Ark Chess Player

There are approximately nine surprise boxes hidden in the fifth district of the outer ring of Longmen, each in a different location, yet they all work together to create a chain reaction. W, an expert in explosives and geotechnical engineering, understands where to place explosives to achieve a resonance effect.

The remote control for the time bomb was in her hands; she could wipe out the Rhodes Island team here at any time if she wanted. Of course, the mission target would also perish here, which, in a sense… aligned with her interests—a quick way to achieve her objective. The downside was that hastily eliminating the target would jeopardize her position within the Reunion Movement.

W shook her hand, tossing the remote control up and down in her palm, but she hesitated to press the detonation button.

“Let me see why Theresa chose you…” W muttered to herself, putting the remote back in her pocket, tugging at the gun on her shoulder, and a charming smile curving her lips. “Don’t die too quickly, you little brat.”

"Speaking of which, where's that gloomy, blockhead guy? Did he run away?"

W muttered to himself, "I haven't found any trace of the doctor."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around in terror, gun in hand. The safety was already engaged, ready to fire a grenade at any moment.

The evil spirits of the Tower of Babel are like ghosts, always appearing without warning when the enemy is least prepared.

"No?! Yeah, right! I know you're here! Die!!"

W turned around again, knowing full well that Dr. Babel loved to play dirty tricks, launching a surprise attack the moment people let their guard down! She even called it the "turnaround kill," claiming that she learned it from Lisa during a friendly exchange at a Silent Hill PT.

"Damn... still nothing?"

W, in a battle of wits with thin air, subconsciously swore and gave an awkward yet polite smile.

Has the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel really run away?

Shame!

On the other side, Amiya was full of question marks as she watched W clown around on a distant high platform.

What kind of tactic is this? Is it a distraction tactic? And it's incredibly effective!

"Amiya, the enemy is here."

The Kingslayer leaped lightly, landing gracefully from the rooftop of the abandoned building. She moved with the agility of a feather, arriving beside Amiya without a sound, not even stirring the dust on the ground.

Franka's eyes widened in shock. She subconsciously touched the extra fat that had accumulated around her waist due to the excellent food on Rhodes Island.

One of Rhodes Island's unsolved mysteries is why the Kingslayer maintains such a good physique yet weighs so little.

Could it be that the regicide's plump and rounded figure was actually inflated?

Damn it, this makes me want to try it out for myself!

The regicide felt a chill creeping over him for no apparent reason.

“Amiya, the short guy walking towards us is called Bonebreaker, his real name is Alex. He is an officer of the Reunion Commando Team. The transforming gunblade in his hand was unearthed from an ancient ruin and went through several transfers before finally being handed to him. Be careful, his weapon has armor-piercing power, it's best not to let a heavy-armored operator confront him one-on-one.”

The kingslayer openly and frankly betrayed his former teammates, without any hesitation, and even became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.

Amiya gazed thoughtfully at the approaching Bonebreaker in the distance, her eyes unconsciously lingering on his weapon. In that instant, she seemed to see countless ferocious evil spirits roaring, stretching out their claws, writhing as if trying to break free of their confinement and reappear in the world.

Amiya's face turned pale; she was startled and took a step back.

This weapon seems to devour souls; countless monstrous beasts have perished on its blade, their essence refined into its power, condemned to eternal damnation.

Do all weapons from ancient ruins have this effect?

Amiya clenched her small fist.

—I really want the same one!

Chapter 297 The Kingslayer's Rhodes Island Adventure (4K)

"Don't worry, I'm here."

The Kingslayer patted Amiya's head. Her hands were rough from years of gripping weapons, but they gave a sense of reassurance.

“Alex has never beaten me, and he won’t this time either, nor will he ever.”

The regicide spoke slowly, recalling many past events.

Alex was taken in by Lin Lu, just like Qiu Ke'er, and was one of his first students.

Lin Lu not only taught them how to master their own power, but also how to recognize their own position in this cruel world, understand their own value, and... not to do things they would regret.

The Kingkiller had wondered if things would have been different if he had stayed with the Reunion Movement.

Can she stop Talulah? No.

Can she change the treatment of infected people? No.

Can she lead the Reunification Movement onto a new path? No.

After much deliberation, the regicide concluded that his decision at the time was correct.

She wasn't acting impulsively, blinded by Lin's good looks; she followed Lin Lu according to her own will. She had waited so many years for Lin Lu, and he had finally come to take her away. Even though he had lost his memory, Lin Lu remained unchanged.

Since arriving on Rhodes Island, the Kingslayer found that these ten days seemed more exciting than her previous two years. She saw many different landscapes, made some people she could call friends, and even got to see Lin Lu, whom she had been longing for.

Life seemed to have hope again.

The regicide began to look forward to each day.

This was something she had never dared to imagine before.

When the Kingslayer signed her real name and codename on her Rhodes Island employee contract, gaining the authority of a six-star operator and the ability to act autonomously on Rhodes Island ships, she deliberately concealed her presence, using her own eyes to witness the legendary pharmaceutical company firsthand.

The Kingslayer wanted to see why Lin Lu chose to come here after leaving Reunion. What was different about this place compared to Reunion? What was so special about Rhodes Island that allowed it to retain so many Oripathy infected individuals?

Her first stop on her Rhodes Island adventure was the HR office, where she had just signed her operator contract.

To be honest, the Kingslayer could understand every single word on the Rhodes Island operator contract, but she couldn't understand it when they were put together. She pondered for nearly thirty seconds, then decisively gave up and shoved the contract into Lin Lu's hands. She let Lin Lu decide whether to sign it or not; if he said yes, she would sign it immediately.

At the time, Lawyer Lin even laughed at her, asking if she would sign a marriage registration form if he presented it to her.

The regicide immediately said that if the man were Lawyer Lin, wouldn't that be even better? They could sign right now!

The ball hit Lin squarely in the face, nearly stunning him, and for a moment he felt an urge to print out a marriage registration form.

The Kingslayer's Rhodes Island tour begins, where she sees Zilan, also infected with Oripathy, tackling mountains of paper documents in her office while caring for another infected girl, Puffka. Despite Zilan's constant complaints about the endless work, her body betrays her by diligently annotating document after document.

Not only that, Zilan also comforted young Puffka, taught her to read, and gave her fairy tale books to read.

"Keep going, working class!"

The King Killer, not wanting to disturb Zilan's work, silently left the personnel department and wandered aimlessly around the ship.

She concealed her tracks, observing her new home like a ghost, or like a monarch surveying her new territory.

The Kingslayer saw Tsukimi, who always appeared frivolous, fighting desperately in the training room. The fierce female instructor, Dobermann, showed no mercy, wielding her whip to break through Tsukimi's defenses from various tricky angles. The specially made rattan whip struck Tsukimi's expensive, impractical suit, leaving red marks. Instructor Dobermann reprimanded Tsukimi, saying that if she wanted to protect those important to her, she needed to become stronger, more precise, and faster. Besides combat skills, the fundamentals were paramount; you couldn't just scare the enemy away with a fancy move!

The kingslayer was so engrossed in listening that he unconsciously relaxed his concealed aura, almost alerting Dobermann, who quickly made his escape.

As she pondered Dobermann's words, she unconsciously walked to the familiar medical ward, where she happened to find the operatives having a meeting.

The Kingslayer has a natural fear of meeting rooms. Having once been a cadre of the Reunion Movement, she struggles to stay awake whenever Talulah calls a meeting. She has absolutely no desire to focus her energy on logistical support, military reserves, or human resources. For her, it's more about simply following Talulah's instructions, going wherever she is told to attack, cutting off the target's head—completing the mission is that simple.

"Ok?"

The kingslayer, who was originally trying to escape, inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure. Her footsteps gradually became lighter, and she stopped.

Kal'tsit, that fierce old woman, stood on the podium, her expression utterly cold, as if the whole world owed her money. She always looked unhappy and was anything but likable. But undeniably, Kal'tsit's voice possessed a magical power, captivating listeners to every word she spoke.

The regicide listened quietly; for the first time, she had been able to remain patient and listen attentively.

Kal'tsit glanced at the Kingslayer; she was discussing Lin Lu's heroic act of shattering the Cataclysmic Clouds in the central city of Chernobog, an event that had a certain impact on Terra's ecosystem. For five whole days, the skies above Chernobog were crystal clear, with the Originium particle index reaching an unprecedented low, as if returning to the era a thousand years ago before Originium was discovered.

Moreover, even the fragments of the fallen Originium that were shattered into fine pieces, according to the medical operators present who collected them and sent them back to Rhodes Island for analysis, had a radiation index of almost zero! They were far purer than ordinary Originium, and the energy they contained was equivalent to compressed and processed Originium, making them equivalent to ultra-high-quality Originium.

This not only means opening up a new path for the Originium industry, but more importantly... if we can reconstruct and analyze the Originium Arts technique unit used by Lin Lu at that time, we might be able to create equipment to reduce Originium radiation. If this equipment could be popularized throughout Terra, perhaps in a few decades, the infection rate of Oripathy would be greatly reduced, and even developing a drug to treat Oripathy would no longer be just wishful thinking.

This is a feat that no current Terra system can achieve.

Kal'tsit turned on the projector and gave the operators a detailed analysis of Lin Lu's single-handedly fighting against the natural disaster, including the energy principles involved. She displayed the simulated data on the big screen, welcoming everyone present to further discuss and analyze it together.

The King Killer didn't quite understand what was going on.

She summed it all up in one sentence: In short, Kal'tsit's meetings only had one topic.

"Lin Lu is incredibly fierce!"

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like Kal'tsit is smiling.

Hmm, it's probably just my imagination, it's definitely just my imagination!

Kal'tsit's laughter is less like an iron tree blooming and more like Talulah crying.

As the medical department's meeting gradually shifted towards academic topics, the Kingslayer grew increasingly bored and left with a heart full of pride. Of course she was proud; she didn't care what others thought of her, but she was very concerned about what others thought of Lin Lu. This was probably the little trouble that came with having such an outstanding boyfriend? Seriously, what can I do when my Lin Lu is so amazing!

The Rhodes Island tour continues. The Kingslayer saw Airburst bustling back and forth in the trading post, Horned Peak busy in the Rhodes Island canteen, and First Snow resting on the cat tree in the central rest area.

She saw Herag in the coffee shop, having his beard tugged by a cute girl. Herag smiled wryly, his eyes full of affection.

She saw Croissant at her stall in the corridor, and Provence chasing after the Cleaner. It seemed that on her way back to Rhodes, Provence had bought some lovely clothes in Victoria and wanted the Cleaner to try them on. The Cleaner immediately ran away; she wasn't used to such light, airy clothes. She felt somewhat inferior, believing that someone like her, with hands stained with filth, shouldn't stand in the sunlight. Provence, however, was completely oblivious, focused solely on making the Cleaner look beautiful.

In a sense, the Kingslayer began to enjoy this feeling, immersing herself in this comfortable atmosphere. Although she didn't know these people, she could sense the truly unadorned daily life of Rhodes Island, observing everyone's lives.

The Kingslayer hopped and skipped across the deck, the last stop on her tour.

She looked up and saw Angelina soaring freely atop her Originium staff. The girl weaved through the night, deep blue ghostly flames illuminating the sky, and she could vaguely sense the Originium Arts emanating from her. She hadn't expected such a young girl to be so adept at manipulating Originium Arts, rivaling even some royal sorcerers from certain countries, capable of performing a series of highly difficult maneuvers in mid-air.

The regicide lowered her head and looked into the distance, where she spotted a purple-haired girl with tears welling in her eyes.

The girl with pigtails, dressed in fluorescent clothes, shimmered on the deck at night, yet she sat pitifully in a corner. She looked quite frail; her long, slender legs, visible beneath her black shorts, accentuated her shapely figure, which was prominently displayed in her white tank top. A necklace with identification tags hung from her chest. Her fair waist was exposed to the air, surprisingly free of excess fat, suggesting she had worked out.

"Why are you crying, little sister?"

The regicide squatted down and asked, his posture quite unrefined.

She spread her legs like a thug, but luckily she was wearing jeans, otherwise it would have been considered indecent.

The lion scorpion raised her head and looked at the stranger in front of her. It took her a long time to realize that she had been discovered.

"Hey hey hey?! Can you see me? I'm here, I'm here!"

"I can see it, I can see it... Enough, stop wagging your tail! Watch out!"

The lion scorpion was so excited that her 140-centimeter-long scorpion tail swayed back and forth, startling the kingslayer's tail into bristling. She could clearly feel the hidden killing power of that tail, especially the sharp stinger at the end, which could easily pierce a person.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

The lion scorpion quickly curled her tail. This wasn't the first time she had frightened someone; her tail was usually tucked away except during battle. Perhaps because of the great blow she had suffered today, she passively entered a defensive stance, hiding in a corner.

Huh? Was I discovered while I was using my abilities?

The Manticore possesses a rare ability to become invisible, a power that significantly hinders her communication. This prevents her clumsy social skills from being further improved or adapted, resulting in an overly gentle, shy, and sometimes even timid personality. She rarely speaks in complete sentences, sometimes leading to misunderstandings of her intended meaning.