Ark Undead

This is the final wall, and the end of the tenth-floor corridor.

Theresa looked at the wall, her smile growing brighter.

Is this the end?

"Yes."

The doctor's voice was a little soft.

"This is the end of the tenth floor."

"What a pity... I really wanted to learn more about the past."

Theresa let out a long sigh, turned around, and said to the doctor.

"Now that it's over, let's go back."

The doctor looked up and met Theresa's eyes.

There was a deep sense of peace in those beautiful eyes.

"My King..."

"No need to worry, I have already made my choice."

Theresa spoke calmly.

"I thought it would be a tough trip, but it turned out to be surprisingly easy."

"I used to think I would be afraid of death, but now it seems I am actually looking forward to it."

"The only pity is that I can't see that future, nor can I meet the ancient king you worship as a god."

The doctor opened his mouth.

"My king, this is only one side of the story I have..."

Theresa shook her head, firmly interrupting the doctor.

"Don't be sad because I'm leaving. Even though you made the suggestion, you must not feel guilty."

“Sometimes I question whether my ideas are correct. I also have some doubts about the future you described.”

"But as you said, fire is the only way to deal with darkness."

"Looking back now, if in that future people were smiling, there would be no more discrimination, and they could freely enjoy their one and only life."

"Then such a future is absolutely correct."

Ultimately, faced with Theresa's gaze, the Doctor chose to submit.

He bowed deeply to Theresa.

Faced with the doctor's bow, this true idealist woman stood dignifiedly and accepted the full courtesy.

Then, she raised her arm.

"Now, light the fire for me."

That's what Theresa said.

427. Kal'tsit's Trial

The journey to the tenth floor was certainly not smooth sailing.

For Kal'tsit, this path is more difficult than when she entered Arrk.

"Look at your frail state now, how is it any different from how you used to be?"

"Is this all there is to your growth over these ten thousand years? Then what is the meaning of everything you have experienced?"

Not only does she face the ever-present threat of the Sea King, but Kal'tsit is also constantly subjected to the seduction and interference from the nightmare Theresa beside her.

Kal'tsit currently only has some guesses about her purpose. But if the guesses are not confirmed, they will remain guesses.

Therefore, Kal'tsit ignored her and continued walking towards the lower levels.

Along the way, what Kal'tsit saw always activated some familiar and special points in her mind.

The murals in the corridors, the words and objects hanging in the surrounding rooms, were all deeply stimulating Kal'tsit's mind.

Her consciousness and thoughts began to subtly shift in some strange way.

She didn't know whether this was good or bad.

But at least now, she wouldn't say a single word to the nightmare beside her, nor would she react to her words in the slightest.

Like a puppet, expressionless, it moved towards the next level.

In this state, Kal'tsit's symbiotic Mon3tor also unleashed even greater power, its dark body becoming even more intense, and the flames it spewed from its mouth growing ever deeper.

No one knows how Mon3tor possessed Kal'tsit. But Mon3tor's complete obedience to Kal'tsit is as if she were a part of him.

As Kal'tsit grows stronger, Mon3tor's power will gradually awaken.

Soon, the news of Kal'tsit's progress reached the ears of the others.

Two other groups of people were also on this ship.

"Did you hear anything?"

Greyhound's ears perked up, and he looked around warily, ready to unleash his Originium Arts to begin combat at any moment.

"That thumping sound, and a bit... hissing?"

The Undead silently looked at the Greyhound, then raised his right hand again.

The greyhound shrank back and quickly tried to explain.

"No, I should be fine now. It's just that I feel some noise coming from below. My hearing has always been very good. Is it possible that other people have come to this ship like us?"

"If there is, then it means there is a battle."

The Undead slowly lowered his right hand, refraining from delivering a heavy punch to the Greyhound.

Instead, he placed his palm against the wall next to him, trying to feel the fluctuations coming from below.

Just as Greyhound had said, the Undead, with his exquisite senses, did indeed hear a special sound, just as Greyhound had described.

"There are people here. Fight."

The immortals quickly made their judgment.

"They're not far from us."

All the decks of this ship are connected, and by going down floor by floor, you will naturally find more clues.

And they are now on the third floor.

This is the floor where the coordinates might be hidden, which the group learned about during their information gathering on the first floor.

"Let's finish searching the third layer first, and then we can talk about the rest."

Seeing that the two of them were once again drawn to the battle, W quickly spoke up.

"Don't forget, the further down you go, the stronger that strange attraction becomes for the Greyhound."

It is almost certain that Theresa has become a strange symbol here.

With each floor the greyhound descended, the whispers in his ears grew clearer, guiding him forward all the way to the tenth floor to pay his respects.

The most urgent task is indeed to find the coordinates first.

The immortal nodded and then pushed open the door in front of him.

This is a double door made of wood.

These kinds of doors are usually used to protect books and various paper documents.

As everyone suspected, this is where the documents are stored on the entire Arke ship.

As soon as I pushed open the door, my view was filled with filing cabinets and wooden shelves.

Just as the three of them pushed open the door, they saw a peculiar figure standing in front of one of the wooden shelves.

He held a book in his hand and quietly looked at it in front of the wooden shelf.

Hearing the voice behind him, he turned around.

The three of them were stunned when they saw the figure.

"PhD?"

That's right, the person standing here is the doctor that the three of them know.

The professor, wearing a coat and a hood, closed his book, nodded to the three of them, and said...

"You've arrived. We've been waiting for you for a long time."

...

All three were mentally prepared to meet the doctor.

The Undead thought they would find the Doctor in their dreams a little later, but to their surprise, he came here to wait for them.

There must be something he wants to tell me; the Undead knows it perfectly well.

As expected, the Doctor briefly sent Greyhound and W to the room to find the coordinates, then pulled the Undead to a corner.

"Go ahead."

The Undead leaned against the bookshelf, looking at the Doctor in front of him.

"What's the matter?"

In the dream, the doctor learned that the immortal had only found out about this yesterday, but the immortal was somewhat prepared for it.

The Doctor is usually elusive, especially after regaining his memories and having a close connection with Agor. It would be strange if he didn't appear here.

"You don't seem surprised?"

The doctor started the conversation with a rhetorical question.

"I thought you would be stunned for a moment, but you were quite calm."

"Kal'tsit, tell me. There's an operator who's seen you."