Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Sakorta, you said we'd get our comeuppance sooner or later for not being tolerant, but why hasn't it come yet?"

Arturo said expressionlessly, "If you continue to be so rude to me, you may encounter something more terrifying than a natural disaster when this is over."

"Oh my, you've already broken down? Are you threatening me?" The troublemaker, hiding in the crowd, yelled. "The powerful figure behind you, the Queen's Voice, hasn't been seen for days. She's probably abandoned Wolumond and sneaked away to avoid getting Oripathy."

If you don't leave soon, be careful you don't end up in the infected neighborhood living with those short-lived people, and you might get infected within two days.

Arturo easily found the troublemaker, but deliberately didn't bring him out.

In the past, she would have definitely tried to punish the other person in a funny way, but now, she prefers to keep them around and slowly complain to Qi Yan after returning to his side, so that Qi Yan can stand up for her.

It's like when someone stood up for the Cretaceous and caused a ruckus at Viseheim.

The thought of Qi Yan grabbing his hand and fiercely lecturing the other person, slapping anyone who dared to stop him away, made Arturo's lips curl into a smile.

That's what makes it so interesting.

But Arturo's daydream was quickly interrupted.

To her slightly surprised gaze, a military policeman on the outskirts of the lecture suddenly began muttering to himself, as if possessed, pushing through the crowd while his eyes searched for the troublemaker.

Chapter 365 Ignorance breeds prejudice, and prejudice breeds arrogance.

The troublemaker was completely oblivious to the arrival of the military police and continued to taunt them:

Why aren't you saying anything?

Now you're scared?

"Your Sakorta thinking is naive. In our eyes, infected people aren't even human; they're just walking sources of infection. Once you get infected by them, let's see if you'll still be able to speak up for them!"

After venting his anger, he noticed that Arturo's gaze was fixed on the back of the group.

The troublemaker instinctively turned his head and saw a military policeman pushing through the crowd and rushing towards him.

If he had just stopped his sarcastic remarks, Para wouldn't have been able to find him. But with his constant talking, his whereabouts had already been exposed.

"What were you talking about just now?"

Para seemed to have heard the most terrifying thing in the world. She stepped forward and grabbed the tough guy's protective suit, her expression ferocious beneath the mask: "You said the infected are the source of the infection?"

The troublemaker was so frightened by Para's terrifying aura that his heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively began to struggle:

"What are you doing? I'm a citizen of Wolumond, I haven't broken any laws, and I have the freedom to speak!"

"You're wrong!"

Para blurted out, "According to page 21, line 5, point 9, infected individuals are not classified as sources of infection!"

Oripathy isn't scary; ignorance is!

The troublemaker was quite frightened and forcefully broke free from Pira's grasp, shouting angrily:

"What's wrong with you? The infected are a bunch of short-lived ghosts covered in disease. They will spread Oripathy wherever they go."

Yesterday they said that infected people would also participate in the presentations, but now we haven't seen a single one. I'm afraid everyone in the infected neighborhood has already died, leaving behind piles of Originium and Originium dust everywhere.

"Bah! A bunch of short-lived bastards, making our already limited living conditions in Wolumond even worse!"

"Idiot, you're an idiot!"

Para laughed maniacally, "I used to be such an idiot, I was a fucking idiot!"

People around him were frightened by his condition and hurriedly scattered, clearing a large open space around Para.

Para stood in the crowd, hands behind her head, loudly reciting the key points:

"According to page sixteen, the second knowledge point in the third line."

The infected person is not infectious, and there is no risk from normal contact with food. In professions such as chef, butcher, and food delivery, infected persons can still work!

According to the first point in the first line of page five, protecting the environment can effectively prevent the spread of ores-borne diseases.

He suddenly raised his head and scanned his surroundings.

Even at lecture sites where large numbers of people gather every day, Originium Forest can still be seen everywhere.

No one was willing to risk clearing out these dangerous things... including the military police.

“We will all die, die because of our own prejudice and ignorance. We are the destined short-lived ghosts in this city, we are the culprits spreading Oripathy!”

Para raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the infected neighborhood, gritting her teeth as she said, "Do you know that while you were still mired in infighting and prejudice, the infected had already cleaned up the neighborhood they lived in?"

There, children can play without worry, people can take off their protective suits and breathe freely, and food doesn't need to be carefully preserved or eaten hastily after being received.

You are still immersed in your own world, looking down on the infected from a high position, unaware that they no longer care about you.

They now live only for themselves, and even amidst natural disasters, their lives are full of color.

How long has it been since you last laughed?

Last night I was reciting in the neighborhood with infected people, and all the infected people I saw had relaxed smiles on their faces!

Para's shouts echoed through the lecture hall, where all was deathly silent.

Everyone's face was filled with astonishment, listening to Para's words as if they were hearing an unrealistic and absurd joke.

But Para's expression, that sense of inferiority and regret, was something that couldn't be faked.

The other members of the military police wanted to stop Pala, but Mochi stopped them, letting Pala release the emotions that had been building up all day and all night.

"What exactly happened to Para?" a military policeman asked incredulously.

Moqi shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with lingering emotion:

“This child’s former arrogance and prejudice were forcibly torn off, thrown on the ground and trampled into pieces. He saw another world on this land. If he is not allowed to vent, he will be suffocated by this emotion.”

The surrounding military police were all shocked.

They weren't fools; from Mochi's account, they realized that what Para had said was probably true.

But the non-infected residents looked at each other blankly, their eyes filled with fear and avoidance, thinking that Para was just crazy.

Noticing their gazes, Para threw her head back, covered her face, and burst into wild laughter.

However, anyone could hear a hint of sadness in his laughter.

“The infected neighborhood is right there. You can go and see for yourselves how ridiculous your ignorance and prejudice are.” Para pointed in the direction of the infected neighborhood, her sarcasm undisguised.

The non-infected residents still didn't believe it, but they were intrigued by Para's erratic behavior.

After a moment's hesitation, one person started walking towards the infected neighborhood. Once the first person started, others followed suit, and the crowd marched towards the infected neighborhood in a grand procession.

Mochi walked against the crowd to Pala's side, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted her:

"Calm down. Maybe you've done a good thing. As long as the non-infected people see the truth, some of them will eventually realize the truth, and then you'll have saved them."

We still have work to do: maintain order and prevent any non-infected individuals from offending those who are infected.

Upon hearing the word 'offensive,' Paraa shuddered but quickly regained her composure.

On the other side of the stage, Arturo and W exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised.

"Qi Yan acted so quickly, did he cheat by cleaning the streets with blood?" W said with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Just go and take a look and you'll find out."

Arturo put down the microphone and slowly followed the group.

The distance between the infected area and the non-infected neighborhoods is neither close nor far; in less than an hour, a large crowd had arrived outside the neighborhood.

Their steps were like those of a well-trained army, stopping abruptly before slowly probing forward, as if they would rush into the Originium Forest the next second if they moved too fast.

But soon, as they officially saw what the infected neighborhood looked like, everyone was plunged into unspeakable shock.

John, who was on duty at the street entrance, was equally shocked.

"What's going on?" John instinctively raised a broom, saying nervously, "Don't come any closer! You have Originium dust on you, it will infect us!"

The non-infected group: "..."

They all fell into a daze.

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

Eventually, someone recovered first, pointed to the clean and tidy street, and questioned:

"You cleared this place out?"

John remained vigilant, nodding and saying, "Yes, what's so difficult about cleaning up your own neighborhood?"

The non-infected people looked at each other, still feeling a bit unreal, but the facts were right in front of them, leaving them no choice but to believe it.

Most non-infected individuals remained silent.

But then one person rolled his eyes twice, suddenly raised his arm and shouted:

"I understand. You infected people have antibodies against Originium, so you can easily clear the Originium clusters."

This statement, despite having no basis whatsoever, immediately gained the approval of most people.

Even more surprisingly, one person had a sudden inspiration and excitedly said:

"In that case, let you infected clean up the entire Wolumond!"

We've been feeding and tolerating you infected people all this time, and now it's finally your turn to be useful!

Chapter 366 Invading the Infected District

At the entrance to the neighborhood where infected people live, John confronts a large group of non-infected people while holding a broom.

He was shocked when he heard the request made by someone in the non-infected group.

Because those words were so outrageous, he couldn't even muster any anger; all that remained was the awe of the diversity of species.

John took a deep breath, then suddenly burst into a tirade:

Do you have some serious illness?

Why should infected people be responsible for your living environment? You have hands and feet, so why don't you clean up the Originium Forest?

"You're not infected, so you're something else! Do you have an extra head or are you missing a leg?"

After cursing, he waved his broom and impatiently chased them away:

"Stop crowding around here, get out of my house!"

"How dare you speak like that, you infected person?"

A commotion immediately erupted from the non-infected group: "We're giving you a chance to contribute, and this is also your chance to rebuild your image in our hearts. I advise you to think twice!"

John was truly angry this time.

He had faced malice from non-infected people before, but this was the first time he had been used as a tool to be yelled at.

“I’ll say it one last time, get out of here, this is our home!” John waved his broom, trying to scare away the non-infected.

But those who were not infected were like wild beasts that had caught their prey, making no attempt to hide their malice.

Ignoring John's resistance, they charged forward with brooms in hand, as if they wanted to seize control of the infected neighborhood.

John's expression changed upon seeing this, and he wisely chose to withdraw and avoid contact with the non-infected individuals.

His earlier words weren't meant to deliberately annoy the other person; the other person genuinely came from an area full of Originium dust and was carrying a lot of Originium dust.

If an infected person comes into contact with these Originium dust particles, which have a relatively high activity level, they will die.

Mochi and Para had just arrived from the group and were both shocked by what they saw.

"Calm down, everyone, please calm down and don't cause any conflict."

Mochi strode forward, trying to stop people who were about to force their way into the infected neighborhood.

Unfortunately, only he and Para tried to stop them, and they were like ink being dripped into a stream, scattered in the blink of an eye by the huge crowd.

"What about the rest?"

Mochi turned to look for his military police comrades, only to be surprised to find that while they appeared to be blocking the crowd, they were not actually doing anything. Instead, they entered the infected neighborhood with obvious curiosity.

Mochi felt a surge of anxiety.

In the past, infected people facing this situation would complain but wouldn't have the courage to actually resist.

But now, the infected in the infected neighborhood have undergone a complete transformation in their mental state, and there is also the Sarkaz mercenary group in charge.