Ark Undead

"The events that happen in dreams are a reproduction based on a person's consciousness and memory. In other words, what you see are things that have happened in the past, and some of them are deductions made by the dream. But this past is something that happened a long time ago. We can't say for sure whether the doctor back then is the same person as the doctor now."

Skadi had already told Melantha the reason why she appeared in the dream, and Melantha understood that the dream she had mistakenly entered was actually the key location of her teacher and Lady Kal'tsit's mission.

Driven by the desire to help her teacher, Melantha also began to search for clues in her dreams with great effort.

However, the scenes they walked through were all white corridors and rooms filled with various experimental equipment.

No clues were found that were related to a ship.

Just as they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue forward, a somewhat ethereal voice appeared beside them.

"Is this the spark left behind by humanity during the war between the gods?"

The voice was very soft, and Melanie instinctively thought it was the older sister who was sitting next to the teacher speaking.

But upon closer listening, there are actually significant differences; it's just that their tones are somewhat similar.

"Yes, this is the ship left behind from the War of the Gods, Alk."

Everyone recognized the voice; it was the doctor's voice.

The three of them turned around at the same time and saw the image appear in the corridor.

The doctor, dressed in a style very similar to his current clothes, was standing next to a white-haired woman.

Their illusory figures passed through the three people's bodies and continued to walk forward, exchanging words as they went.

"Can I really find the answer here?"

"If you want, that's fine."

The doctor's tone was slightly respectful.

"This may put some pressure on you, but the future of the world is now in your hands. I won't force you to make a decision; I will simply guide you through the past, helping you understand the fate of Kazdel. And what makes you, as its king, so special?"

"That's fine."

The woman had a smile on her face, full of anticipation.

"Perhaps, I'll even get to see Kal'tsit laughing out loud?"

As they spoke, the two phantoms moved forward again, ignoring Melantha and the others who remained behind.

The girls exchanged glances and made their decision simultaneously.

Let's go and see.

424. Dialogue with the Creator

This was her first day in Arke. Accompanied by her most trusted strategist, Theresa arrived at the top deck of the ship and randomly chose a room on the ship as her place of stay.

She came here to find the way the doctor had described—the way to change the future and achieve her dreams.

The two arrived in Arke in the dream, and in reality, they also settled in Iberia for a period of time, waiting for the Doctor to arrange everything before bringing Theresa into the dream.

Of course, before entering the dream, the doctor had asked Theresa if she was psychologically prepared to face the secrets.

It wasn't until she actually arrived at the ship that existed only in her dreams that Theresa realized that the secrets she was encountering were not just the so-called hidden history.

Rather, it is the true origin, the beginning of Terra.

"Doctor, how long can I stay here?"

Theresa sat on the bed and asked the loyal strategist in front of her.

The doctor roughly estimated in his mind before answering.

"At most one month. After one month, the Tower of Babel will be in chaos. You must keep the Tower of Babel running until you are ready to make a choice. At least for now, we cannot lose your presence."

Theresa nodded slightly. She looked around the antique room, at the intricate decorations and patterns, and couldn't help but reach out and place her hand on the bed beside her.

"You mean this is Kal'tsit's old room?"

"Yes."

When the king in front of him asked him this question, a hint of nostalgia seemed to appear in the doctor's eyes.

"This is the room Kal'tsit was assigned, and she has lived here for at least three years. But in those three years, she probably didn't actually sleep in her own room many times, or take any time to properly prepare it."

The doctor followed Theresa's gaze to the house, which clearly did not resemble the dwelling of a woman.

"Her colleagues all told her to pay attention to her personal quality of life. But she always went to the medical room and stayed with the experimental subjects she had researched. Sometimes when she was sleepy at night, she would just fall asleep on the table."

"Except for some special anniversaries each year, when I go back to my room to get a good night's sleep, I rarely come back."

Their room was extremely basic.

Aside from bookshelves filled with books and desks piled high with books and documents, there are at most one or two picture frames elsewhere.

The room's decor is also simple; one wall hasn't even been repainted and still looks like it was made of raw materials.

Theresa reached out and brushed her hand across the bed, a slight smile on her face.

"She doesn't seem to have changed much in this respect, whether she was before or now."

Even though she has forgotten the past, some things are still buried in her heart. She has never realized it and they have become part of her subconscious.

The two were naturally evaluating Kal'tsit's lifestyle at that time.

Theresa started the conversation, and of course, she wasn't going to let it end there, so she continued.

"When you came, you told me that neither you nor Kal'tsit were from this era. So you wanted to bring me to see the truth, to see the past that the people of Terra have forgotten."

“I was very surprised when I heard that. I thought you were talking about a hundred or a thousand years ago. I didn’t expect it to have been so long.”

"So, according to you, the Terra race today are all experimental subjects that you and Kal'tsit researched back then?"

"In other words, you, and even our..."

Theresa took some time to think about the word, but when she said it, she was still not quite sure.

"The Creator?"

This title is truly shocking and unacceptable.

However, the doctor seems to have gotten used to being addressed like that.

"While that is true in theory, neither Kal'tsit nor I have ever considered ourselves creators."

Speaking of this, the Doctor casually pulled out a stool that Kal'tsit used to sit on and quietly sat down.

"Human development and reproduction are an unchangeable instinct, and this trend and process have not changed even with the changing times."

"That great man was nothing but an unknown nobody before he rose to power. It was not his intention to be called a god by many people of the old era."

"What Kal'tsit and I did was simply to incorporate some resistance to the power of the abyss into the human genome."

"By keeping the abyss out of contact with humans, it can exhibit extraordinary corrosiveness."

"Today, its alterations to the human body to varying degrees have become a characteristic of racial classification."

"Rather than saying that Kal'tsit and I are creators, it would be more accurate to say that we simply provided you with the necessities for survival."

"The humans of Terra today have become an extremely diverse group. We are merely the providers."

"Perhaps, even if I hadn't done it, this would have happened at some point in the future."

"Humanity will adapt to the Abyss and no longer become its food. This is a future that both Kal'tsit and I are certain of. We simply wanted to see this future, so we moved the hands of time a little faster."

The doctor was very open-minded, and he never regarded himself as a god.

From the moment he was born as a child of the abyss who was sometimes able to remain lucid, he had foreseen this day.

"Now that my body has undergone experimental modification and has become a special product, am I also the creator of my own body?"

"Kal'tsit chose a different path; she chose to constantly change her body in order to achieve so-called immortality. So, is she also her own creator?"

"We have always been the same kind of people, just that we have walked a longer road."

The doctor spoke casually, but the marks that time had left on them were quite evident.

Theresa watched the strategist speak eloquently in front of her, while she sat on the bed, propping herself up with her hands and looking at the doctor.

She would also imagine whether Kal'tsit used to sit on the bed like this, holding a book in her hands and wearing pajamas.

Kal'tsit would sometimes forget to sleep because she was reading, and she would also be troubled when her experiments stalled, and then she would confide in the Doctor.

Was Kal'tsit once such a vibrant person?

The white-haired Sarkaz king asked softly.

"Doctor, do you think Kal'tsit has changed a lot?"

When faced with this topic in front of Theresa, the doctor didn't give an answer immediately.

He sat in the chair, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head at Gretia.

"She hasn't changed, she's never changed, she's just forgotten."

Theresa smiled, a very bright smile on her face.

"So, I've become friends with my creator, right? The one you always described as smiling at her test subjects, treating them like her own children, Kal'tsit. Is she now my friend?"

The doctor paused for a moment.

Then a hint of a smile appeared in his voice.

"Yes, isn't that exactly what she is? She's not only your friend, but also a fellow traveler who shares your ideals and stands on the same path as you."

When the doctor said these words, he didn't look like the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel at all.

It was as if he had returned to a time when he didn't have to think about anything and could simply devote his passion to the great cause of realizing his dream.

"May there be no more hunger and cold in Kazdel, may the infected no longer be discriminated against and oppressed, may all people live in peace, and may every Sarkaz have their own country."

With a light laugh, Goredia recited her ideals one by one.

"It really is a dream that sounds crazy."

"But it is precisely because it seems out of reach that it is so precious."

The doctor added.

“Your Majesty, you are indeed the one who deserves the crown.”

"Is it not because you wear a crown that you have an even greater duty as a monarch?"