Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

When they finally came to their senses, they, along with their leader Amiya, the rescued person [Doctor], and all the other personnel who had escaped unharmed, were already on their way back to Rhodes Island.

as well as……

【can】.

Registered name: Rhodes Island

Registration Type: Large-scale integrated medical ship d Jiulin Siqi Ba, Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals' corporate headquarters

Maximum speed: 80 km/h

Power source: Shipborne high-energy boiler, turbine engine set *8

Special Request for Request: Disaster Early Warning Platform, Laser Mining Module.

The off-road vehicle rolled over the rugged terrain of the wilderness, quietly leaving Chernobog in the darkness of night, and passing through the shadows of Ursus; after driving for an unknown amount of time, Milan, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly sensed something and opened them.

That is... Rhodes Island.

He squinted: 裠二韭企锍揪删(（八）eyes.

At the horizon, a silent behemoth quietly reveals its outline: it cannot compare to a mobile city like Chernobog, but its metallic armor and various structures present a beautiful industrial feel, and the portholes on the side are lit by scattered lights, which seem to be a reassuring glow of civilization and order.

The ship is 600 meters long, 306 meters wide, and 136 meters high, with a total weight of 130,000 tons—in the world before Milan's transmigration, it would be a behemoth that "could only be seen in science fiction works." However, after arriving in Terra, due to the natural conditions that could cause more than one materials scientist and energy scientist to have a brain hemorrhage, its grandeur is far less than that of the mobile city itself.

Even Milan has developed some immunity to it.

But that didn't stop him from feeling amazed by the industrial beauty of this high-speed land-based ship, and a sense of intimacy that emanated from a subtle source, just by looking at it.

—This is Amiya and the Doctor's Ark, the stage for countless stories to unfold in the future...and this is Lao Tzu's island?

Having seen Rhodes Island countless times in the game, and even personally arranged its infrastructure, Milan couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as it appeared before her eyes.

The boarding process was also quick: vehicles boarded the ship via the retractable ramp on the 1st floor of Rhodes Island, where the welcoming staff were already prepared; Milan could even spot several familiar operators whose artwork matched his at a glance, but to his surprise, he didn't see the one who should have been there at first glance.

"Amiya and Mr. Ace need to provide immediate feedback on the mission details, and they also need to arrange follow-up matters for the Doctor, so for the time being, I will be in charge of receiving you all."

——Oh, that’s okay.

Along with a group of canned goods members with their families, and even the children of Azazel who had escaped, Milan and Herag, as their respective leaders, made formal contact with Rhodes Island. The speaker's tone was earnest and apologetic. Milan looked over and saw only Liberi's signature ear feathers, the newcomer's dark skin, Rhodes Island's typical uniform, and...

Four hands, almost like a personal trademark.

"Good evening, Mr. Helag and Mr. Milan."

She smiled gently, introducing herself with an almost overflowing maternal aura: "I am an operator from Rhodes Island's personnel department, and also a temporary guide for a few people. Just call me Raidian."

...So, the fact that there weren't enough people to rescue the Doctor in the Chernobog incident was simply due to Hypergryph's retconning of the story, right?

Looking at this woman whose temperament resembled a hot spring, Milan rolled her eyes inwardly: an elite operator of Rhodes Island, a bioelectric sensory user known as "mind reader"... Milan wasn't really familiar with her in the game. After all, although she was quite popular before being implemented due to her maternal characteristics, she was obtained not through gacha but through roguelikes, which was quite a high barrier to entry for a lazy person like Milan.

Q: Who are you trying to prevent by releasing this person?

A: First, we can rule out Azazel.

Raidian continued, "Please follow me, everyone. As a cooperative ally, Rhodes Island does not intend to impose too many restrictions on you. However, considering that Rhodes Island is, after all, a medical institution, we hope that those of you who brought your own equipment will understand our difficulties and cooperate with our work when walking around the ship."

"In addition, to facilitate movement within the ship, the personnel department has set up a temporary registration point for new boarding personnel. We will process your identity information and verify it as soon as possible. This is related to accommodation and meals, so we hope you will take it seriously... The medical department is also ready, and we will provide you with comprehensive medical examination services."

When the word "physical examination" was mentioned, Azazel's children were alright, but many of the canned members, including Azazel himself, showed unnatural expressions.

"Is there any problem?"

Raidian, who looked somewhat dazed, squinted and tilted his head.

"No, it's nothing, please don't worry about it."

Milan sighed and turned to his subordinates, saying, "Rhodes Island is in charge of allocating rooms. Cooperate with them. Don't cover up so much unless it's absolutely necessary. Do you all understand?"

"……grown ups."

To Milan's surprise, these canned food members, who were not afraid to fight with knives at his behest, all looked bewildered. Alexei gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me for speaking frankly, sir... but the brothers all have a problem now."

"Your initial purpose in establishing the canned goods business was to assist Rhodes Island in rescuing that doctor, right?"

"This mission is now complete."

This decisive Ursus man, who came from a humble background, rarely showed a thoughtful expression, much like Pavel: "If that's the case, then is there still any point in the existence of [Canned Goods]?"

"What should we do next?"

His voice wasn't loud, but the first floor of Rhodes Island was so quiet that there was hardly any noise to drown out his words, making his voice audible not only to Milan but also to others nearby. Herag turned his face away, while Raidian maintained her unchanging smile, her eyes narrowed, making it impossible to discern her true feelings.

However, behind Alexei, a group of canneries and other related personnel, including even the few family members that the Chernobog workers had managed to persuade, all cast inquiring glances at Milan.

Milan paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Canned Food was originally a temporary organization, and its initial purpose was to ensure the success of this operation—I don't plan to stay in Chernobog for long, which is not a secret within the gang."

"First, let me give you some advice: once we're out of the short-term crisis, we'll have more time to think about this issue. I don't have the habit of keeping people tied to me. If you still can't make a decision about the future, exploring Rhodes Island is also an option."

"Secondly... Alexei, aren't you subtly mistaken about something?"

Milan, smiling, changed the subject: "The Chernobog incident isn't over yet. Even if you want to resign, I'm not planning to agree. Don't you think it's a bit too early to be considering this now?"

Alexei and the others were taken aback for a moment, and then, including himself, the few who reacted quickly showed a relieved and happy expression on their faces.

"Then let's..."

"Oh, by the way, when you're getting a medical check-up at Rhodes Island, be cooperative and maintain a proper attitude."

Milan clapped his hands and raised his voice, saying, "Whether you're infected or not, it's the same. Don't try to hide your Oripathy problem. They're professionals at this, so don't be polite with them."

Medical Operator: "..."

—While it does seem to be true, why does your way of putting it sound so awkward?

"Oh dear, perhaps you didn't mean that, but I still think it might be necessary to remind you, Mr. Milan."

Raidian, wearing pink gloves, clasped his hands together and made a V-sign with his other two prosthetic hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "Rhodes Island respects patient privacy and is willing to cooperate in keeping patient medical records confidential; however, for the sake of your own health, I think you may also need Rhodes Island's medical check-up services. What do you think?"

“I think my situation may be more special than you think. Even if I have a medical examination, it would be better if someone personally handled it, both for you and for me.”

Milan wore the same expression and said with a smile, "Or is this question itself raised by someone who doesn't want to appear in front of me, Miss Raidian?"

Chapter 103 - Rhodes Island

"..."

Raidian's smile appeared somewhat forced, a rare occurrence.

It's truly remarkable—this operator, whose codename is translated as "Arc," gained immense popularity both domestically and internationally even before being implemented in the game, thanks to her stunning artwork: her dark skin tone, rarely seen in Arknights, her noticeably voluptuous figure, her infectious and inclusive maternal smile, and her memorable four-armed design. This led to a cross-language consensus among players both at home and abroad regarding her name, achieving the status of everyone being called "Commander."

This also gave many other players the opportunity to achieve another "Revision Master" achievement.

However, compared to this extraordinary fun, there are more problems at this moment in another aspect.

Operator Arc, an Ursus, was one of Rhodes Island's first elite operators. Originium Arts possesses the unique ability to "perceive electrical signals," primarily used to provide support in communications and electronic warfare. It can also perform a series of operations such as interrogation, lie detection, and emotional observation by sensing the neural signals of living organisms at close range with high precision.

Perhaps the latter application method is a bit too advanced, placing stringent demands on the user's personal abilities... but considering his degree in neuroscience from Saint-Germain University, this issue no longer seems to be a problem.

And... the reason why she is here and serves as Milan and the others' hostess is obvious.

If Milan remembers correctly, before Rhodes Island was established, she did serve in the Ursus army's interrogation department. It was after that that she escaped Ursus, traveled to Babel, endured the last difficult period when Babel was about to fall, and eventually became a pillar member of Rhodes Island in its early days.

She was absolutely reliable to Rhodes Island. It was somewhat unexpected that Kal'tsit would send her to Milan, but not at all strange. Call it double standards or not, Milan had a strong innate liking for people from Rhodes Island, so even if she knew what her purpose was, Milan didn't care.

"It's alright, old man. It's just some old stuff with Rhodes Island. It's nothing bad. I can handle it."

After dismissing her subordinates and sending away the seemingly kind-hearted but actually stern-faced Herag, Milan and Arc were soon left alone in the thoughtful gazes of the old man and Azazel's children. The gentle Arc remained as gentle as ever, her smile was very approachable, and her squinting eyes gave people a great sense of warmth; but at this moment, facing Milan's interested expression, she felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

—Dr. Kal'tsit, you didn't tell me the situation was this complicated...

"Let's be frank."

Milan stretched: "It's understandable that Kal'tsit doesn't want to see me right now. The Doctor was just rescued, and her first priority is to check on the Doctor's health and amnesia, and the third is to determine the mission's operational procedures. Not to brag, but my situation is probably the second most important thing to her."

"She's probably busy with her doctoral physical exam and can't spare any time, so she sent you to test my true abilities, right...? Are there any pre-set questions waiting for my answers?"

For a moment, even his facial expressions were out of control, and his smiling face revealed a hint of embarrassment.

"rest assured."

Seeing her looking so embarrassed she was practically rubbing her hands together, Milan smiled and said, "I have no ill intentions towards the Doctor, I have no ill intentions towards Amiya, and I have no ill intentions towards Rhodes Island."

“I am not your enemy. On the contrary, I am very interested in Rhodes Island. Whether it is cooperation or something else, I think we will have many opportunities to deal with each other in the future.”

"Well, I think my wording was pretty accurate. If it were you, you should be able to tell whether it was a lie or not, right?"

Milan performed particularly well.

"……Ugh."

To Milan's surprise, Arc sighed.

"Since you've already guessed this far, then trying to hide it would only make us look like the bad guys."

After sighing, the gentle but standard social expression on Electric Arc disappeared, replaced by an expression that was not much different from before, but gentler, more genuine, and more emotionally expressive.

“Mr. Milan… I now truly believe that you should have had dealings with Rhodes Island.”

Her beautiful eyebrows drooped, and she said helplessly, "Although I don't know where you met me, my abilities don't seem to work on you."

"?"

Milan has raised a question mark.

But Arc didn't continue explaining. Instead, he clasped his hands together sincerely and said, "I really believe in you. Although a large part of it was because I believed in Amiya before, we are willing to entrust those whom that child trusts to us. Well, there are always some procedures that cannot be ignored. You should be able to understand that, right?"

"But as for now—as you said, Dr. Kal'tsit is still busy dealing with the Doctor's problem. Since you are so familiar with her, you must know how important the Doctor is to us; she will definitely come to see you, and there will be time to resolve the issues between you. But before that, could you please give her some time?"

"Please!"

Is this the proper posture when asking someone for a favor?

Milan was more fortunate than ever that the time travel had brought him a sharper awareness, allowing him to quickly reintroduce the clichéd idea that had flashed through his mind into his DNA; considering that "this situation was expected, or rather, Kal'tsit's association with it was due to his guidance."

Everything proceeded as expected, and Milan breathed a long sigh of relief and relaxed.

"...Whether Kal'tsit agrees or not, I intend to stay at Rhodes Island for a while."

"……Eh?"

She looked up in confusion and saw Milan shrug and say casually, "In that case, could you please show me around?"

"Miss Arc?"

Milan is certainly not in a hurry.

Although the overall plan had some minor setbacks, the result was satisfactory to him: the natural disaster was about to strike, but he had already pulled the Doctor out of the blind box with Rhodes Island and safely sent all the personnel back to Rhodes Island headquarters; there were no sacrifices, no deaths, and not even serious injuries—he even took down Azazel on the side, as if he were killing two birds with one stone.

Having achieved all his main objectives, he could say that if it weren't for the troublesome Ursus kids, he wouldn't even have the energy to devote any more attention to Ursus.

The regret that Rhodes Island's Doctor could never make up for was erased before it even had a chance to happen, thanks to his intervention; as for the future: Milan has some plans for the kids, but his main attitude is to let things take their course—he wants to experience traveling the world, which he didn't have the chance to do before, he wants to experience showing off in front of people, which he didn't have the chance to do before, and romance, which he didn't have the chance to do before… well, we'll see how things go.

Before his transmigration, he could only type Minecraft on a computer keyboard, but now he has a real-life version to play. Before his transmigration, he deeply loved Tinker's Conquest, but now he holds it in his hands, and it even comes with a complete alternate world as a bonus. So, is there any need to ask the rest of the questions?

Milan felt that she would be letting down her identity as a transmigrator from the Celestial Empire if she didn't thoroughly study and understand her own cheat system, figure out her growth potential and direction, and try to explore a hexagonal path to ascension!

(PS: The allusion here is a niche internet meme joke—regarding the different ways protagonists in web novels from different countries behave: South Koreans value money the most, Japanese value girls the most, and only Chinese value killing the whole family the most.)

(But then a god commented, "Who said that? Step forward! I'll slay their whole family!" The remark is so apt that it's hard not to laugh.)

So now that all the initial goals have been achieved, Milan is indeed in a state of "satisfaction" and doing nothing. Now that he's already on Rhodes Island, and he's not some protagonist with a crisis chasing him like a dog, he feels he'd be letting down his six years of doctoral studies if he didn't take the opportunity to explore properly.

There is plenty of time in Milan, absolutely plenty of time.

So much time that, after a long night in Chernobog, as dawn broke over Rhodes Island, he, accompanied by Arc, thoroughly explored the island.

"This is the personnel department. The identification and authorization of personnel involved in shipboard activities all begin here. Only after information is entered here can you be considered to have completed the first step of becoming a guest of Rhodes Island."

"This is the reception room, which is also open as a public area when there are no visitors. However, since this is a shared space, please make an appointment two days in advance if needed."

"This is the middle section of the foredeck, which is the area where Rhodes Island enriches the life experience for its operators and some visitors. The Rhodes Island ship itself has facilities such as a 24-hour canteen, bar, barbershop, and coffee shop. In addition to the standard facilities, there are also some cubicles to welcome others to open their own shops."

"Further back is the medical department's territory, which is an area that visitors are generally advised not to disturb unless necessary; further down is the engineering department's workspace, so please respect Rhodes Island's own rules and regulations."

I had a great time exploring Milan.

"As for this place... as you can see, this is the accommodation section."

As the final part of this short tour, Arc personally escorted Milan to the residential area. As a high-speed land-based ship with an unusual background, the main part of Rhodes Island's mid-deck consists of warehouses, workshops, operator dormitories, and the medical ward. For some unknown reason, the Azazel personnel, led by Hrag, were all assigned to the ward as patients, but Milan and his "canned food" along with their families were temporarily assigned to the operator dormitory area.

The accommodation handbook Milan received stated that although Rhodes Island could accommodate two thousand people, it was clear that the ship's personnel were far from reaching that number, making it easy to allocate empty rooms. Milan requested a single room, and the personnel department immediately sent her an area map and room number, along with a message saying that the electronic key had been assigned and bound to her temporary ID card—quite a roundabout way indeed. Having fulfilled his guiding role, Arc smiled and said, "How is it? Are you satisfied with the room assigned by the personnel department?"

"That's enough."

Milan nodded: Even with limited manpower, the accommodations on Rhodes Island didn't look abandoned; rather, they were clearly being cleaned regularly. Perhaps the cleaning frequency varied depending on the room allocation priority, or perhaps the bunk beds and limited personal space reminded Milan of her own still-unfamiliar university dormitories, but…