Terra's Magnetic Field

"Sister, what if we get rid of Tallulah? Why not just... burn all those who might get in our way?" Pure Ravishini said this in a sweet voice.

The sisters stood in the rain, and from a distance one could only see their vague mushroom-shaped shadows and the light shining on their chests.

These sisters are actually twins...

That’s all for today.

Postscript: It’s not right if Lafite is too honest. We need to find a way to make her more ruthless.

Mini-theater: [Post-interview with Sister Nian]

Sister Nian: "I once tried a most daring idea, but it was not adopted in the end. I originally wanted to stuff Wanbao's brain into the mechanical weapon I recently developed. Isn't it bold? Put Wanbao's brain... completely Wanbao's brain, stuff it into the machine. When I first asked for help, I told all my friends that I wanted to stuff Wanbao's brain into the machine. Everyone, including Mostima, Kal'tsit, Lingjie, and Xibao (they) were very excited. Wanbao's brain, they kept talking about Wanbao's brain. We have been preparing for brain transplantation. They all said that my method was amazing and too challenging, and it couldn't be wrong at all.

But later I gave up, hahaha~ Do you know why? I studied a lot of movies about brain transplants, as well as some low-budget movies about strange things, such as "The Human Centipede", "Frankenstein's Army", "The Fly"... I kept watching and studying, but I couldn't make up my mind. Do you know what the biggest problem is? Of course, this is a professional problem. Simply put, the biggest problem is tacit understanding. For a high-precision and high-intensity transplant operation, the tacit understanding between the personnel is not achieved, and the coordination of strength during the brain transplant is not achieved..."

What follows is a long paragraph of unnecessary nonsense...

Chapter 436: Unreasonable Feelings

Wan's matter has come to an end. No matter whether she can accept becoming this ridiculous, she can't change it in a short time. During this period of time, she will experience the feelings of those weak people who were ruthlessly trampled by her in the past. I wonder if it will have an impact on her mentality.

As for Kal'tsit, that woman started looking for a new backer after she saw that Wan had no use for her. This was not the first time Kal'tsit had encountered such a thing. Wan had also lost power several times in the past, and every time Kal'tsit would abandon her at the first opportunity and attach herself to a new strong man like a flea...

There is an old saying in Terra, "The overlord of water changes, but the lynx is iron."

That is to say, every strong man who dominates Terra will be accompanied by a lynx woman, as if the lynx woman is some kind of trophy of achievement.

Kal'tsit does not think that she is shameless. Instead, she believes that this behavior of abandoning her former employer is a manifestation of "amazing wisdom". It is because she can always betray her former employer without hesitation and stop the loss in time that she has been able to live in peace until now.

Kal'tsit's view of winning and losing is different from that of Wan, a strong man in terms of strength. In her opinion, only those who survive to the end can be called "winners". There have been countless people who are stronger and smarter than her in this land, but most of them did not survive. Even the arrogant Emperor Wan had a tragic death...

What is the Emperor of Benevolence? What is the Sea God Great Shark? What is the Pope of God’s Choice? What is the Invincible Waiter? A bunch of second-rate people who are dead and lousy. These guys are not as good as a hair on Kal’tsit’s ass! Only she can have the last laugh!

After dealing with a bunch of troubles outside, Kal'tsit went straight back to her spiritual haven - her

The large flat was the only place where she could let down her guard and relax. Because here was her most beloved "daughter" in the world, and the selfish Kal'tsit gave her the last bit of selflessness.

"Amiya, I'm back..." Kal'tsit would shout this every time she pushed the door open, so that the second person in the residence would know of her arrival.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, thank you for your hard work," Amiya, wearing home clothes, walked out of the bedroom. She was still so cute.

Amiya always acted too calm and rational in order to maintain her image as a leader. But now she was just like an ordinary 14-year-old girl in front of Kal'tsit. Her fragility and delicacy were fully revealed at this moment. She was born with a kind of lovable temperament that made people want to protect her unconsciously.

Kal'tsit walked up to Amiya, touched her head, and asked her:

"Did you take the medicine on time?"

"Hmm..." Amiya nodded slowly, her answer somewhat reluctantly.

Amiya: "Dr. Kal'tsit, how long do I have to take the medicine? And... when can I get out?"

Amiya almost pleaded with Kelsey. Since she lost control of her power several years ago, Kelsey has been keeping a close watch on her, and only allowed her to go out when she was giving important speeches or handling matters on the island. The last time Amiya stepped out of this large flat was a month ago.

Kal'tsit naturally knew that imprisoning Amiya here was not a long-term solution, but she had no choice but to do so to maintain the status quo. If Amiya moved around frequently outside... it would increase the risk of exposing her instability, which might directly shake the trust of most people in the upper echelons.

Kal'tsit does it half for Amiya and half for herself.

Kal'tsit looked at Amiya with pity, and held her in her arms, letting Amiya's face rest on her chest. She said softly, "You still can't stop taking the medicine. You know how much risk it will bring to Rhodes Island if you lose control. This is the safest way I can take... If you want to go out, let's do it next time... I'll let Huang and the others follow you around."

"Still on this island?" Amiya asked, "Why can't I leave this island?"

Kal'tsit could hear dissatisfaction in Amiya's tone. Of course, how could a 14-year-old girl be willing to be confined in this small apartment? ...

“No, I really can’t,” Kal’tsit said as she hugged Amiya tighter. She wished Amiya could stay like this forever, sensible and not cry…

"Then let go, Dr. Kal'tsit. I am no longer the child I used to be," Amiya slowly moved Kal'tsit's hands away from both sides of her body. Although the force was not strong, it hurt Kal'tsit's heart deeply.

"I'll go back to my room first," Amiya carried Kal'tsit on her back and returned to the bedroom. Kal'tsit stood there in a daze.

It was raining heavily outside, and the big raindrops hit the windows roughly, making a ticking noise. Kal'tsit felt that the rain came at the right time. She even hoped that the rain would be heavier, so that the noise would cover everything and let her cry loudly...

In the end, even Amiya no longer trusted her. She obviously loved the child so much, why was her love rejected in the end... Why did all the people she cared about and loved choose to stay away from her?

"You should know this better than anyone else."

The man's voice came clearly into the house through the window and shocked Kal'tsit. Who was so bold as to approach her quietly and scare her?

The answer was obvious. Kal'tsit turned around and saw the white-haired Lupert man floating outside the window. He put his hands behind his back and looked into the window with a majestic look. Not a drop of rain hit him, and all the rain that fell on him was dispersed elsewhere.

"Waiter, you bastard!..." Kal'tsit tried hard not to curse out loud. It was quite magical, she never dared to get angry with Wan and Nian, but she could act like a waiter who was stronger than Wan and Nian. In the final analysis, it was because the waiter didn't bother to bother her.

In people's habitual thinking, lions, tigers and other beasts are far more dangerous than elephants, but in fact elephants are much stronger than lions and tigers. It's just that elephants give people the impression of being relatively peaceful, so people think elephants are easier to mess with.

The waiter did not react to Kal'tsit's behavior, he was used to it. This time he came to see Amiya's situation, and the few words between Kal'tsit and Amiya just now had given him a rough idea.

"Since when have you been outside? Never mind..." Kal'tsit rubbed her philtrum and waved to the waiter, "Come in first."

Three minutes later...

There was another small round table in Kal'tsit's bedroom. She would meet guests here to discuss private matters. Now she and the waiter were sitting on either side of the round table, with two freshly filled cups of instant coffee on the table.

The waiter's tall body huddled on the small stool looked particularly funny. He tried his best to behave well-behaved so that Kal'tsit would relax his guard against him as soon as possible.

"You still like instant coffee so much... I remember the last time you treated me to this was decades ago," the waiter picked up the small cup and took a sip of the steaming coffee. There was nothing much to say about this stuff, it was just a cheap thing that could be found everywhere.

"You're not here to talk to me about life, are you?" Kal'tsit interrupted the waiter without any hesitation.

"Indeed," the waiter's mouth trembled, and he went straight to the topic, "I thought it was a bit strange that Amiya hadn't shown up for such a long time, so I came to see, what is the medicine you mentioned just now?"

"That's not actually medicine, but a diluted product of toxin extracted from the fangs of black snakes. It makes the person who takes it

Kal'tsit did not hide anything from Xiao Er, because she knew that no lie could be hidden from him.

"So you use this drug to weaken Amiya's power so that it is easier to control her?" The waiter expressed his guess. In his impression, Kal'tsit has always been a self-centered person, and everything she does is to achieve her own goals.

"Control? Haha... Xiaoer, you are too self-righteous!" Kal'tsit chuckled, "You always take it for granted, but the world is more complicated than you think, and so am I. Do you really think I am just selfish and can sacrifice everyone to achieve my goals?"

"Yes," the waiter replied.

“………………………………………………”, Kal’tsit was stunned for a moment, then said, “Then I can only be disappointed in you. It’s a pity that we have been friends for so many years!”

"Are you doing this for Amiya?" the waiter asked back. Out of politeness he did not try to test her by means of mind reading or anything like that.

"I did this for my own sake, but more for the child. The power of the Demon King requires a strong body and a strong will to control. Young Amiya cannot fully master it, so I can only weaken her power to a controllable range."

"Why?" the waiter asked again, "Why do you have to have that child? Is there no other suitable candidate in Rhodes Island? Why do you have to have Amiya?"

"Why?" Kal'tsit imitated the waiter's tone of voice, "Why do you have to ask Saria? Is there no other suitable candidate in this land?"

“………………” The waiter was speechless. Kal’tsit saw his most fatal weakness from his wandering eyes.

Feelings are unreasonable and cannot be explained by reason or logic. Sometimes just a look or a small gesture can make one person give selflessly to another.

This is how Xiao Er treats Saria, and the same is true for Kal'tsit towards Amiya.

Let's end this topic once and for all.

The waiter stood up; he had nothing more to ask.

“Wait a minute…” Kal’tsit stopped the waiter who had just stood up. She said in a low voice, “I have a favor to ask of you. I know I am not qualified to ask you for help, but Amiya is innocent. In the battle for leadership in three months, I hope you can pay more attention to her safety…”

"I would have done it even if you didn't tell me..." The waiter left without looking back.

That’s all for today.

The Donkey's Abyss

Plot summary: Amiya lives with the controlling Kal'tsit and Wanbao who suffers from intermittent insanity in a mobile city with nothing. She lives a very depressing life and is tired of the unchanging days...

Postscript: My thoughts have been a little confused recently, and there are some problems with the narrative rhythm. Maybe I am too tired. The long-term updates have made me more and more mentally exhausted. Maybe I really need a rest... But I am afraid that once I rest, I will not be able to pick up the pen.

I have been feeling increasingly lost lately, not knowing how to go on living, and it seems like nothing can make me happy.

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(The following is just idle chat and has nothing to do with the above)

Recently, I browsed short videos and posts online and found that young people generally have anxiety about their future development. Simply put, they think that their education is not proportional to their salary after graduation. Many top students from 985 and 211 universities have fallen to working with junior college graduates and still get the same salary.

Nowadays, academic qualifications and entrepreneurship are both version traps. The small town test-taker set was already an option two versions ago. People are no longer fools now. They all know that what is truly valuable is connections and family background. It can be said that in the current version, the attributes of the initial account determine 90% of the future game experience.

I don't know how many times I have said this. Recently, a distant cousin of mine graduated from a second-tier university. His family arranged for him to find a job as soon as he graduated, so he went to work in a factory. As a result, his tuition fee was tens of thousands per year, and his monthly salary after he started working was only over 3,000... It can be said that he has to work for several years to pay back the money he wasted on college.

During the New Year dinner, he sat next to me and kept complaining to me about the bad things in the factory. I also worked in the factory in my early years, so I was not surprised by his things. I just told him, "You will never get ahead if you keep doing this, so find a way to make money quickly."

Scarcity makes things valuable. College students were valuable in the past, but now... hehe... college students are as numerous as grasshoppers in a haystack. College students everywhere, cheap labor everywhere...

I think today's young people can't completely listen to their parents, because most parents' values ​​are still stuck in the 1970s and 1980s. The concept of working in a factory in their minds is different from that of working in a factory now. When they worked in factories, those who worked in factories were highly educated and technical personnel, and they all had stable jobs. What about now? Is working in a factory still what they thought it was? The conditions for working in a factory now are even worse than those in a local prison, and they are not stable at all.

Most of the older generation still believe in the so-called "hard work pays off, and a hard life means you're not working hard" theory. They care much more about insignificant policy adjustments than actual changes. They don't care much about the real problems their children face, and they just think it's useless to have children who can't overcome difficulties.

The parents of most college students and young people today were born in the 1970s. Their generation enjoyed social dividends all their lives and were basically not cheated by the environment. How could they understand the suffering of people today? People's sorrows and joys are not the same. I just think that the people around me are noisy.

I've seen too much

Some things make me feel that most parents don’t love their children in essence. They just follow a stereotype to discipline their “derivatives” and abide by an inherent behavioral logic. Their idea is “I gave birth to you, sent you to school, and found you a stable job. I am doing you good and doing my best for you. Then you should repay me.” This is essentially a utilitarian behavior. As for the mental health and spiritual needs of their children, they never care.

It cannot be said that such parents have no feelings for their children. After all, one will develop feelings for a dog after raising it for more than ten or twenty years. It’s just that their feelings are more of self-touching.

Some parents, who have done menial manual labor for their own generation, are extremely arrogant towards their children and have a rather 'creator complex'.

In the old society of China, in the 1910s and 1920s, parents from poor families treated their children as objects, because they were not treated as human beings by officials outside, so they naturally did not learn to respect and love them. Many of Lu Xun's short stories talked about this, but it seems that this problem has not been eradicated.

This situation is very sad and will only get worse.

Our nation is the most hardworking in the world, but also the most vulnerable to suffering. All kinds of bastards take turns to be the boss and trample on this land.

When, when will our dawn come? We can no longer bear any more deception.

Chapter 437 Death Stranding

"Hemer, are we really not going to go see Saria? She's in the hospital..."

"Ifrit, Saria's life is tougher than you can imagine. I don't think she needs our concern."

"Are you still angry with her?" Ifrit asked as if nothing had happened, as she drove across the intersection. Since she got her driver's license, she has been responsible for picking up and dropping off Hemer to and from get off work every day. This was originally Saria's job...

Ifrit thought that although Hemer had invited Saria to her house before, their conversation was still not as intimate as before, which showed that the gap between them had not been completely eliminated.

Ifrit knew that the relationship between Hemer and Saria could not be explained in a few words. Their love, hatred and hatred over the past twenty years could be written into a third-rate romance novel. Ifrit was just a bystander most of the time, but this time she felt that Hemer was too indifferent.

This morning, Saria was found lying on the road by patrolling Razer. There was a big hole in her abdomen, and blood and paste-like internal organs were all over the ground. Razer immediately notified the medical department to take Saria away for emergency treatment. Saria did not regain consciousness until the afternoon. Before that, Hemer did not even mention this to Ifrit, as if this matter was not as important to her as Kal'tsit's gossip.

Hemer looked out the side window at the dusk. There were no major projects in the medical department recently, so she could go home after get off work as usual.

Kal'tsit has been so well behaved lately that it's a little unusual. Hemer hasn't seen Kal'tsit acting funny in the medical department for nearly a month. This used to be a great source of fun for Hemer and also a stimulant for the working atmosphere in the medical department.

The medical staff were very keen on talking about Kal'tsit's trivial matters, big and small, such as the progress of her "sisterly feud" with Kasheina (Black Snake), her unclear relationship with Mostima, Wanbao and others, and whether she would dress up as a transvestite and run around at night.

Hemer was silent for a long time, and finally spoke when he was ten minutes away from home:

"Angry? ... Maybe. Compared to the mistakes that Saria made, I am more angry because I am disappointed with her. Ifrit, do you know how much I expected of Saria? I gave her everything I had, but what did she give me in return? Being trapped in this damn place for the rest of my life? You should also know that no normal person in Terra would come here..."

Hemer realized that he had lost his composure and continued to remain silent.

Ifrit asked her: "Hemer, am I your daughter? I have always been curious about my position in your heart. What am I to you?"

Hemer: “………………”

Ifrit: "I know the relationship between the three of us is very abnormal. I don't understand whether Saria is your best friend or boyfriend. Are you friends or lovers? I can ignore these questions and pretend that I know nothing. I have never interfered with your private life. You can see this... But you can't treat me like a child anymore. I think I have the right to know what I am to you? How did it come about?"

Ifrit: "I can't have popped out of a stone out of thin air, right? I must have my own family or blood relatives. I hope you can tell me the truth."

The car was getting closer and closer to Hemer's house.

Hemer: "They are all dead, probably... How do I know what you are? I didn't create you..."

Hemer didn't realize that Ifrit would ask this question at this time. She didn't know how to answer for a moment and seemed a little incoherent.

From the moment she took over Ifrit, Hemer knew that this day would come sooner or later, but more than ten years later, she was still not ready. She could only leave the parked car now to avoid making things more awkward...

Ifrit sat in the driver's seat and watched Hemer disappear into the house. She felt confused and aggrieved? Or angry? Recently, both Saria and Hemer were acting too abnormal, and she didn't know how to face them.

correct.

Confusion engulfed Ifrit. She did not get off the car with Hemer but drove somewhere else. She needed someone to talk to.

Twenty minutes later, when Ifrit parked her car downstairs of the apartment building where Kal'tsit lived, she bumped into a white-haired Luper man walking out of the corridor as soon as she got out of the car. She subconsciously felt that she had seen him somewhere before, and a sense of familiarity arose spontaneously, but she did not talk to him until they passed by.

The other party just looked at her in confusion and left.

Forget it, let’s not make things difficult for others.

Going straight up to the eighteenth floor by elevator, Ifrit realized in the elevator lobby that the white-haired Luper man looked like Lappland, and might be a relative of Lappland.

Ifrit would not associate the man with the "master" that Saria had mentioned, because that person had passed away a long time ago. Nor would she think that the other person came down from her destination.

Ifrit stood in front of Kal'tsit's door. She had straightened her hanging clothes and the collar around her neck before pressing the doorbell.