Ark Undead

It wasn't that there was any physical damage to her. Rather, it was the fear of being trapped in the same cycle of reincarnation, unable to break free.

No matter what she did, she would always wake up on this morning and then wander around the deserted camp.

She could sense something watching her from the sky, but when Kal'tsit looked up, she could only see dark clouds.

This is a very oppressive feeling.

From the very beginning, Kal'tsit knew that her situation was definitely not normal; she could sense that her physical senses and vision were firmly restricted to a certain distance.

Whenever she tried to look out to the sea, the view became increasingly blurry.

Although she couldn't see the sea from her location.

Kal'tsit also tried to find the other people in that dream, but each time she failed.

She either felt her body mutate, turning into some kind of strange monster, or her body was torn apart by some being she couldn't understand.

Then her consciousness returned to the moment she had just opened her eyes in bed, looping through that damned point in time.

After sitting down by the campfire, Kal'tsit immediately began to tell the Undead and the Fire Mage about what had happened to her.

Despite Kal'tsit's extensive experience, this was the first time she had encountered something so bizarre.

Moreover, none of this really mattered to Kal'tsit. But in one particular cycle of reincarnation, she happened to meet the person she both most wanted to see and least wanted to see.

In all her reincarnations, the only time Kal'tsit took action was when she raised her sword against that person, demanding that Mon3tor kill the monster disguised as her.

Then, everything went black before her eyes, and she was back at the far point once again.

“I experienced fifty-six reincarnations, which is the limit of what I can remember. I cannot be sure whether my mental state remained good during these reincarnations; perhaps I lost my mind in some of them. Therefore, I cannot remember the details of each one.”

Kal'tsit stared at the campfire in front of her, and the words that came from her mouth conveyed a cold rationality that even the undead could sense.

“It wasn’t until the forty-eighth time that I finally cleared you from my memory.”

"Clean up?"

The undead were unfamiliar with this term, wondering why Kal'tsit would use the word "clean up".

It's impossible that Kal'tsit forgot he existed, right?

But Kal'tsit said it very seriously.

"Yes, Cleanse. It was only when I thought of your name that I realized I had searched for many people in the past forty-eight reincarnations. Scout, Logos, including that Saint Carmen. But the only one I didn't think of was you."

"Then, in that cycle of reincarnation, just a second before I knocked on your door, I was pierced through the body by tentacles that surged in from outside the window... Forgive me for using the word 'tentacles'."

Kal'tsit thought for a moment, trying to dig out more useful information from her memories.

"Actually, it wasn't really a tentacle; it was more like a movable limb made up of countless substances that I couldn't understand. Every time it tore through my body, I could feel my mind becoming a little more confused."

"Then, on the forty-ninth restart, I went straight to find you. But the moment I thought of you, my door was locked, and I clearly heard the sound of it locking. Then the whole house started to burn."

Kal'tsit's voice was dry and tasteless.

“I tried everything I could to escape that room. But I couldn’t destroy anything, and Mon3tor couldn’t leave a mark on the walls.”

"So, I took that opportunity to carefully experience what it felt like to be burned by flames."

"However, what puzzles me is that the feeling of being burned by flames is just the feeling of being burned by flames, nothing more."

Kal'tsit looked at the Undead.

"This is different from the sensory experience the doctor described to me. There was no so-called tearing and penetrating sensation from the inside out; it was just a simple burning sensation."

"Then, at the beginning of the fiftieth restart, I controlled my thoughts and didn't think of you immediately."

"In the next few restarts, I tried my best to maintain my mindset before seeing you, making sure that I didn't think that the person I was looking for was you."

Simply put, Kal'tsit found the simplest way to break the deadlock in just two or three restarts.

That is, to search for immortals without any subjective consciousness.

It sounds easy, but it's actually not that simple.

Even the immortals realized what was strange about this.

"Therefore, I am the key."

"Correct."

Kal'tsit nodded, and she said solemnly.

“You are the key to that dream. If it weren’t for you, I would still be trapped here.”

"Based on the location I noted down, I approached you during the next few restarts and finally managed to reach your door and knock on your door."

"Although you drew your greatsword and cut me in two during the last reboot, you didn't use your strange Originium Arts, and even Mon3tor reacted to that attack, so it shouldn't have been you."

"That's why I asked you to show your identification when I saw you."

Kal'tsit turned her gaze back to the campfire in front of her, her emotions still calm.

"Then, I'm sitting here, which means I've woken up."

No wonder Kal'tsit's first words were to tell the Undead to unleash their First Flame.

In that strange dream, Kal'tsit could trust no one.

The Fire Mage reached out and grasped the Undead's hand, then bent down to clean the dirt from his gauntlets.

The immortal continued to ask questions.

"So, none of them woke up?"

"No one woke up. When I came over, I heard noises the whole way, but there were no obvious noises from any of the rooms."

Kal'tsit clasped her hands together, her index finger tapping the back of her other hand.

“In a normal military camp, the garrison troops would have already changed patrols by now. But today, even the soldiers who were out on guard duty earlier haven’t changed shifts.”

"I don't know if I can wake them up in this state, or if there will be any side effects or bad results. So I don't recommend trying to wake anyone up right now."

Just as Kal'tsit finished speaking, both the Undead and Kal'tsit heard the same voice.

A series of short, cautious footsteps slowly approached the Undead's door and finally stopped at the entrance.

The Undead and Kal'tsit exchanged a glance.

The shadow behind Kal'tsit stirred once more, and the Undead clenched his fist in his left hand.

I don't know who's standing at the door, but since it's this time, there's no need to show mercy.

Just as they were about to strike first, a voice came from outside the door.

"Mr. Undying, are you still awake?"

Upon hearing this voice, both of them showed expressions of surprise.

"Logos?"

Kal'tsit asked, unsure if Logos was standing outside the door.

"Dr. Kal'tsit? You're here too."

Before Logos could speak again, the Undead gave Kal'tsit a look, signaling her to open the door.

Kal'tsit opened the door, revealing the man standing outside. Logos held a quill pen in his hand and two crumpled pieces of paper in his left hand, the purpose of which was unknown.

Logos's mood gradually calmed down after seeing Kal'tsit.

"Come in and talk."

Kal'tsit didn't let Logos stand outside the door.

After entering the room, Logos nodded slightly to the undead in greeting before sitting down by the campfire with Kal'tsit.

"You're actually awake... While I was indeed a little surprised, considering your abilities, it doesn't seem so surprising after all."

Kal'tsit looked around and found several unopened bottles of drinking water on a table in the Undead's room.

I threw a bottle to Logos and took one for myself.

"Did you just wake up too?"

No, I didn't sleep.

Logoso shook his head; he hadn't slept all night, so there was no way he could have entered a dream.

"Perhaps it was intuition, or something more mysterious. After I returned to my room yesterday, I started rushing to make spell sticks that I might need during this period. When I was rushing to make them late into the night, I couldn't sleep at all, so I simply lay on the bed until the sky lit up with a white light."

"Then I waited in bed, thinking I'd wait until there was some noise outside before going out to check, so as not to disturb everyone's rest. But there was absolutely no noise. It wasn't until I heard someone run into the building and heard you knocking on the door that I decided to come out and take a look."

Logos tossed the crumpled paper into the campfire in front of him, watching it burn completely before pulling the quill pen to his chest.

"So, apart from the four of us here, no one else has woken up?"

"Yes, we are the only ones who are still sober."

Kal'tsit nodded, twisted open the water bottle in her hand, and took a sip.

"Hmm... Logos, since you didn't sleep all night, did you hear anything unusual?"

"No."

Logos answered very decisively.

"This is also what I find strange. I didn't hear anything. The footsteps of the soldiers patrolling that I could faintly hear before have disappeared without me noticing."

Before I heard your footsteps, there was silence, a silence as if I were all alone.

Kal'tsit turned her gaze to the undead on the other side.

Even the immortals shook their heads.

"No."

He was awake all night, but like Logos, he didn't notice anything amiss.

"This basically eliminates the possibility that someone attacked us in the middle of the night."

Kal'tsit unconsciously reached up and rubbed her forehead.

"So, in other words, we were already affected when we entered Iberia...?"

Logos immediately understood what Kal'tsit meant.

"That monster?"