a sudden urge, thought of some things, and came here to find some information."

The professor stretched leisurely, then put down his pen, closed his notebook, and slumped onto the table.

"Ah... I feel so relaxed these days. I wish it could stay like this forever."

Amiya shook her head. The Doctor had indeed changed a lot, not just in appearance, but also in his words and actions.

In the past, a PhD would never have been so leisurely; he could always find something to do.

However, neither Amiya nor Kal'tsit felt there was anything wrong with the Doctor's change.

At least, PhDs these days are more like living, breathing human beings.

"If the doctor wants to continue like this, then he should work even harder. We should wait until we are capable and entitled to rest before we can be so leisurely."

"Oh? Amiya is right. Who taught you that?"

Amiya blinked and pointed at the Doctor with her index finger.

The doctor paused for a moment, then scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

I never imagined that I was the one who said those words to Amiya, but I don’t remember the Doctor saying them at all.

"It was what the Doctor told Amiya before he lost his memory. Now the Doctor should have forgotten what happened back then."

Amiya chuckled; clearly, she'd been feeling much more relaxed lately.

The Spring Festival gave many people a chance to rest and relax, and the PhD student's expectations were just talk. When things really get busy, the PhD student is the one who cares least about his health.

"Judging by the time, it's been almost two weeks since Mr. Undying went to Great Yan. Time seems to have flown by."

Amiya thought for a moment and then organized the large pile of books that the professor had brought over.

"But we're about to set off, and I wonder if Mr. Undying will be able to return before we leave..."

As she spoke, Amiya, carrying the books, pushed the small staircase next to her over and slowly put the books back on the bookshelf one by one.

The doctor wasn't too worried about people not dying; he didn't think it was a problem.

"It should be soon... We can't possibly follow the Great Yan all the way north to the northern front, can we?"

As the two were discussing this, the doctor's communicator rang.

The doctor lazily took the communicator out of his bag, and upon seeing the name on it, his sleepiness vanished by more than half.

"Hello? What's up?"

"The Undead are back."

Kal'tsit's voice came from the other side, her tone somewhat serious.

"He brought back some news and some agents. Come to my office."

"Ah good."

The doctor paused for a moment. The Undead brought back some operators. Could he recruit them for Rhodes Island?

"Should we bring Amiya along?"

"If she's with you, both of you should come over."

"Row."

After hanging up the phone, the professor looked at Amiya, who had just put her books down.

"Yes, whoever you say will appear. Let's go, come with me to find Kal'tsit."

"coming!"

Amiya jumped down from the ladder, her two little feet moving rapidly on the ground as she kept up with the Doctor.

When the Doctor and Amiya arrived at Kal'tsit's office, the Undead were gone, leaving only a Sarkaz alone there.

Nasakaz turned around, saw Amiya, squinted, and greeted the two of them.