Ark Undead

"As long as we can find a watchtower that is still intact, we can locate Arke's position from the watchtower's nautical chart and send a call signal to it."

“Alk is in a dormant state. Once it receives the call of this code, it will activate itself and sail toward us.”

The fact that Kal'tsit mentioned meant that they had the means to travel to Agor.

At least for most people here, that's their goal.

This news greatly excited everyone present.

As long as they can get to Agor, their efforts will not have been in vain.

"An intact watchtower..."

Carmen stroked his white beard and rubbed his chin for a while, the bandages on his palms very noticeable.

During last night's camp defense battle, Carmen kept firing his hand cannon. As a human, his body clearly couldn't withstand such frequent impacts.

Even with the physique of a Grand Inquisitor, his tiger's mouth cracked as a result, and even his bones ached slightly.

"If we're looking for an intact watchtower, the one closest to us was inspected by our patrol team just a week ago."

Carmen then spoke up.

"The Iberian Defense Forces have recruited engineers from Agor. Although they cannot inspect the core systems, they can still conduct trial runs."

"Unfortunately, at that time we did not find any ships on the nautical charts that could respond."

Carmen's tone was full of regret.

But he quickly adjusted, after all, what was in front of him was a code that could make the ship respond.

"Now let's arrange the itinerary. The whole team will set off in ten hours."

Kal'tsit made the final decision, finalizing the upcoming itinerary.

In fact, this is the answer everyone wanted, so there was no objection.

Finally, Kal'tsit and Carmen stayed behind to discuss the specific plan.

After all, not everyone is suited to go to Agor. And there's no guarantee that there won't be any dangers along the way to the watchtower.

Although the dream had ended, the attacks from Hai Si did not stop.

Compared to when the dream first arrived, Hai Si now only occasionally echoes around the camp.

But this also foreshadows very bad news.

Hai Si has already come ashore.

I wonder what's happening to the people of Iberia outside of this place. But Carmen no longer has time to care about that.

If all of them never return, Carmen will have to make arrangements for what to do next.

The two continued talking in the conference room for a while.

As Kal'tsit left with the documents in her hands, a figure caught her eye.

To be precise, it was this person who came up to Kal'tsit and blocked her way.

"Dr. Kal'tsit."

The deep-sea hunter, skilled in using a long spear, spoke very politely to Kal'tsit.

"I have something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Is this place convenient? Or should we find a more secluded spot?"

Kal'tsit seemed to already know what Gladys was going to say to her.

Goredia nodded silently.

Led by Kal'tsit, the two arrived at the lounge of the Rhodes Island medical camp.

As soon as she entered the room, Kal'tsit hadn't even had a chance to ask Gladys what had happened.

"Then Gretya spoke up."

"Dr. Kal'tsit, you recently performed surgery on those two warriors to remove their organs, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Kal'tsit nodded. There was nothing to hide; Patch had already explained the reason for this to everyone.

Upon hearing Kal'tsit's admission, Gladys took two steps to the side, blocking the only doorway.

In the dim light, Goredia pulled her bodysuit down a little at the neck.

Kal'tsit's pupils suddenly contracted, and her hand instinctively gripped the corner of the table behind her.

"This is?!"

On Goredia's neck, patches of scales were pieced together from soft tissue that resembled the flesh of Hai Si.

Under the dim yellow light, it reflected an eerie glow.

443. Message

"I didn't want to come to you, but I felt..."

Goredia straightened her collar to make sure the bandages wrapped around her body wouldn't be easily noticed.

Half an hour had passed. During that time, Kal'tsit had sealed off the entire operating room and performed the surgery by herself.

Goredia's entire body was almost entirely covered by those black scales and soft tissues.

The wrists were also covered with rough treatment marks.

One can imagine that, in order to prevent her teammates from noticing her abnormality, she repeatedly used her fingernails or weapons to cut off the scales that had grown onto her wrists, along with her flesh.

However, such efforts were ultimately just a drop in the ocean. If this thing continued to grow unchecked, Goredia couldn't imagine what it would eventually become.

"When did it start?"

Kal'tsit looked at Gladys, who was lying on the bed tidying her clothes.

The anesthesia had just worn off.

In order to make sure that the Deepsea Hunter's body could also feel the paralysis effect, Kal'tsit used almost ten times the dosage of an elite operator, which allowed the Deepsea Hunter to sleep for less than half an hour.

"From the moment I stepped ashore."

Goredia no longer hesitated to tell Kal'tsit about this.

“I spent some time in Iberia. I’ve never been to Iberia before, even though I know it used to be on good terms with Agor.”

“After Agor’s accident, I hid in Iberia until I met the Golden Knight.”

“Mr. Onstan?”

Kal'tsit naturally understood who Gladys was referring to.

"Didn't he notice the changes in you?"

"No... okay, maybe he did, but he didn't say it out loud."

After thinking it over carefully, Gladys concluded that Onstan knew about the changes in her body.

"At least for now, I haven't been honest with anyone except you."

Gladys looked at Kal'tsit, wanting her to believe her words.

Because right now, only Kal'tsit knows how to handle her body.

“I didn’t want to tell anyone, but I couldn’t hold on any longer. And you are the one who can control dreams.”

Goredia also made many considerations.

If Kal'tsit hadn't shown her extraordinary connection with the dream in the end, Gladys probably wouldn't have told Kal'tsit about her changes.

“These things… I can feel them, they crave my body. But while changing my torso, they are also giving me greater power.”

“The closer I got to Agor, the more obvious the changes in my body became, but I could not abandon Agor and leave alone.”

"For the Agor people, this is like a mission; we cannot refuse the responsibility that comes with our birth."

While listening to Greta explain her situation, Kal'tsit tidied up the surgical instruments beside her.

She placed the scales she had plucked from Goredia into a specific container.

I had already asked Gladys, and she didn't object to Kal'tsit collecting them for research purposes.

However, when Kal'tsit heard that Gladys considered returning to Agor her mission, she paused for a moment while packing her things.

"Do all the Agorians...think the same way you do?"

When Kal'tsit asked this question, Goredia didn't think too much about it.

She simply assumed that Kal'tsit had started subconsciously probing for information about the Deepsea Hunters again.

However, this is not something worth hiding, and it has no value.

"Yes, at least the other two who are still alive should agree with my thinking."

“Dr. Kal'tsit, this is not our own will, but some kind of voice in our heads urging us to take this action.”

Gracey straightened her clothes, looked up at Kal'tsit, and said.

"Of course, we don't object. After all, it's where we were born, our hometown. And one always has to go back to their hometown."

"Moreover, as deep-sea hunters, hunting down sea creatures is our duty. Allowing a sea creature to occupy Agor is a disgrace to deep-sea hunters."

As one of the builders of Agor, Kal'tsit was deeply moved when she heard the deep-sea hunters recount this story.

"Alright, let's leave the topic of your mission here for now. What are you planning to do next?"

Kal'tsit finished packing her things and turned to look at Gladys.

“I only temporarily treated the external symptoms for you. You should know that the real change comes from your bloodline.”

Kal'tsit said it without any hesitation.

“Deepsea Hunters possess some characteristics of Sea Heirs from the moment they are born... Don’t look at me like that; even analysis can reveal it.”

"This is why Deepsea Hunters are naturally able to move more efficiently in dreams. You are given preferential treatment in dreams, as dreams classify you as Sea Heirs."

"The dream is over now, and you have to face the facts."