People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"Hey, Kelsey, what's wrong with you?"

Kal'tsit raised her eyes slightly, looked at Ernst, and with the last glimmer of hope, she asked with a weak breath:

"Mr. Ernst, tell me the truth, how was this trip?"

How about it? How about what?

Ernst frowned. He knew that Kal'tsit really knew something about the [Law] and the secret contents of the recording!

"It was a close call," he replied. "Next time Dr. Kal'tsit plans to let me go, you can just tell me directly, using this complicated hint method. You are on the fifth floor, but if I were on the first floor, I wouldn't be able to guess you."

"Then I'll have to come and ask you about this riddle. Isn't that a waste of time?"

Kal'tsit's lips were trembling visibly, but Ernst leaned over and listened for a long time, but he didn't hear any sound from her. Until the end, the corners of her mouth turned up, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Noticing the movement at the door, Hinterea ran over quickly and accidentally stepped on the corner of Kal'tsit's clothes. Kal'tsit, who was about to stand up, fell back to the ground with a thud. This time, her body went limp, her head tilted, her eyes rolled up, and she was silent again.

"Doctor!" Ernst said hurriedly.

"Dr. Kal'tsit!" Hintlea called out anxiously!

Ernst patted her sturdy, white horse legs and glared at her: "I asked you to call a doctor!"

Chapter 340: Admit to hospital and increase the dosage!

"This land is so hateful that it can't even give people a moment's rest."

Kal'tsit had a restless sleep. It was the most thrilling sleep she had ever had.

In her dream, she dreamed that the land of Terra was crawling with strange-looking fish. Their number was countless, and the qualitative change they produced was enough to overwhelm all armies. Any weapons, fortresses, and natural barriers were worthless and useless in front of them. The sea creatures that controlled them were no longer low-level ecological transformation machines that acted on instinct, but were sublimated alien [gods].

Kal'tsit tried every possible means to build a last ark for mankind to preserve the fire of mankind, but before she could finish it, the army of fish had already arrived at the city. In desperation, she leaned out from the top of the wall and looked out, only to see a familiar face on the face of Haisi standing at the top of the species wave!

"Ernst!"

Kal'tsit screamed. But then the twisted tentacle monster with a snow leopard face laughed loudly:

"You didn't expect that, Kal'tsit! I have gathered all four great sea heirs [gods], and you lose!"

"Attack!"

Kal'tsit felt a chill in her heart. Just as she was about to order a desperate battle and resolutely defend the city, she felt a chill in her heart and her eyes went dark. She saw hot blood spurting out from her chest, followed by a tentacle as thick as a wrist.

She didn't have time to speak, and she lost consciousness the next second.

When she opened her eyes again, the terrifying army of fish in front of her, like a raging sea, had disappeared without a trace. The city under her feet had also disappeared. She was standing on a snowy field, looking up, and the magnificent structure was reflected in her pupils.

It was a circle, it was a door, it was a Pandora's box, and one didn't know whether there was hope or despair behind it.

Kal'tsit has explored the vast ice field in the far north of Terra several times, and tried to cross the ice field to reach deeper places, where pollution is entrenched but life is also nurtured.

The place where the door is located is a place that she would find difficult to reach in her entire lifetime. But now, the door filled with deep darkness that would never dissipate is less than a few hundred meters in front of her, with starlight shining out from it, as if guiding her in the direction.

Kal'tsit could hardly conceal her inner excitement. She staggered forward, chasing, as if cheering for her bravery and fearlessness. On both sides of the road where she staggered, more and more lavender flowers opened their petals, revealing their stamens, blooming and celebrating, adding a different kind of brilliance to the final road.

However, although the distance of several hundred meters should have been passed in an instant, Kal'tsit could not help but stop.

She turned around and looked back at the road she had come from. The path in the boundless sea of ​​flowers had a unique scenery, but the distance was only a step away from Kal'tsit.

Only then did she realize that the running just now was just an illusion. She was so close to the Star Gate, yet so far away!

Someone is stopping himself from approaching that door.

"Kal'tsit, how about you stop and admire the flowers at your feet?"

"They grow without roots, but bloom from the boundlessness. Kal'tsit, are you satisfied with them as your foil on this final journey?"

Kal'tsit raised her head and heard that familiar voice again, drawing her gaze to the empty space ahead.

At some point, a slender figure in a suit appeared in front of her, just one step away. Ernst turned his back to her and asked himself:

"Kal'tsit, it took me a lot of energy to collect this kind of flowers, but it doesn't matter. If you don't like it, I can show you more of my collection."

"Ernst, who... who are you?"

Kal'tsit's voice was trembling. She noticed something unusual about the person in front of her. His left hand and right hand were misaligned. His Adam's apple was facing her, but his head was facing away from her. His voice was very strange, as if mixed with some electric sound, and it was transmitted through some kind of interference, rather than a conversation with the person right in front of her.

Kal'tsit took a step back. She wanted to summon mon3tr, but the Originium beast that was clearly part of her did not react at all. Only the [Abnormal] in front of her finally turned around and raised its head.

The handsome face was no longer underneath the short gray hair, but a dark void. A circle symbolizing collapse occupied the center of his "face", looking towards Kal'tsit, as if he was looking at her, but he could not feel her sight.

Kal'tsit almost ran away, but just as she took a step, she appeared in front of the [Abnormal] in the next second, and listened to the mechanical tone coming out of his non-existent mouth in an almost close posture:

"I'm the Gardener, Kal'tsit. Didn't you call me by my name?"

A sense of nothingness enveloped Kal'tsit's head, and her legs suddenly straightened, the outline of her muscles suddenly appeared, as if she had used up all her strength. But this was still a drop in the bucket, and her struggle lasted only a few seconds before her legs fell down powerlessly.

However, death did not come as expected. The next moment, Kal'tsit suddenly sat up from the bed, surrounded by a familiar yet unfamiliar laboratory. She observed the surroundings in shock, but her eyes could not move away from the figure in front of the laboratory table.

The figure in the white coat was still so familiar. Kal'tsit didn't know where she got some courage from. She jumped off the bed, pushed open the door of the compartment, ran to the laboratory table, and held Ernst's hand:

"You are Ernst?!"

“Who else can I be?” Ernst was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, shook off Kal’tsit’s hand, and said naturally, “Since you’re awake, come over and give me a hand.”

"This is my latest achievement. Haha, I will open this coffin today! Kal'tsit, let's take a look at what the mysterious pre-Terra civilization race looks like."

Ernst laughed crazily, with an intoxicated smile on his face. His sense of accomplishment even affected Kal'tsit who was standing beside him. He cheered loudly:

"Come on, let's work together to fill in the last piece of the puzzle in this biology atlas for me!"

“Kacha——Ding——”

With the roar of the machine, the tightly fitted "coffin lid" of the dark "sarcophagus" was finally forcibly separated. Ernst walked forward impatiently, and Kal'tsit hesitated for a moment and followed him.

She followed the snow leopard and looked inside the coffin. There were not one but two figures lying there.

One has white hair, the other has brown hair, and the two of them are snuggling together, just like a couple.

Kal'tsit's breathing stagnated. She stepped back suddenly and even fell to the ground accidentally. Her eyes were full of disbelief: "This... this is..."

"What is this?" Ernst turned around with a sarcastic smile on his face. "Kelsey, why are you panicking? Aren't these the creators you betrayed?"

"Look, although they are lifelike, they are already two dead objects. Nothing can restrict you, Kal'tsit, Ama-10, you are free, isn't that good?"

"I... No, that's not right!" Kal'tsit covered her head and shook her head with a distorted expression. "The doctor is still alive. I personally sent him back to the recuperator!"

"Yes, you killed him yourself." Ernst paused, his tone grim, "Killed him."

He ignored Kal'tsit's reaction and continued:

"But, there is one thing I don't understand."

"Pureseth, why are you here?"

Ernst Road,

"If Precious is here, how did the Originium become what it is now?"

"How did you appear again?"

Kal'tsit was speechless: "I......"

Ernst continued, "Pureseth is dead, your creator is dead, and the cause of the first Originium has disappeared. Why do you exist? They died in the sarcophagus, and you killed them, but if they died, you would not exist. And you are here now, so who did you kill?"

"I...I killed...myself?"

Ernst snapped his fingers: "Bingo!"

He looked into the sarcophagus again and nodded seriously: "It's right this time."

"Kelsey, come and look. Look at you."

Kal'tsit stood up and looked into the sarcophagus.

It was a skeleton, the skeleton of an indistinguishable species. It was her skeleton.

In an instant, her thoughts were completely disconnected. Kal'tsit suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath. She looked around, searching for the figure impatiently.

She found Ernst, who was sitting behind his desk. He looked at Kal'tsit, who had sat up in shock from her dying illness, with some surprise, and greeted her:

"Kal'tsit, how do you feel? You just fainted suddenly. I asked Joyce to check on you. She said it's not an acute attack of mineral sickness, but probably simple overwork. She asked you to rest more..."

"What are you going to collect this time?"

Kal'tsit asked suddenly.

Ernst was stunned: "What?"

Kelsey: “What what?”

Ernst: “What what what?”

Kal'tsit nodded in understanding.

She understood that what Ernst wanted to collect this time were concepts, rules, and behemoths.

His target is the god of "why" in ancient Terra.

She smiled coldly, and when she thought of the scene where she might be killed by the noise, she couldn't help but shudder, and simply said directly:

"Gu, are you going to follow the procedure or just kill me?"

Ernst was silent.

He pondered for a moment, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the front desk. When Xinteleya answered the phone, he instructed:

"Xintelaiya, please contact Miss Amiya."

"Yes, it's the one from Rhodes Island. Please tell her that Dr. Kal'tsit may be old and has some mental problems. Kjerag doesn't have a doctor specializing in this field, so ask her to bring a professional to take a look. After all, this happened on my territory, and Kjerag will be responsible for... part of it."

"You're asking what kind of professionals to hire? Tsk, that's up to Miss Amiya to decide, not for us to suggest. Ok, go quickly and come back quickly - beep."

The hang-up button on the phone was pressed, and Kal'tsit, with disheveled hair, flushed face, and panting, stood in front of Ernst's desk and shook her head at him.

"Mr. Ernst, I am sober."

Ernst stared at her suspiciously: "Really?"

Kelsey nodded: "Really!"

She suggested seriously:

"Even if you have to die, choose another way to die."

"Social death is too torturous."

Ernst hid his face and laughed.

Well, that's bullshit.

Admit to hospital! Increase the dosage!

This morning I went out to buy breakfast, riding my electric donkey, but the road was slippery due to the rain, and I fell. Fortunately, I was not going fast, and I reacted quickly, so I used my hands to support myself when I fell, and I was not injured.

I just twisted my hand and scraped the skin on my palm, which we call zhu. I took an X-ray this afternoon and it showed that the bone was fine. It was not as brittle as last time, but a bone fracture. It might be because I was not in school.

I have to take a day off today. I sprayed some medicine for injuries and applied some plasters. I feel better now. I should be able to move tomorrow.

Good night, dear readers.

Chapter 341 Kal'tsit, you don’t want the recording to be spread, right?

Kjerag, Tukarim, Kjerag Government Office Building.

"Ernst, listen to me, I really didn't say those words, you must have heard it wrong."

Kal'tsit's cheeks were tense and her voice was filled with unquestionable determination, as if what she said was the truth and there was no room for change.

Unfortunately, Kal'tsit's words were not as effective as the history books. Ernst looked at Typhon on his left, then at Miss Amiya who had just received the news and rushed over from Rhodes Island, and a female doctor with white hair, red eyes, and sickly pale skin, waiting for them to make a diagnosis.

After listening to Ernst's description of the symptoms, Typhon looked at Kal'tsit again, and pouted with some hesitation. She frowned and complained in a somewhat unsurprising manner:

"Why do you have more cases of demonic infection in Kjerag than I have in Sammi?"

"Isn't this a typical symptom of infection? Has cognition been tampered with?"

Typhon, she nodded in understanding: