I'm in Terra

Just by looking at the wild and cool styling of the SUV, the city gate guards knew that the occupants were not ordinary people. However, out of duty, they stopped the vehicle and asked, "Stop, where are you from? What are you doing in Chicheng?"

The driver's window rolled down, and to the guard's surprise, the driver wasn't the brawny man or soldier they'd expected, but a young woman, a cigarette in her mouth. Judging by her height and build alone, the guard doubted she was truly an adult. But when he caught sight of the military uniform she wore as a cape, his doubts vanished.

The Ursus uniforms were different for each regiment, but the insignia on them were uniform. The insignia on the girl's shoulder was that of a captain. Their superior, the Minister of Defense of Chernobog, officially held the rank of lieutenant.

"I'm from Saint Jun Castle. My friend passed the exam and became a researcher at a pharmaceutical company in Che City, so I brought her here specially." Hunter Bee curled his lips and motioned the girl in the co-pilot seat to get up and say hello.

"Well, um, hello." Adlai didn't expect that there would be a part for him to chat, and he stretched out his hand and greeted them awkwardly.

"So, you're here to see someone off, and this person is staying here permanently, right?" The guards nodded cautiously. They had no idea how the girl before them had achieved the rank of captain, but they didn't dare to delve into it. What if they asked something they shouldn't? Guarding the city gates was a pretty leisurely job, and they didn't want to be exiled to the countryside.

"Yes, I'll stay here for a few days and leave after I make sure she's okay. As for her, she'll probably have to stay for a while." Hunter Bee nodded and casually took out a pack of opened cigarettes and threw it to the guard.

The guard took it and saw that it was a hardcover edition of Seven Bears, with only a few missing. He quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

"Okay, that's all right. We won't disturb your journey. If you run into any trouble, you can come find us at the police station."

The Hunting Bee waved his hand, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

"Huh, I was so scared. I thought I would be questioned." It was not until they actually entered the city that Adlai patted his chest in fear.

"Why are you panicking? If all else fails, I'll just beat them up." Hunter Bee smiled and untied the bag behind him.

Harmony, who was wrapped tightly in the bag, struggled to get out. "If I had known they wouldn't check, I would have just sat in the back seat."

Hunting Bee shrugged. "Just in case. Where to go next?"

"Go find a clinic. I think it's called Louisa Medical Clinic."

PS: The big one is coming, the big one is really coming.

Wine and Meat: 46 Conspiracy Failed

Chernobyl, a new industrial city in Ursus.

Once upon a time, Count Boris wanted to build a mobile city for the new nobility in southern Ursus. However, the enormous resource consumption posed a challenge to these emerging nobles with limited resources. But just as Boris was about to compromise with his allies and jointly develop the city,

The urban construction expedition team unearthed a facility buried deep underground——the "Black Coffin"

No one knew which civilization it belonged to, nor did anyone know the purpose of this massive, tomb-like facility. However, while developing the Black Coffin, Boris discovered its secret: its ability to provide nearly unlimited energy for the linked facility.

As a result, the expedition team and the original scientists were all killed, and Count Boris built his own mobile city based on this strange facility.

Chernobog.

Everyone knew that Chernobyl was a major industrial city, consuming vast quantities of energy daily to power its factories and facilities. However, few knew that the city's true energy source wasn't the massive investment of pure Originium, as advertised, but a silent, dark coffin.

After the city was founded, Count Boris made a fortune from it. Apart from the Rostov family, who had been on good terms with him from the beginning, there was not even a third noble in the entire city. Boris regarded it as his own private property, not allowing even his allies to set foot in it.

This attitude is certainly annoying, but in the face of visible interests, the new aristocracy still acquiesces to the existence of this unique city.

Count Boris did not stop there. His research on the Black Coffin had always been a concern for him. Thanks to the research of that group of scientists over a decade ago, he had a deeper understanding of the Black Coffin.

But that wasn't enough, far from enough. Just knowing the Black Coffin's function wasn't enough to reassure Boris. What he really wanted was to control it, analyze it, and even... replicate it.

A black coffin capable of powering a mobile city—if it were used as a weapon, what a magnificent sight it would be! If he could achieve this, allies and political enemies alike would become meaningless. He would stand at the pinnacle of power in Ursus, perhaps even aiming for the throne... in the sky.

Unfortunately, these are just fantasies for now. Because Boris failed to kill all the scientists in the previous batch, he has become a notorious taboo in the academic world. Those famous and powerful scientists are terrified of Chernobog, and the scientists he can recruit are just a bunch of useless people.

More than a decade has passed, and the research progress is still stuck at the internal structure of the black coffin. Even the internal transformation experiments are being carried out based on the experimental records left by the previous group of scientists.

Not to mention innovation, they couldn't even replicate the project that the original group of scientists had already achieved.

"Keltsit...don't let me catch you!" Every time he thought of this, Count Boris's teeth itched with hatred. Just because of the so-called conscience of those scientists, his investment of hundreds of millions of rubles had gone to waste.

"Forget it, let's go find some female students to relieve my sexual desire today." Looking at the experimental data on his desk, Boris gestured expressionlessly.

The scientists we hired this year are all useless trash. Instead of keeping them and wasting money, it is better to kill them and clean up the data as soon as possible.

Watching his men leave, Boris struck a match and burned all the experimental data on the table. He knew better than anyone that the secret of the Black Coffin must never be revealed to anyone. Even his most loyal soldiers would be replaced regularly.

As long as you have money, you can buy any amount of loyalty.

But what Boris didn't notice was that the moment his guards left the room, a dark mist quietly emerged from the floor. Although this thin mist was quickly diluted by the air, it still enveloped the entire office.

Boris, who was sitting behind his desk, suddenly shuddered. He felt a chill inexplicably, so he turned around and put on the coat hanging on the chair.

But just as he turned his head, a guard in black military uniform and a special gas mask suddenly appeared in front of the previously empty desk. The black saber in his hand made no sound as it quietly rested against Count Boris's neck.

Count Boris was stunned. He had never thought that death was so close to him. In that instant, a legend suddenly came to his mind, a legend that he had once scoffed at.

"The Emperor's sharp blade?"

The inner guard nodded imperceptibly, the saber in his hand still steady. "It seems that your mind has not been hollowed out by alcohol and sex. Count, tell me, what did you just burn?"

Can't say it! Absolutely can't say it!

In just a moment, Boris realized something. The existence of the black coffin must not be known to the emperor, otherwise his fate would be no different from those who were silenced.

Forcing himself to calm down, Count Boris brainstormed at the fastest speed in his life: "It's... it's the latest weapons development data. Because the development direction is wrong, I had it scrapped and remade..."

The words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking. The saber returned to its sheath silently in an instant, and Boris's head slid silently from his neck.

"You're lying. The fear in your heart has already told me the answer. Instead of developing the weapons as planned, you took the funds for yourself. For Ursus, you deserve to die."

Count Boris opened his mouth instinctively, his consciousness gradually falling into chaos.

A few seconds later, another voice suddenly echoed in the office where only one person was left.

"You shouldn't have killed him. According to our agreement with Duke Koschei, Boris will be handed over to him."

The internal guard who carried out the execution snorted coldly and turned to look at the newly appeared internal guard nonchalantly: "Hmph, no matter what, Boris is an imperial noble. That guy has no right to deal with him. Besides, we are just partners. We are the sharp blades of the empire, not Kosice's lackeys."

"So, after you execute him here, what should we do with this city?" A third voice rang out from underground, and finally, an inner guard appeared in the office. "Don't forget, even though this city has been confirmed as a sacrifice, we still have to pretend to maintain normalcy before the sacrifice."

The first internal guard snorted dismissively. "Isn't there still a count in this city? Why not just hand over power to him temporarily? Just use the excuse that Boris is really under investigation and let him take over temporarily. It's all going to be destroyed anyway, so it doesn't matter who leads it."

"The Rostovs? That's it."

Wine Pool Meat Forest: 47 seems to have been lost

"Natalia."

"What's the matter, father?"

"I have some business matters, so I probably won't be home these few days."

"Okay, Father."

"Also, things around Qie City aren't very peaceful these days, so please be careful and bring a butler or bodyguard with you if necessary."

"I understand, Father. And, I'm not a child anymore."

"...I hope so."

"Nana, do you want to go shopping after school? It seems that the cake shop across from the park has new products."

"No, you guys go ahead. I have something going on at home recently, so I won't be joining you."

"...Tsk, what are you so proud of? It's just that you were born into a good family. I have some family matters~ I won't participate~ Your pretense is disgusting."

Natalia could faintly hear mocking voices from a distance, but she didn't pay any attention for even a second. She was a precocious child, and gossip was nothing new to her.

As long as she wanted, the bodyguards at home could beat up these useless people who only knew how to waste their youth at any time. But doing so was meaningless and would only make her father disappointed in her.

But what about the new cakes? If she had some time left after finishing her homework, maybe she could try one or two.

.........

"Louisa, Louisa, this should be the place, right?" Following the map bought at the city gate, Hunter Bee found the street where Adlai mentioned Louisa's private clinic was located.

Who would have thought that a multinational pharmaceutical company's contact point didn't even have a decent storefront? If Harmony hadn't spotted the unassuming sign hanging above the cake shop, they might have spent the entire afternoon searching the street.

Ding dong————

"Excuse me, who are you? I don't think there are any physical exam appointments today... Who are you? This is the doctor's office, right? It's across from the park."

The person who opened the door was a woman with long brown hair. She looked at the three little girls knocking on the door and subconsciously thought that someone's children had taken the wrong way.

"Which... Sister Lu Rong asked me to come." Adlai, who was standing in the middle, raised her hand weakly. "She said that if you want to go to Rhodes Island, you should find a sister named Louisa here. She will help contact the headquarters."

"Recommended by Lu Rong?" The woman's expression relaxed a little, and she looked at the few people carefully. When she noticed the herbs in Adlai's waist bag and Harmony's thick coat behind him, a hint of understanding flashed in the woman's eyes.

"I'm Louisa. Everyone, come in first. The one at the back is the patient, right? Why doesn't Lu Rong come over herself?"

Adlai was startled, tears welling up in his eyes: "Sister Lu Rong...is dead."

"..." Louisa paused as she led the way, slowly turning her head towards the crowd and asking word by word, "How did he die?"

Hunting Bee took over the conversation: "Some time ago, a rebellion broke out in Luxembourg. The rebels stormed the city and destroyed a large number of facilities. The area where the Green Velvet Shop is located is exactly the direction the rebels entered the city..."

"What was the reason for the rebellion? What's the situation of the rebels now?" Louisa pressed Hunting Bee's shoulders, with uncontrollable anger in her eyes.

Lu Rong was her classmate, a girl who shared a passion for medicine and the pursuit of healing. She had even passed Rhodes Island's employment exams before Louisa herself, and had volunteered to stay in her hometown as a liaison. Unexpectedly, after only six months of separation, a girl with such promise vanished amidst the ruins...

"The cause of the rebellion is the power struggle among the Ursus nobles. As for the rebels? They have been suppressed." Hunting Bee answered every question.

"Ursus...nobles..." Louisa clenched her fists and forced herself to calm down: "Send the patient in first. You can tell me in detail about the green velvet later. The most important thing is to see the patient first."

.........

"It went so smoothly. The number of infected people around Chernobog far exceeded our imagination. They are a violent gang made up of bandits, infected villagers, and those infected people who were expelled from the city. This is the first time I have seen so many infected people in one area."

After receiving the report from the cadres, Talulah immediately contacted Alina. With the exception of the Sarkaz team, which hadn't received sufficient reinforcements due to their ethnicity, the number of infected people under almost all the cadres' command had increased dramatically during this period.

Even the Infected Shield, which has the most stringent recruitment requirements, has almost doubled its staff in the past two days.

This was extremely exciting news, but it also signaled a dangerous situation. If an ordinary team had such an outrageous acceptance rate, Tallulah would have suspected a conspiracy.

But they were the infected! They were the lowest, most unpopular team in the snowy plains. Every single person who joined had to be verified by them; there was absolutely no way an ordinary person could sneak into their team.

"Once you become infected, all hope will be swallowed up." Alina stroked the outside of her thigh, where several inconspicuous black Originium had penetrated her skin. "Our team is inherently exclusive. Even if a spy wants to infiltrate and obtain intelligence, they must first become infected. But once infected, it's not a problem that can be solved with money..."

"Do you think the rapidly increasing number of team members is normal?" Tallulah was still hesitant.

Alina nodded, her eyes drifting towards the distant sky: "This can only mean that the lord of Che City has done whatever it takes for money. The sins he has committed will eventually be repaid through our hands.

Rather than worrying about the origins of these infected, I think the more important issue is our food reserves and soldier management. Even if we control the surrounding villages, we can't afford to support so many infected. The operation against Che City may need to be accelerated, as we discussed before. A mobile city is essential for the future of the infected."

Tallulah nodded. "Then I'll have Lyudmila begin the infiltration operation. Also, Froststar and the others rescued some incredible individuals from the nearby mines. Perhaps our cadre team can continue to expand."

"This is inevitable. There's no need to be too obsessed with power. Unity is the key to victory." Alina looked at Tallulah and offered sincere advice: "Integrate with the infected and listen to their voices. Only then can we handle issues from their perspective. Besides, managing such a large team will be difficult. Nominate more leaders, including Mephisto, Faust, and Ludmilla. Don't forget to allocate some personnel to the Sarkaz and Frost Stars."

"Leave it to me. We will create the future of the infected."

"For the infected."

"Well, for the infected."

Debauchery: 48 Remedies

"procession?"

Alina nodded seriously. "Yes, a parade. In addition to Lyudmila's infiltration team, we also need to organize some workers inside the city to march..."

Tallulah's eyes widened in disbelief. "We are revolutionaries! We are avengers! We are not workers playing house! What's the point of organizing a parade? It has no meaning other than being arrested by the police."

"No, the parade itself is the meaning." Alina looked at the cadres around her seriously and explained carefully:

"A march itself won't solve the problem. But through a march, we can let the infected see our attitude, and let them see the city's attitude. When the time is right, even just a slogan or a shout can bring infinite power. The number of infected people in Che City is no less than that in the countryside, so there's no reason for us not to win their support."

As Alina spoke, her gaze fell on Mephisto, who was standing nearby. After a moment's pause, he volunteered, "I understand. Leave this to me. Some of my team are almost at their limit, and sacrificing them would maximize their potential."

"They are human beings, infected people, our compatriots! How can their lives be quantified like this!"

Tallulah opened her mouth, but the words of rebuke remained unspoken. Her mind told her that Alina and Mephistopheles were right. This would fully utilize everyone's strengths and save some unnecessary food expenses. But in her heart, she felt that such actions completely contradicted her ideal of salvation.

"So what do you think true salvation is like?" Just as Tallulah was stunned, a familiar voice sounded from the bottom of her heart again: "Do you think salvation means making them work under the guise of labor, and then sharing with them the food and resources that you or your friends have worked so hard to obtain? This is not salvation, this is charity."

"So what is salvation? Using everyone like Kosice? Dragging everyone into the abyss just to satisfy his own desires?"

"Interesting remarks." The inner voice sneered:

"Since you despise them so much, why don't you stop them? Stop them and tell them you dislike such immoral behavior. You want to defeat the Lord of Che in a noble and direct way, and then take the city from him. You can't do it. You know their way is right. You acquiesced to their sacrifice. Alina gave the order, Mephistopheles was responsible for the execution. It has nothing to do with you. You are still the noble fighter. Oh, hypocrisy. Now you are even more disgusting than me."

"I didn't! I acquiesced to this plan because I trusted Alina!" Tallulah exclaimed at an inopportune moment, attracting the attention of her best friend.

"What's wrong, Xiaota? Did you have a nightmare? Or something happened?"

Tallulah shook her head, sorting out her memories in chronological order. "I've been feeling a bit uneasy lately. Maybe it's because the final battle is approaching and I'm too nervous."

Alina smiled gently and handed over her half-finished warm soup. "It's okay, drink some water. We will always be by your side. Even if there is hell ahead, we will get out of it together."