Ark Undead

Without using any magic, just pure combat skills, the Undead taught Greyhound and Melantha a good lesson.

Now, all they need to do is wait for the return of Gretia and Kroos, and then they're ready to give this sludge aggregate an absolute surprise, starting from the middle section.

"We must hold it off no matter what, until Kal'tsit arrives."

The doctor clenched his fists instinctively.

Even he wasn't entirely confident.

He has done all he could.

The rest depends on whether Kal'tsit can arrive on time.

440. Operating table, 10,000

With a pair of black leather shoes on her feet, Kal'tsit slowly returned to the entrance between the tenth and ninth floors via the stairs.

The Mon3 fan art that previously turned into fluid in front of Kal'tsit to seal off the ninth floor staircase is now riddled with holes.

There are many holes and bumps, and even Mon3tor itself has lost its previous fluidity and elasticity.

A black wall began to slowly flow after sensing Kal'tsit's return.

A small fluid emerged from the black wall formed by Mon3tor, reaching towards Kal'tsit like a tiny hand.

Kal'tsit, feeling a pang of sympathy, reached out her right hand and grasped the small, black, fluid hand that extended from the black wall.

"You've worked hard, child."

Mon3tor let out a somewhat painful groan. However, it continued to try to repair its body.

These are all traces left by the Nightmare's bombardment. Mon3tor, empowered by Kal'tsit's candy, has already reached its limit.

"Change back now, Mom is ready."

So Mon3tor obediently revealed a crack in this space, which then gradually solidified, contracted inward, and transformed back into Mon3tor's original form.

Its body leaned limply against the ground, no longer standing majestically before Kal'tsit as before, but like a child nestled beside its mother, sobbing softly.

Although it seems a bit strange, Mon3tor is indeed able to stand upright only by relying on Kal'tsit's hand. Otherwise, it would have collapsed and returned to Kal'tsit's shadow in the next moment.

"Okay, okay, watch Mom avenge you. Now come back and rest."

Kal'tsit reached out and patted Mon3tor on the head. Mon3tor obediently turned into fluid and returned to the shadow beneath Kal'tsit.

In fact, Mon3tor is part of Kal'tsit's body. He serves as the supporting spine of Kal'tsit's body, living in symbiosis with her.

However, the two sides are also separate and independent entities. They can survive either Mon3tor or Mon3tor losing Kal'tsit.

However, all of this was a choice made voluntarily by the Mon3tors. Their ultimate wish, or rather, their desire, was to become a force that protected Kal'tsit.

Mon3tor was able to follow Kal'tsit into the dream world because it possessed its own independent consciousness and was not a separate entity from Kal'tsit.

Even in the dream world, Mon3tor performed his mission of protecting Kal'tsit very well.

After Mon3tor returned to Kal'tsit's body, Kal'tsit looked up at what was in front of her again.

It was a body standing in the corridor on the tenth floor, its features no longer discernible.

The monster is made of black sludge and tentacles. The tentacles are rolled into balls and wriggle on the ground, leaving black traces wherever they go.

However, its upper body has the appearance of a human, and it can even speak human language to bewitch people.

"Kal'tsit... I thought you had run away and didn't want to face me."

Its voice was still Theresa's voice. But it had become somewhat hoarse, and Kal'tsit could even hear something else behind the normal speech.

This is the change that has occurred in it. The Nightmare of Theresa, born in the dream, possesses the power of Theresa as queen, but is also gradually being eroded by the power of the Lord of Dreams.

Therefore, its words have become filthy, like the ramblings of the Lord of Dreams.

"In the end, you still chose to come back to me, and I'm glad."

Seeing that Mon3tor had put it away, revealing Kal'tsit, Nightmare Theresa didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack Kal'tsit directly.

It wriggled the spherical object beneath it, trying to get closer to Kal'tsit, saying as it approached.

"So, after seeing the whole truth, will you still save me?"

"To save me while I still have a chance to live, and to atone for the mistakes you made?"

Nightmare Theresa, as a part of Theresa preserved in the dream, can naturally sense that Kal'tsit saw another side of herself through a special method.

However, it was confident enough that Kal'tsit would never simply leave her behind.

Because she knew Kal'tsit's personality, and also knew how significant her past bond with Kal'tsit had been.

This means that Kal'tsit would never allow herself to remain in the dream and be devoured by the Lord of Dreams.

In fact, it was right; Kal'tsit would not leave, and she would definitely fulfill her promise to Theresa.

Give her a complete ending.

"Yes, of course I'm here to save you."

Kal'tsit, who had been expressionless, suddenly curled her lips into a strange smile.

"Trust me, Theresa, you know what I'm capable of."

Theresa was overjoyed upon hearing this. She continued to wriggle her lower body toward Kal'tsit. The tentacles that were originally preparing to attack relaxed a bit, and some of them even returned to Theresa's side, reforming into Theresa's arms.

It is undergoing a transformation from monster to human again, which is also to lower Kal'tsit's guard.

However, when Theresa approached, Kal'tsit took two steps back.

Theresa's smile froze, and her wriggling body began to stir restlessly.

"Why are you backing away, Kal'tsit? Didn't you come to save me? Then come closer, just a little closer."

Kal'tsit shook her head and took a small black plate out of her pocket.

It was the controller that had been retrieved from Parry earlier.

"Yes, I'm here to save you."

Kal'tsit's smile remained unchanged as she spoke.

“But you are sick, Theresa. You know, as a doctor, what I am supposed to do is diagnose sick people and then treat them.”

"so..."

As she spoke, Kal'tsit pressed her thumb onto the transparent panel of the controller.

A green light seemed to appear beneath the transparent panel, and an extremely fine needle pierced through it, embedding itself in Kal'tsit's thumb.

After absorbing a small amount of blood, it quickly retracted back into the controller.

The whole process took less than a second, after which a sound came from the controller.

"Biometric authentication complete, login successful."

"Welcome back, Dr. Kal'tsit."

The tiny controller exploded in an instant. However, the scattered parts did not fly off in all directions. Instead, they seemed to recombine like liquid, spreading upwards little by little along Kal'tsit's fingers.

Starting with Kal'tsit's thumb, a black membrane covered her entire right hand.

Red lights then shone from in front of each of Kal'tsit's fingers, turning into green signal lights after the assembly was complete.

"Speaking of which, did you know that the power of the Lord of Dreams can recreate the entire Arke according to the memories of the participants?"

"Coincidentally, the design team consisted of thirteen people, including myself and the PhD student."

"What's more, the doctor and I had already considered what might happen if the experimental subjects rioted when we were designing the tenth and ninth layers. So we were prepared for that."

"Unfortunately, the change happened too quickly, and I couldn't bear to slaughter all my children, which led to the paralysis of Alk and its complete sinking into the deep sea. This facility has never been used since it was installed."

"However, if it weren't for that upheaval back then, we wouldn't be meeting in our dreams today."

Kal'tsit had remembered everything, and she said to Theresa with a smile.

"Guess why the Doctor guided you to the tenth floor and insisted on making a deal with the Lord of Dreams here?"

Theresa felt a strong sense of crisis. The tentacles beneath her trembled restlessly, and the tentacles that had been reassembled into arms began to disperse again, their tips becoming sharp.

"Kal'tsit, what are you doing!"

"Just making up for a regret."

Kal'tsit's smile vanished.

Just like she was on Rhodes Island before, she was calm and composed, calmly facing the ending after experiencing everything.

"It's your regret, and it's my regret too."

After saying that, Kal'tsit clenched her right hand, which was now completely covered by a black membrane, into a fist.

In an instant, the entire tenth level of the Arke ship began to shake.

Dozens of neat cracks appeared on the surrounding walls, with small tubes protruding from them.

Theresa understood that Kal'tsit would not sit idly by and wait for her doom.

She's even planning a counterattack.

Then, a strange cry came from Theresa's mouth, and the tentacles surrounding Theresa, like sharp spears, swarmed towards Kal'tsit.

However, Kal'tsit merely gave her a cold look, then opened her arms, pointing the signal light on her finger at Theresa in front of her.

The black tube protruding from the gap was aimed at the trajectory of the signal light in Kal'tsit's hand, and found the densest green signal dots on Theresa's chest.

The next moment, a sharp, piercing sound exploded through the air.

It's like the sharpest scream a person can make when they're out of control.

Spikes protruding from the small black tube completely blocked the entire passageway.

Spikes extended outward from the inside of the tube, piercing through all the tentacles that were attacking Kal'tsit. They even stopped the tentacles after piercing the ground.

The tentacle closest to Kal'tsit was already five meters in front of her, but it was still pierced through by the dense black spikes and left in place.

The tip of the spike trembled unconsciously, as if it too felt the piercing pain.

This is Kal'tsit's trump card. As one of only two among the twelve Abyss Children to have top-level authority in Abyss research, Kal'tsit possesses special control over the tenth-level laboratory.

When the Ark Ark was first built, the possibility of riots within it was already considered. Therefore, the tenth floor was not only used as a laboratory, but also as a prison and execution platform.