Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

"Couldn't Ursus install more streetlights?"

Milan sighed.

Escaping the fire in Azazel was not difficult for Milan. He simply dug through the denser layers of infill and easily created a passage that could accommodate him, allowing him to walk through a place where there was no path at all.

Returning to the surface from the shadows, Milan did not remove his armor but walked in the shadows. The increasingly thick natural disaster clouds obscured the light of the twin moons, making it difficult for his armor, even with its metallic surface, to reflect light, allowing him to lurk in the shadows like a ghost.

Although everyone else is the same.

But to those ghosts, Milan clearly felt more like a ghost: the extremely heavy armor on him was silent, yet enough to render the first round of attacks by all those who were startled and stressed ineffective; and Milan's counterattacks were clean and efficient, requiring no second strike to hang them all neatly on the wall.

It didn't take him much effort to calibrate the location around Azazel. After all, he had already memorized the routes around the Energy Research Institute during the time he spent scouting the area, and even someone who was half-blind could recognize the routes.

As he approached the energy research institute, he could hear increasingly clear shouts of killing, sounds of conflict and chaos, a common occurrence in Milan that night.

—When the Doctor first woke up, was it necessary to sacrifice a group of Reunion members to appease the heavens and the earth?

Milan rolled his eyes, picked up his spear, and took advantage of the shadows to speed up and rush forward.

Turning the corner, in the bright torchlight, Milan immediately spotted Amiya casting a spell behind the protective line, and the canned guards standing firm like rocks at the front.

and also……

“[Torch]…”

Milan narrowed her eyes.

Chapter 100: Melee, After the Operation

Those who have actually used torches may know that in many games and movies, the appearance of torches often leads viewers to a misconception: that when you light one up and walk at night, its illumination is actually quite considerable.

So, is the lighting performance of this thing really that impressive?

...if any.

To reiterate: those who have actually used torches probably understand that their actual performance is merely passable and quite worrisome. Unlike in movies and TV shows, where they seem to illuminate a large area around the protagonist, making viewers subconsciously include the lighting on set in the description—it's not like that. In fact, setting aside the extra features added by modern technology, the main function of this thing in the classic online game is more to deter nocturnal beasts and observe terrain at close range.

And to bolster one's courage... Of course, if you're considering using this as a weapon, then disregard what I said.

Therefore, there is a very obvious difference between real-world torches and the torches you make yourself. Milan can tell this at a glance: Minecraft torches are considered eternally stable as long as you don't add any strange mods to make it more difficult. They have a light intensity of 14 levels, which means that even if the light intensity decreases by 1 level for every block away, they can still radiate a range of illumination that far exceeds the stability of real-world torches.

Not to mention the iconic pixelated style of the flames—which made Milan subconsciously frown.

He was certain that this group was only slightly better than ordinary thugs, and was definitely not the Yeti Squad or the Infected Guerrilla Team to whom he had given torches; and now this thing had fallen into the hands of these people... He couldn't rule out the possibility that Patriot had become a loyalist and handed over what he had left behind as supplies to the Reunion Headquarters.

But with a simple deduction, Milan felt it was more likely that the old man had brought his rabbit to this neighborhood at Talulah's request, just to gnaw on a tough nut like himself.

—Hiss…the situation seems to be getting complicated.

This lingering doubt prevented Milan from immediately rushing to Rhodes Island's aid—in fact, seeing Amiya and the others emerge, and the hooded guy already holding a tablet, he could guess that the main mission of "rescuing the Doctor" was already more than halfway complete; these scattered individuals were far from being a match for the Rhodes Island operators.

The situation didn't require his intervention.

So he quietly took out his shortbow and activated its enhanced aiming ability; as his fingers rested on the bowstring and he could no longer draw it, his field of vision immediately zoomed in and expanded, revealing clear details, as if he had a telescope.

—Let me see if there's anything strange lurking behind this mantis…

The enemy is numerous.

The rioters of the Integration Movement were initially just a group of people roaming the streets, but as the conflict escalated and the commotion spread, it attracted more and more people.

The rioters followed behind the insurgents, swarming in like bees, brandishing crude weapons and roaring; the light of Originium Arts flickered irregularly amidst the flames of the Molotov cocktails, intertwining with the light trails of Rhodes Island's counterattack.

Compared to the Reunion Movement, whose emotions were abnormally high to the point of near frenzy, the situation on Rhodes Island was eerily quiet on the surface.

Only they themselves knew that, within Rhodes Island's internal communication channels, the Doctor's concise instructions and PRTS's prompts were as clear as ice and snow.

"With Ace as the axis, the close-range front line contracts 15 degrees clockwise, and long-range firepower eliminates the light source."

"Operator Nearl, there are signs of a breach in your defenses... Good, the crisis is over."

"There are wounded on the right wing, reserves are being rotated, and the medical team is in place."

The voice, still somewhat weak in its tone, rang in their earpieces. It sounded powerless, yet it seemed to possess a strange magic. The command was concise and precise, without any superfluous words. Surprisingly, the PRTS system seemed to be able to read the thoughts behind the commander's brief command, supplementing it with specific action suggestions for each individual at intervals.

The two voices complemented each other with such precision, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

While the new recruits among Rhodes Island's operators were initially taken aback, they quickly realized the change as they subconsciously obeyed orders: the formation was finely adjusted like a precision component in operation, and the actions that had felt sluggish under pressure instantly became smooth and efficient—the long-range firepower of snipers and caster operators extinguished the Reunion Movement's light source, immediately creating chaos among the low-quality personnel, allowing them to break up the enemy's pressure front line one by one according to their instructions.

The veteran operators of Rhodes Island wore complex expressions: were they filled with emotion? Nostalgia? Familiarity? Or even guilt?

Maybe a bit of both.

However, including Ace, the few veteran operators who had become the backbone of Rhodes Island accepted orders with a higher degree of obedience than the younger ones. Their obedience dispelled some of the younger ones' doubts and acted like a lubricant, allowing the entire battle formation to change smoothly.

The battlefield information provided by the PRTS system was efficiently understood by the Doctor as an abstract mathematical model, and then turned into orders that were issued one by one; Amiya, as a firepower unit, stood guard in front of the Doctor, protecting him while also providing magical firepower.

On the battlefield, only the members of the Canned Food crew were not connected to Rhodes Island's command link—Amiya was about to remind the Doctor, but she heard the Doctor look up from the command terminal screen and whisper in a voice outside the command link:

"Allies... their locations, that's fine."

"what?"

Amiya paused for a moment.

"If they can't be commanded, then don't force it; let us cooperate with them."

With his memory blank but his instincts for commanding battles intact, the doctor looked at the white armor that, even in the dim light, still stood out despite the removal of their cloaks, and whispered, "Their defenses are very strong."

“Using their stability as a fulcrum, their defenses and positions divide the battlefield, we rely on them to defend the flanks and secure our rear, using them as virtual positions to meet the enemy.”

The battlefield situation information constructed by PRTS is updated at an astonishing speed, and the information of each unit is quantified in real time. The Doctor's style of commanding the battle is like simply solving a problem, weaving this information into invisible threads.

As for friendly forces that he cannot reach, he treats them as "stakes" to divide the defensive line, turning them into "squares" that objectively exist on the tactical chessboard; Rhodes Island operators are chess pieces that move between the squares, and the two together form a complete tactical structure from another perspective, which perfectly leverages the entire battle situation.

"Mr. Alexei!"

"Please proceed slowly forward in section A1! Accelerate to the right in section A2 and open the front!"

"Just maintain the line as before! Don't force any casualties, we need to start the counterattack!"

The Doctor's instructions could only be relayed to the Canned Food members through Amiya's relay. Alexei waved his hand and gave the order, and the Canned Food guards immediately carried it out—their heavy steps and sturdy armor were like a moving wall, while the heavy force of their blows was like a flipper in Milan, adding untouchable thorns to this wall.

What could have been a chaotic battle quickly turned into a well-organized defensive counterattack after the Doctor took over; the Reunion Movement's numerical advantage seemed clumsy and powerless in the face of this precise and brutal tactic.

As for Alexei, he was filled with shock.

—This is the person the adults planned in advance, this is the organization the adults paid attention to…This is Rhodes Island?

Milan, shrouded in shadow, had a complete view of everything.

The shift in the front line from defense to counterattack, the seamless coordination of Rhodes Island operators, even Amiya's hopeful trust, the tilt of the battlefield situation under excellent command—and of course, that hooded figure, just standing there quietly, as if holding the invisible threads of the entire battlefield.

Even if I am currently suffering from amnesia.

"Amazing……"

This is something I have to admit, you have to admire it – Milan secretly clicked his tongue under the mask: Although it sounds like a hellish joke, even though he had just woken up, this tactical awareness that seemed to be engraved in his bones had not faded at all. His ability to combine macro-planning with detailed insight was like a gamer playing a game, with a kind of overly rational and thorough understanding.

Milan felt that he wasn't even at that level in video games.

"The evil spirit of Babel"... well, if nothing unexpected happens, it probably won't be long before it becomes "the hungry spirit of Rhodes Island".

"..."

The once surging crowd thinned out, and the shouts turned into panicked fleeing. Faced with Rhodes Island's counterattack, which had reversed the momentum, the disorganized mob, acting only out of sheer fanaticism, was quickly demoralized. Once the first person fled, another followed, and the already chaotic offensive collapsed instantly.

Only scattered resistance and a scene of utter devastation remained.

"call out--!"

Just as Rhodes Island was preparing to further annihilate the last resistance, arrows swept across the battlefield from the shadows, striking the few remaining rebels; the heavy arrows pierced through their bodies, causing the first one to be hit by a car, and he was suddenly sent spinning into the air, knocking his companions to the ground like rolling gourds.

With just a few arrows, the seemingly spirited members of the organization could no longer care about their hot-bloodedness and instead scrambled after the scattered crowd, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Rhodes Island did not pursue them—after all, Rhodes Island was not there to carry out an extermination operation, and people are not tireless machines after all. After this encounter, no matter how brilliantly the Doctor commanded, it could not be denied that the operators felt an undeniable fatigue.

Milan didn't pursue them either.

Amidst the chaotic aftermath, the unique illumination of the MC torch was very conspicuous. Milan picked up the torch, silently put it into her inventory, and then headed towards Rhodes Island. The members of Rhodes Island also noticed this scene, and their subconscious tension made them raise their weapons with trembling arms—but it was Amiya who exclaimed in surprise first, even after them.

"Mr. Milan!"

Am I too late?

Milan's teasing voice came from beneath the visor. Amidst the relaxed expressions of the Rhodes Island operators, Ace waved towards some unknown high point, while Amiya waved back to Milan. As he approached, she said, "No, that's not true. The reinforcements arrived just in time!"

"They just shot a few arrows to scare people."

Milan shook her head, and Amiya laughed when she saw this.

"I'm so glad you're alright. I wonder what happened to Mr. Helag and Azazel..."

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

Milan said, "They were unlucky; they were right in the area that was hit by the riots. The houses were mostly burned down, but the people were okay."

"Now I should go to my base according to the old man's arrangements. There shouldn't be any major problems for the time being, but it may cause some trouble for Rhodes Island for a while."

"How can it be considered troublesome? It's something we should do anyway, especially with Mr. Herag's help."

Amiya shook her head seriously, and Milan laughed. He looked at the Rhodes Island team, which was slightly disheveled but still quite well-organized, and the Canned Food Squad, which had regrouped. To make a rather lame joke, it might be hard for anyone to believe, but in the current situation, the ones with the most stamina on the field were probably his group of heavily armored guards.

Even after a fierce battle, the rich and fragrant aroma of the stewed pork bones couldn't be masked... This not only gave many Rhodes Island operators a rather ambiguous expression, but also added a touch of dark humor to the tragic scene left behind by the battle.

The members of the canned food company were already used to it and were no longer surprised by it.

"Well done, everyone has worked hard."

Milan waved his hand, and the canned goods crew immediately stood at attention. Alexei straightened up and replied, "Yes, sir!"

Even he couldn't help but add, "Sir, this doctor's command... is truly, truly remarkable."

"I know."

Milan nodded, her gaze passing over Ace and Amiya, and landing on the person standing quietly behind them, whose face and figure were completely hidden by the oversized uniform and hood.

The atmosphere became somewhat delicate. The Rhodes Island operators and the Canned Food members had just finished a battle together and become more friendly with each other, but at this moment, they suddenly became tense for no reason. Rumors that the two key figures on both sides, who were said to be high-ranking officials on their side and the enemy leader, already knew each other, made them hold their breath.

"Ah! Doctor, this is Mr. Milan!"

Amiya quickly explained, "He's an important ally in this operation. Without his help, we might not have found this place so easily beforehand, and we might have encountered more unforeseen troubles."

She turned to Milan, hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say, and could only say dryly, "Mr. Milan, as you can see, this is the Doctor."

Chapter 101 - The Isolated Island

[Doctor]

Undoubtedly, the role corresponding to this title holds a very special significance for Milan.

Amiya's introduction was dry and uninspired, except for her long rabbit ears which stood straight: Did she really need to introduce the Doctor to Milan?

This man clearly knew from the beginning that the Doctor was hiding here, claimed to have dealt with Rhodes Island but no one recognized him, and even Dr. Kal'tsit showed such a strange attitude—although it may seem unbelievable, he knew the Doctor, so the possibility of this conjecture seems higher; but if he knew the Doctor long ago, then... could it be that he knew her before her, before Rhodes Island, or even before the Tower of Babel?

If that's the case, then what exactly is his relationship with the doctor?

Amiya couldn't help but feel nervous. So nervous that even though she was in Rhodes Island's team and Ace was right beside her, she subconsciously clenched her hands in her sleeves.

Milan looked at the Doctor, and the person Amiya called the Doctor also looked at Milan. Both fell silent for a moment. Milan could see that the other person was shorter than her. At close range, it was clear that although the other person was wrapped up tightly in a large coat and hood, his eyes were still clear and deep through the gaps in the hood.

With a look of bewilderment as if just awakened, yet also with a penetrating insight that seemed to see through everything—even in his current state, Milan could sense that there was a subtle scrutiny in the other person's gaze.

Faced with such a gaze, he was less surprised to discover that the other person was actually a girl.

The two sized each other up in silence, the brief moment seeming to stretch on endlessly to onlookers; finally, Milan spoke first, her voice carrying an overwhelmingly complex emotion that ironically made her appear calm.

"A brilliant command, truly beyond my expectations. I didn't know you had such a talent."

"……Thanks."

Dr. Wy.i, seemingly taken aback, appeared somewhat flustered by such a direct compliment; whether pondering the question of "why does it seem like everyone knows me?" or something else, she remained silent for a few seconds before replying in a still slightly hoarse and hesitant voice:

"You are their leader?"

"They are also very excellent."

"I don't know their level yet, so let's skip the mutual flattery."

Milan let out a chuckle from beneath his helmet. Amiya breathed a sigh of relief and interjected, "Excuse me, Mr. Milan, I'm sorry to bother you. I didn't know what your relationship with the Doctor was like before..."

"But, Doctor, it seems she has lost her past memories."

"Amnesia?"

Milan paused, and the full-coverage helmet suddenly disappeared from her head, revealing a youthful face. She looked at Amiya with a slightly furrowed brow, and then at the Doctor.

"You don't remember anything at all?"