Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"I'm warning you not to act impulsively. Dealing with infected people is already complicated enough, and we need to follow the procedures!"

The infected were clearly dissatisfied with this explanation and, driven by anger, continued to press forward.

The military police, seeing this, were on high alert, and one by one they drew their weapons and pointed them at the infected, trying to scare them away.

Just as the two sides were locked in a standoff, a blood-stained cloth flew out from the infected group and hit the squad leader hard in the face.

Chapter 348 What is resistance?

The blood-stained rag was slapped onto the squad leader's face with a loud 'smack'.

The squad leader's face was instantly stained red, blood flowing down his cheeks and eventually pooling at his jaw, dripping down one drop at a time.

After a moment's reaction, the squad leader let out a terrified howl.

In that instant, chaos erupted in the square. When the military police saw their squad leader attacked, their faces were filled with shock and anger, and many of them immediately began to brandish their weapons, slashing the infected people in front of them.

"Go back, or we'll kill you as thugs!"

"Doctor, quickly go and call a doctor to isolate the squad leader!"

"Who threw that piece of cloth? You're attacking the military police! You've broken the law, do you know that?"

The infected were initially shocked by the sudden situation, but were quickly enraged by the military police's counterattack. Many lost their minds and began scratching and rubbing their wounds indiscriminately, attempting to use their blood as a biological weapon to launch an attack.

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a stream of runes cut across the two teams, forcibly separating them.

Logos, holding a bone pen, slowly walks to the front of the line of infected people.

Upon seeing Logos, the infected were all invigorated.

"It's that very strong Sarkaz, he's also an Infected, and he's come to our aid!"

Cheers erupted from the infected crowd, their eyes burning with intensity as they fixed intently on Logos' figure.

Upon hearing the cries of the infected, the military police were on high alert and pointed their weapons at Logos.

Logos' voice wasn't loud, but it easily drowned out the noise in the room.

He didn't say much, but after calming the situation, he turned to look at the squad leader:

"You don't need to panic too much. The probability of infection from ordinary blood contact is not high. First, wash the blood off with clean water, and then take the prophylactic medication in time."

If you know Dr. Anto, you can seek help from her; she is a specialist in carcinogenic lesions.

The squad leader felt a strange sense of relief upon hearing Logos' voice, but his blood-stained face still looked grim.

“Dr. Anto…I’ve heard of her, but she’s also infected…”

"So you'd rather risk infection than set aside your prejudices and get treatment?" Logos asked calmly.

The squad leader choked for a moment, then quickly gave a few instructions to the vice-captain beside him before leaving the scene in a hurry.

After finishing with the squad leader's matter, Logos turned back to look at the infected people behind him.

Countless burning gazes met his eyes, as if they wanted to ignite Logos with the flames burning in their hearts.

"That man, come out."

Logos remained unaffected by the infected individuals' emotions, raising his bone pen and pointing it directly at a middle-aged man in the infected group.

When the man was pointed at by Logos, a look of panic flashed across his face, and he instinctively tried to hide in the crowd.

But the next second, runes appeared all over his body, forcibly dragging him out of the group.

"What are you doing?" the man shouted in terror. "We're both infected, we're on the same side, why are you attacking me?"

"Because you just tried to spread Oripathy with your own blood," Logos said coldly.

These words immediately made everyone present understand what had happened.

The members of the military police looked at the man with boundless rage.

When the man realized that his act of throwing away the blood-stained cloth had been exposed, a flicker of panic crossed his face, but he quickly suppressed it and retorted:

“Those military police discriminate against infected people, so I’ll make them infected too. This is just my resistance, and it’s an act of justice!”

"Your so-called resistance is just imposing your misfortune on others?" Logos said coldly. "You and I are both infected, so we should be aware of the pain we suffer, and we should also know that one of the main reasons why infected people are discriminated against is that others are afraid of being infected."

Instead of trying to dispel this misunderstanding, you're deepening others' fear with your actions, which will only escalate the conflict between you.

"Then what should we do?" the middle-aged man said hoarsely. "We don't have your strength, and no one dares to oppress you, but we ordinary infected people live in misery every day."

Now, faced with natural disasters, we are even being treated differently. Why? The lives of those infected are lives too!

"But you shouldn't put others at risk of infection."

A deep, muffled voice suddenly broke into Logos' conversation with the man.

The towering figure of Niyan walked over from a distance and stood in front of the middle-aged man, looking down at him from above.

At least... that's how it appears to the people around us.

The middle-aged man's imposing manner suddenly faltered, and his tone softened slightly in the face of Mudrock's imposing figure:

"It's just to treat our injuries, what risks are involved..."

"Although the probability is not high, doctors who have not received professional training in the treatment of carcinogenic lithiasis are at risk of occupational exposure if they come into contact with infected individuals!"

Mudrock's voice, muffled by the armor, was incredibly deep, but anyone could hear the anger in her tone.

She is a Sarkaz, she is infected, and she has endured discrimination and suffering that most people cannot imagine.

But precisely because she has been through it, she doesn't want to see others suffer the same fate!

Unfortunately, not everyone is mudstone.

The infected group, including the middle-aged man, fell silent, not out of remorse, but out of fear.

Seeing that Logos and Mudrock were both 'standing' on the side of the non-infected, they were angry, but dared not say anything more.

The middle-aged man pursed his lips twice, as if he were saying something silently, before finally turning around to return to the line of infected people.

But as soon as he turned around, he was immediately stopped by Logos and Mud Rock.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man panicked again.

Logos pointed to the military police headquarters with a bone pen and said calmly:

"As they just said, your actions are illegal, and you should go with them now to accept your punishment."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar.

The anger of those infected, which had been suppressed by the two men's strength, was now showing signs of being unable to be contained.

Logos noticed this, his lips pursed slightly beneath the mask, but he was not about to back down.

Although Rhodes Island is an organization that fights for the Infected, it is not an organization that blindly protects the Infected. If the Infected make mistakes, Rhodes Island will not tolerate them either.

In some respects, Rhode Island has an even lower tolerance for infected individuals making mistakes.

"You...you've betrayed us!"

The middle-aged man's face turned red with anger, and he cursed, spitting as he spoke: "Are you trying to curry favor with those who are not infected, so that you can gain some benefit for yourselves?"

"Lackeys! Traitors! You actually wanted to leech off the corpses of your fellow infected! I shouldn't have trusted you. The Sarkaz are truly a bunch of cold-blooded demons!"

Logos did not get angry at the middle-aged man's scolding, but calmly asked in return:

"After saying all this, you just want to say that you're already pitiful because you're infected, so you don't want to take responsibility for your mistakes, right?"

"They forced me to do that, what did I do wrong?"

The middle-aged man roared, his neck stiff.

Logos' eyes were slightly lowered.

He was already used to this kind of situation.

Some infected individuals choose to resist discrimination, wanting to fight for their legitimate rights and to live in the sunlight on an equal footing with non-infected individuals.

There are also infected individuals like the middle-aged man in front of us who choose violence because of discrimination, thinking only of spreading Oripathy and making others feel their pain, as if doing so can make them feel better.

Logos has already made up his mind.

He slowly raised his bone pen.

Chapter 349 Loving your own life is the best form of resistance

Upon seeing Logos's gesture, the middle-aged man's eyes widened in shock, and terror filled his face.

Golden runes bloomed from the tip of the bone pen.

"Wait a moment!"

A shout suddenly came from afar, interrupting Logos's actions.

Logos turned his head and saw an Erafian man in military uniform with antlers on his head hurrying towards him.

Upon seeing the newcomers, the members of the military police immediately saluted in unison.

"Commander Severin, you've finally arrived."

Even the infected people seemed to calm down a bit when they saw Severin, clearly showing him great respect.

"What happened?" Severin arrived at the scene, looking travel-worn, and asked with a frown.

The deputy captain of the military police immediately stepped forward and briefly explained the situation.

After learning what had happened, Severin's expression clearly turned sour.

He anticipated that the chaos caused by the natural disaster would inevitably lead to friction between the infected and the uninfected, but he never imagined that the two sides would be so impulsive as to fight each other, or even commit the most heinous act of trying to infect others.

Severin turned to Logos and said politely:

"Thank you for stepping in to stop the escalation of the conflict. May I now handle the rest?"

Logos put away the bone pen and stepped aside to make room.

Severin nodded his thanks, walked up to the middle-aged man, and his expression was complicated, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

“Ellenby, I remember you. You were the craftsman who lived in the Twelve-Tone Block.”

The middle-aged man was surprised that such an important figure as Severin would recognize him, and a look of flattery and unease flashed across his face.

Ignoring Allenby's changing expression, Severin continued:

"To be honest, you are a good craftsman, but you are too lazy and have wasted your talent."

I always see you at various protests against COVID-19. You always say you're having a hard time, but after my investigation, is your hardship really because you're infected?

“You…” Allen’s facial muscles twitched, and he forced himself to say, “Otherwise what? I feel discrimination all the time, discrimination from those who are not infected!”

No, you're lying.

Severin's tone suddenly rose: "You inherited your father's artisan shop, but you were too lazy to run it. Instead, you sold it to make a fortune and spent your days in taverns."

During that time, you never claimed to have been discriminated against until you had squandered all your money. Suddenly, you started participating in protests by infected people, hoping to get the government to increase subsidies for infected people.

"Your life is so bad only because of your laziness. I'm sure if you weren't infected, you wouldn't even be receiving government subsidies, and you'd already be homeless!"

Severin didn't make a move, but his words were like a heavy punch, making Allenby stagger and almost fall to the ground.

Severin gave him a disgusted look, then turned his gaze to the infected.

Ignoring the pain in his lungs, he forced himself to shout:

"Gentlemen, I believe you all know my name, Severin. I hope you can calmly listen to what I have to say."

In Wolumond, although you are all infected, have you ever heard of non-infected people bullying infected people and getting away with it?

Have any of you ever had your legitimate requests to the government rejected because you were infected with the virus?

No! I, Severin, swear on my life that such a thing would never happen in Wolumond!

At this point, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and bent over, coughing violently.

The infected looked at each other, their expressions wavering for the first time.

In front of the entire square, only Severin's barely suppressed coughing echoed continuously.

A golden rune merged into Severin's body, helping him suppress his physical discomfort.

But Logos, who made the move, subtly changed his expression, as if he had noticed something.