Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

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—Don't get in my way.

Arrogance, taking everything for granted, those who should shut up should shut up, and those who shouldn't speak should shut up forever.

If the situation were clear and intelligence were readily available, sodium chloride would have made that woman, who looked like a Sarkaz sorcerer, disappear instantly.

After all, only the dead can keep secrets forever.

However, since the situation was not so clear, and in order not to alert the enemy, sodium chloride opted for a simple warning.

By urging the other party to act within their capabilities, we also demonstrate our own desire for peace.

For example, simply cooperating with a physical examination.

The rest depends on whether the other party is sensible or not.

Hopefully, he's not an idiot; she hates stupid guys.

However, in Logos' eyes, the other party had already been equated with those incomprehensible ancient monsters.

We absolutely cannot allow them to enter the main ship of Babel so brazenly!

However, simply stopping them is not an option, as the opponent's strength had already been demonstrated to the woman beforehand.

That was an energy fluctuation as unquenchable as a raging fire!

Judging from her experience, if the other side wanted to destroy the Tower of Babel itself, it probably wouldn't take much effort.

However, the impetus that led Logos to make this decision was not simply blind loyalty or meaningless recklessness.

It was the silver-haired Cartes girl next to her.

The silver hair and orange scarf created a pure and innocent color scheme.

If the other party were truly an incomprehensible monster, there wouldn't be a girl like that around.

As for the relationship...

It's unclear at the moment, but it's certain that the other person is infected.

That's enough.

That's enough for her to take a gamble.

Such a terrifying thing should not pass through here so easily; otherwise, it would be her dereliction of duty!

She needs to know the truth.

"Want to come to the Tower of Babel looking for work? Of course, but you'll need to register first..."

The female medical operator took out a small notebook and scribbled on it, recording Nearl's registration information. After all, she was an upright and honorable Knight and didn't care if her information was known to the Tower of Babel.

It's important to know that many of the people in the Tower of Babel actually have fake lives. Of course, this is the nature of the already mixed group of infected individuals.

Some people don't know their own name, some have long forgotten their names on the numb and humiliating path of survival, and some are unwilling to recall those things again for various reasons.

Others came with their own agendas and did not want to reveal their names to the public.

This is all understandable, but the Radiant Knight doesn't have these worries. That's probably how the upright female knight sees it.

However, when the female operator was recording the silver-haired girl's condition, a hand patted her on the shoulder.

"? Oh, it's Logos. What's up?!"

"Since you're not very familiar with the rules of the Tower of Babel, I'll do it this time."

What?

The female operator clearly hadn't heard of any new rules about the Tower of Babel.

However, Logos's authority is very useful here; everyone knows about the warlock's mysterious background and powerful abilities.

The female agent even tried to stand up, but was forcefully pressed down by that hand.

He maintained his composed demeanor as a senior colleague, and casually pinched the female operator's shoulder twice without attracting any attention.

"You can go down now, you can take over later."

"Uh... Ah, I understand... Well then, thank you for your help, senior?"

Perhaps having understood the meaning of logos, the female operator obediently left the notebook and walked away.

He walked over, his eyes fixed on the monster, and finally sat down in front of her.

Although the logos have a cold expression, it's impossible for them not to be under pressure.

Because the opponent's strength is like a powder keg that can be ignited at any moment; if not handled properly, the problems will be huge.

But she has an obligation to find out all of this.

The two shoulder massages earlier were their long-standing tacit understanding and secret code.

It means to go find someone.

Her job was to hold off the monster in front of her and gather some useful information along the way.

After all, the guy in front of them didn't seem to be something that was absolutely impossible to communicate with.

If we can communicate, then we have a lot of room to maneuver.

If they can communicate, then they can trade or even exploit each other.

To be honest, that's all the ability she has left, since the opponent's strength is clearly far beyond what's expected.

"Are you her...guardian?"

He picked up the notebook and glanced at the records. The things left by the medical operator were not necessarily written words, but symbols that were similar to words and used for quick recording, so ordinary people could not understand them.

Fortunately, Babel itself originated from the medical field, so these people had dealt with medical professionals for a long time and were able to understand the meaning of the notes left by doctors.

"elder sister."

Having no interest in conversation, and watching the guy in front of her come over and push away the female operator from before, it was clear that the other party had figured something out.

But what about that?

Sodium chloride is completely indifferent; she's like a god looking down on humanity, observing people's reactions—it's quite an interesting thing.

He observes everything with a detached and rational perspective, completely outside of the world.

The same is true now; she is actually looking forward to seeing how the so-called Tower of Babel will react.

After all, that clue came from the Tower of Babel.

Don't let me down.

Fellow members of the Tower of Babel~

P.S.: Third update!!!

Section 121 Leave of Absence

My mom stopped me from updating late at night and forced me to go to bed. I had no choice but to take a day off today. There's just so much going on at home. I've only been staying up late for a few weeks, and she's already forcing me to go to sleep. So annoying! [collapses]

Waaaaah! Wa ...

Chapter 117, Section 122: [A couple of shoulder massages]

Rest is very important.

The silver-haired girl was in the laboratory, gazing at the reflection on the brown liquid in the coffee cup.

They have no concept of time, and no regular schedule.

The girl simply followed her routine based on the most basic concept of "needs".

When I wake up, I conduct a debriefing session of the sand table battle in the laboratory. When I can't keep up mentally anymore, I go to sleep.

I only do two things every day.

The ID card, illuminated by the lamplight, hung swaying precariously in front of the collar.

That was her "new name".

Or perhaps...

Code name.

【Dr. Doctor】

A PhD, or a doctor.

In short, it has many meanings.

But for her, it was just a code name.

In fact, she does possess what is called "memory".

Unfortunately, those were just chaotic fragments of rambling.

And the warmth and nostalgia that only occasionally arise in dreams.

However, these cannot be organized into something that allows one to recall their former identity.

All she remembered was standing on a gray flagstone road, with waves crashing on the beach.

And the dim yellow streetlights.

And then there are people holding hands as they walk along the stone path, watching the sunset below the horizon.

Stone-paved road.

Feel the metal floor and walls around you, and hear the fan noise and flashing indicator lights from the huge server units running on the metal racks.

This kind of thing is everywhere in a place called Terra.

A desolate land, a mobile fortress with a massive chest-sized structure.

Stone slab roads are really rare.

When questioned, the woman remained silent and allowed herself to rest.

Ok?

Suddenly, I heard footsteps echoing in the hallway outside the glass wall.

The sound of hard-soled shoes running on a metal surface.

Then, a dark-haired Sarkaz woman was running by.

She knew that person.

After racking her brains for a while, the girl couldn't recall the other person's name; it was a very long and difficult-to-remember name.

But she is an engineer here.

She was responsible for all the machine maintenance, and she also led a team to install the server units here.

He's a very...strange person.

Because she always makes some strange and unusual statements.

"Babel Tower Ship Reliability Engineer, SUPERVISOR Great Systems Engineer, Kazdel Top 100 Young Person, Advocate of Open Source Software."

A vampire woman who has won numerous design awards, is an avid gamer, and loves sound cards, carbonated water, and evening coffee.

The girl with pure white grime could recite these strange things by heart.

Ok.

If she remembered correctly, in her memory, that female Sarkaz always liked to say these strange things, as if she were very powerful.

Although the Sarkaz Top 100 Young Talents award doesn't actually exist, the others are pretty much the same.

It's just that the other person has mentioned it so many times that she's already memorized it.

As for the other person's name... I can't remember it at all.

Having lost interest, the girl continued to focus on the sand table in front of her.