Ark Chess Player

Among the Yetis, a chilling figure stepped out.

Frostnova, the Yeti Princess of the North and a member of the Reunion Movement.

The girl's gray eyes stared straight at Mephisto, her left hand gripping a staff, the magical fluctuations blurring the outline of the air.

"Mephisto, you have harmed your own people, betrayed Reunion, and disobeyed orders—" Frostnova looked at the Reunion soldiers around her, who were like walking corpses, her eyes filled with rage. She roared, "Do you know your crimes?!"

"Oh?" Mephistopheles sat even more unrestrainedly, and he chuckled, "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known I was so capable."

“Mephisto!!” Frostnova roared.

“If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason!” Mephistopheles retorted loudly, his voice hoarse and grating like scraping metal, his face contorted in a grimace. But he quickly calmed down, leaned back lazily on the stone chair, and yawned.

"You accuse me of harming my own people? Where's the evidence? Betraying the Reunion Movement? Where's the evidence? Disobeying orders? That's a joke! Which of you completed the missions Talulah assigned you? One of you came back empty-handed, losing your commando captain position and daring to act arrogantly in front of me! And you're being unreasonable, coming to my base to criticize me. You and I are both cadres of the Reunion Movement, you think you're worthy to convict me? Fine, hand over Talulah's letter, or I'll kill you for disrupting morale!"

Mephisto raised his hand and pointed at W and Frostnova's noses respectively, speaking with righteous indignation and twisting the truth.

"Dare you say that to these fellow countrymen again!" Froststar said coldly. Hundreds of Reunion Movement Infected who had been transformed into herds could not even utter a wail, their consciousness completely obliterated, turning them into puppets.

"This is a blessing, this is my reward to them. They will become my knights, fighting for me in every corner of the world. If you think they are not doing well, what right do you have to think that? Who are you to them? Come on, Harry, dance for me!"

Mephisto raised his hand and clapped, and with that movement, an Infected member of Reunion stepped out from the crowd. His limbs, stuffed with ore, swayed mechanically, and his pale, cracked mask swayed in Mephisto's palm.

"enough."

Froststar's gaze was sharp; she had no intention of wasting any more words with Mephistopheles.

These scoundrels who manipulate the lives of the infected are no different from the Ursus Inspectorate Army in the Northern Mines; they are no longer considered human.

"What? Unable to refute me, you're planning to take action? How should I put it? It's because of unambitious people like you in the Reunion Movement that we can't even take down a small Rhodes Island—" Mephisto paused slightly, revealing an extremely sarcastic smile, and laughed wildly, "Even now! You didn't even realize you were being followed by the people from Rhodes Island the whole way, what a waste! Rhodes Island folks, have some self-awareness, or I'll have to invite you out."

"Jessica, don't be impulsive!"

The bunker behind the Yeti squad is where the Rhodes Island Mobile Search Squad is hiding.

Upon hearing the other party's confident and unwavering statement, Jessica's shoulders trembled, and she quickly raised her gun, ready to attack.

Meteor quickly pulled her back and said cautiously, "This is probably a trap set by the enemy, just a ploy to lure them in. Don't be fooled! Even if we have to go to war, we have to tell Amiya! There are three, or even four, Reunion cadres here! A single Bonebreaker can cause so much trouble in Lungmen, let alone all of them gathered here now—perhaps Reunion is planning a full-scale attack on Lungmen! Even if we all die, we must get the information out!"

"But...but...he discovered us. If we continue to hide, if he..."

Jessica's breathing was a little erratic; she covered her head, her breathing becoming heavy.

Unpleasant memories flooded her mind, overwhelming her like a tsunami.

written request for leave

Merry Christmas.

After two months, I finally went on a long trip today.

Staying at home for too long has made even normal communication with people difficult. I used to be a supervisor, dealing with clients, merchants, colleagues, and superiors every day, and I thought I was quite eloquent.

Full-time writing is a high-risk profession; proceed with caution.

I went out today to relieve stress. This month, I've been on tenterhooks every day, and my sleep schedule has been completely messed up. Besides the stressful adult college exam at the beginning of the month, my subscription scores this month have returned to July levels... Maybe that's just enough to pay off my social security contributions. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so eager to start a bounty, only to fall into an even deeper negative cycle.

I've already written a million words, and I thought I had a better future ahead of me, but now I feel like I've reached the end.

Okay, enough of this depressing talk!

Today I went out archery. My left arm ached, and my right index, middle, and ring fingers throbbed. But I felt great. It felt wonderful to concentrate on one thing and not think about anything else. I closed my left eye, aimed with my right, focusing on only one target: the bullseye. I spread my legs, kept my waist straight, drew the bow, placed my right hand under my cheek, and stopped the bowstring in front of my nose—released, and shot.

It was especially...comfortable.

It hurts like hell when the bowstring snaps against your skin!

This is the first time I've taken a break from writing this book, and it's also the day my record of updating 110 words continuously without interruption was shattered.

Adjust your mindset and start again.

See you tomorrow.

Chapter 367 Frosty Leaves (4K)

"Partner Killer".

"That's the guy. He dragged his teammates down on his first mission."

"If you're not capable, don't come to Blacksteel. So what if you're number one in your internship? You're nothing on the battlefield."

Nightmarish murmurs echoed in her mind, Jessica's hands trembled, and her breathing became erratic.

Jessica felt as if her mind had been split in two, one part stuck in the past and the other in the present.

"Jay...Ka...Cold...Don't...be impulsive!"

The meteor's call echoed intermittently in Jessica's ears, making it impossible to discern a complete sentence.

Jessica is now struggling with herself and with her past. She can only rely on her own strength to defeat the nightmare, and her nightmare is so powerful that even the once-proud girl no longer has the courage to face it.

Jessica's hand gripping the gun trembled as the image of her former senior, Black Steel, appeared before her eyes.

The man lay in a pool of blood, telling her...

"shot."

Jessica moved.

She peeked out from behind the cover, unleashing her mental power, and at that moment she had perfect control over her firearms.

To be able to master firearms 100% is something that most Sarkaz people can't do, and even a certain talented, mischievous angel can only barely achieve it... but she can master every type of firearm.

While the construction of a handgun appears simple, its operation is actually more difficult than imagined. Mental penetration must be incredibly thorough, otherwise damage is easily caused. Furthermore, the performance of handguns in all aspects is far inferior to other types of firearms, which is why most people choose crossbows. Crossbows do not require immense mental strength and can achieve a silent killing effect.

However, this does not mean that one-handed firearms are useless.

Absolute accuracy, profound mental strength, and unwavering effort are simply because most people cannot achieve them.

"boom!!"

Jessica pulled the trigger.

The distance of nearly 300 meters, the roadblocks formed by countless herds along the way, and the magical field unconsciously emitted by the Yeti Squad were no longer problems.

Jessica's weapon was given a special property, known as—"Always Hit".

The etched bullet, carrying Jessica's obsession, burst forth, its dark green light flashing and disappearing in an instant; only three people present reacted in time.

W looked astonished, Frostnova looked solemn, and Mephisto laughed uncontrollably.

W stole many Guardian Guns from the Sarkaz and tried out how to use them, some even in ingenious ways. Even as a Sarkaz with Originium Arts talent, she found it difficult, and now Jessica's aura far surpassed hers.

If there were any Sarkazans present, they would probably be so surprised they wouldn't be able to close their mouths, their jaws would practically drop to the floor.

Frostnova sensed a strong mental fluctuation, something she hadn't noticed before, not even aware of an enemy following her. If the enemy intended to attack her, she might not be able to react in time.

Mephistopheles was laughing maniacally, a dark green light gradually emerging from his left chest, emitting a piercing sound. The etched bullet pierced his chest, tearing his heart apart, yet he still laughed unrestrainedly, showing no signs of being a dying man.

"Good, very good! This is really interesting, Rhodes Island."

Mephistopheles looked down at his own body and exclaimed in admiration, or rather... he was mocking the ant's futile efforts.

"How could this be..."

Jessica's eyes widened slowly as the warmth gradually dissipated from between her fingers.

Her body was swaying, and the line between reality and nightmare was blurred.

"Ugh."

Meteorite could sense the power Jessica unleashed, and she was certain that even a giant beast would be killed by such a shot. But the reality was that the other party was still alive and well. This was a trap, a trap that Mephisto had deliberately set.

Whatever methods Mephistopheles used, he is still alive, while they have been exposed.

This is the fact.

"retreat."

Shuangye said calmly, holding the spear axe in her left hand and the long-handled axe in her right, and stepped forward to cover the rear.

"Meteorite, you take her away, I'll buy you some time."

"No, we'll go together!" Meteorite set up its crossbow, ready for battle at any moment.

"...Please, take her away."

Frostleaf stood before Jessica, looking at her still struggling with post-traumatic stress disorder, and couldn't help but sigh deeply. She didn't blame Jessica, really; she just... felt a little regretful.

I wish Jessica could have come to Rhodes Island sooner.

Rhodes Island possesses a power that allows people to overcome the past and start a new life.

Frostleaf was once a Colombian child soldier who spent seven years on the battlefield, her youth intertwined with killing. She relentlessly trained, forging her slender frame into a sharp blade, constantly honing her muscle memory, specializing in marksmanship and blunt weapons, compensating for her petite stature.

After Frostleaf's squad was wiped out, she wandered Colombia, becoming a mercenary, sometimes killing simply for a meal. For the past decade, a restless Colombia had been embroiled in friction with its neighboring countries, with constant small-scale conflicts. For a cheap and effective killing machine like Frostleaf, life was essentially a daily struggle in a sea of ​​blood, with no future in sight.

Without Rhodes Island, Frostleaf might have stayed in Columbia her whole life, until the day she could no longer fight or was brutally murdered. Mercenaries don't discriminate based on age; they'll kill even young children.

Frostleaf was recruited into Rhodes Island as a cooperative mercenary. Her initial impression of Rhodes Island was merely a long-term cooperative employment relationship, with no other thoughts—or rather, she had lost the ability to think, her only instinct being how to survive and how many people she should kill for her daily meals.

Her thinking has been distorted since childhood and she can't stop it.

After officially joining Rhodes Island, Frostleaf was ordered by Dr. Kal'tsit not to carry out any missions for a short period of time. Her only task was to recuperate as a patient. This caused Frostleaf great confusion at the time, because she had no idea what to do when she didn't need to fight. She even began to doubt her own combat abilities, because there were so many exceptionally powerful people on Rhodes Island, making her wonder if her existence was even necessary. Did Rhodes Island still need someone like her?

It wasn't until Kal'tsit gave Frostleaf a literacy book as a gift, allowing her and other children of similar age to attend classes, that things changed.

Until Kroos sold Frostleaf an MP3 player for one Colombian dollar, allowing her to experience a different life. On sleepless nights, she could listen to soft music, and at least she didn't have to live in constant fear on Rhodes Island.

It wasn't until Warfarin berated Shuangye for not wearing underwear that she took her to the purchasing department to pick out clothes and dress herself up.

Until… with the help of the unique Rhodes Island operators, Frostleaf gradually learned to enjoy life, and her world began to become more colorful. After spending some time receiving treatment and learning how to live, Frostleaf felt ready to return to the battlefield. She wanted to repay Rhodes Island; she didn't want to simply receive help without giving anything in return.

Kal'tsit did not agree, but allowed her to try out on the battlefield and arranged for other operators to take care of her.

Frostleaf stepped back onto the battlefield, believing that after such a long period of recuperation, she would be able to fight even better. However, when she swung her weapon at the enemy, her spear technique, which should have easily taken a life in a few strokes, became incredibly difficult.

Has she regressed? No.

Did she hesitate? Yes.

Shuangye then realized how distorted the world she had lived in was. She wept bitterly on the battlefield, as memories of her childhood as a boy soldier, which she thought she had long forgotten, flooded back like a tide. On that day, she underwent a transformation and was reborn.

From that day on, Shuangye gradually became who she is today.