Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"She was rescued from the Duke's forces by the shapeshifters and thrown into your retirement home. If nothing unexpected happens, the shapeshifters should also be quietly watching her operate in the retirement home."

In a short period of time, she went from being an unknown figure in the nursing home to a well-known celebrity with a large following, and even rose to a position in the nursing home's decision-making team, where patriots would seriously listen to her opinions.

"Holy crap, there's a cow!"

"Stop barking, you dog!" the doctor said irritably. "She's seriously helping you manage the nursing home. Without her, your nursing home would be in complete chaos long ago."

The doctor turned to look into Qi Yan's eyes and said seriously:

"But this is also her most dangerous aspect. Under her management, the nursing home system has become increasingly sophisticated, not only promising an economic cycle but also forming a core spiritual framework."

Doctrines, propaganda, a history a mixture of truth and falsehood—a will called faith has taken shape in the nursing home…

And you are the embodiment of all faith, branded with a clear label by her: a supreme god.

Chapter 697 Oh no, she's found a real script!

Qi Yan scratched his head: "That sounds pretty impressive, but you know I'm not a god..."

"Does it matter whether you are or not?" the doctor interrupted.

Qi Yan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Did you react?"

The doctor's tone became somewhat strange: "The god I'm referring to isn't those giant beasts, but a fictional god born in people's hearts, a truly flawless god."

What is your relationship with that god named Qi Yan?

People don't worship your words, they worship the desires in their own hearts.

"Tsk, there are still cows here, aren't there?" Qi Yan's lips twitched.

According to the doctor's description, the little girl named Biyura's methods were indeed astonishing.

Without intervention, it is almost certain that the real management power of the nursing home will fall into the hands of Beura in the future.

Once the momentum is established, even if Qi Yan himself stands before those people, he will still be met with hostility if he cannot perfectly embody the god in their hearts.

At that time, Qi Yan said that apart from telling the nursing home that "it's almost time," there was no way to stop Biyura.

"Aren't you angry?" the doctor asked curiously.

"Why should I be angry?" Qi Yan retorted.

"Not bad, not really as stupid as Mandela."

The professor made a joke, which successfully elicited an angry roar from a kitten behind him.

He glanced back at Mandela, who was firmly held on either side by the 'spy' and the poet, then looked away and continued:

“Byura is a smart woman. She knows her own position and strength very well. Whether it’s management system or mind control, she keeps the limits within the scope of working for you.”

So after observing the situation, Mr. Patriot and I didn't stop her. The nursing home really lacks a representative who can stand in the spotlight.

“None of these things really matter,” Qi Yan added with a smile. “I never care about these things; I only care about two things.”

“I will keep the money for the nursing home, and the people in the nursing home can have a stable life.”

"You have quite the qualities of a leader."

The doctor's tone became relaxed again.

If Qi Yan really interferes with Biyura out of possessiveness, then in the end, it will be the doctor who suffers.

After all, Qi Yan couldn't just honestly manage the nursing home, nor could he allow such a hard-won organization, which provided protection for ordinary people during the war, to be destroyed.

Qi Yan let out a soft breath and looked up at the overcast sky over Victoria.

His feelings were actually somewhat complicated.

To be worshipped as a worthless god, with people gathering every morning to sing praises of some non-existent great achievements and virtuous qualities.

But these situations are not entirely unexpected.

Religion is a universal and effective method of managing an organization, regardless of location, and it is extremely inexpensive.

Thinking about this, Qi Yan suddenly became curious:

"What image do I have in that little girl's doctrine?"

The doctor paused, then recalled:

"An ancient demon king who crawled out of the tomb of history, using the battlefield as his experimental field and all living beings as his materials, extracts the most perfect source stone to prove his immortal godhood."

You will then reign supreme over Terra, leading your armies to create true unity for this land. Any resistance will submit to your divine power, and the inhabitants of the retirement home will be your most loyal followers in your conquest, granted the freedom to dream in peace.

Qi Yan's expression gradually became strange.

The doctor noticed the change in his expression and joked:

"Could it be that what they said actually came true?"

“You know what, you really don’t believe it,” Qi Yan chuckled twice. “Now I really suspect that this little girl named Biyura found the script.”

Seriously, Aqi? You're serious?!

Qi Yan reached out and pushed the doctor's head, which was staring at him, aside, and explained:

"Although this script deviates somewhat from the actual situation, the general direction is correct, however... the protagonist is wrong."

The doctor's breath hitched, and then he heard Qi Yan's answer.

"The demon king who crawled out of the grave is not me, but someone else." Qi Yan crossed his arms. "You've heard of this person too, the one who knocks on the door, the usurper king, Quesatushta."

Of course, you're probably more familiar with his current identity... our Regent's favorite, the Absolute Master.

"Your Excellency the Master of Pardons, you have actually come in person."

Manfred looked at the three people in the makeshift tent, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The appearance of the Shapeshifter and the Blood Lord was part of the plan. They were arguably the most relaxed Sarkaz on the Londinium battlefield, but the Exonerator always seemed busy, though Manfred had no idea what he was busy with.

The absolutist gently stroked his scepter, his voice calm beneath the golden mask:

"After all, we may be facing Qi Yan. Even with me, we are still not enough. We can only do our best to make things go smoothly."

Of course, I also had my own considerations; my family members who had been separated from me were waiting for me to bring them home.

Manfred nodded, showing no relief at the addition of the pardoner; in fact, a deeper worry flashed in his eyes.

He had no right to command the three people before him. If the shapeshifter was capricious and the Blood Demon Lord was arrogant, then the Absolute Master was simply unsettling.

Of the three, Manfred least wanted to be around the Pardoner.

But clearly now is not the time to consider these things.

Manfred turned to the shapeshifter first: "Sir, I think we all need an explanation from you."

“Is this an order?” the shapeshifter asked.

"I have no such idea. I just want to understand your attitude so that there will be no internal disagreements in the next steps."

Manfred's attitude did not cause any emotional fluctuation in the shapeshifter.

He casually tossed a pen at the Blood Demon Lord and calmly said:

"The reason why we cooperated with Rhodes Island to impersonate you and were taken to the airship by His Highness is very simple."

We also want to see something different, like a hint of anger and helplessness appearing on His Highness's gentle face.

Manfred: "..."

Blood Demon Lord: "..."

The pardoner paused slightly in his manipulation of the scepter.

The shapeshifter got up, walked to the Blood Lord's side, bent down to pick up the fallen pen, and returned to his seat.

Then he threw the pen away again.

Unable to bear it any longer, the Blood Demon Lord grabbed the pen and crushed it into pieces.

The shapeshifter finally smiled, and the green fluid at its fingertips wriggled, transforming into a new pen which it tossed over.

Blood Demon Lord: "…………"

“That’s for our reasons, but there’s another reason,” the shapeshifter continued, “The Sarkaz need you, General Manfred.”

The forces that will besiege the airship next are no small fry. The King of Carrion is not here. Do you expect us to command the Sarkaz forces?

The Blood Demon might be able to, but even if his forces win, they won't be able to return to Londinium.

One of the Sarkaz, ignored by the shapeshifters, shook its head slightly but ultimately chose not to speak.

Manfred pursed his lips and took the initiative to speak to the pardoner:

"Sir, most of the current team members are your direct subordinates. What is your suggestion?"

The pardoning official propped himself up on his staff and walked out of the tent.

“As I said, I have my own considerations. The Sarkaz outside will be left to General Manfred.”

Chapter 698 Meeting the Parents

Norbert District site.

Defiance stood on the edge of the towering plot of land, and from this angle, the ground beneath her feet seemed somewhat small.

But when she looked up and gazed into the distance, the land was so vast it made her dizzy.

She was waiting for a familiar warship to arrive, where someone she knew would come to take her home.

After experiencing the time in Lentinium during this war, going home should have been a word to look forward to.

Defiance has lost count of how many times she has dreamed of going home.

But when that day actually came, Defiance was once again thrown into a state of confusion and uncertainty.

She didn't know what the outcome would be for her mother.

She turned her head and looked at Vina and the others who were discussing something not far away. A hooded guy was surrounded by Vina and the others. They seemed to trust him a lot and kept confirming the next action plan with him.

I've heard of that hooded man, Daphne; he's a doctor from Rhodes Island.

Defiance's gaze did not linger on the Doctor for long; she continued to move her eyes, eventually landing on two figures on the other side.

Amon, the leader of the Sarkaz on this plot of land, and Ruper, whom everyone feared, spoke in unison.

"Can I trust you?"

Defiance muttered to herself.

The familiar roar came from afar and reached her ears.

Defien looked away and saw a massive fleet of high-speed warships appear where the sky and earth met.

Vina and the others walked forward slowly, quietly waiting for the upcoming meeting.

Only An Meng and Qi Yan remained standing there, talking.

"Dean, these are the revenue plans that Kroos helped to develop."

An Meng flipped through the booklet in his hand haphazardly: "I don't understand it, but it seems very impressive. Anyway, the academician praised it highly after reading it, and Mingjiao next to him kept nodding, whether he really understood it or not."

"What a coincidence, I don't know either." Qi Yan grinned.

Anmon: "..."

Seeing that An Meng was a little flustered, Qi Yan shrugged and said:

"This is a plan that Kal'tsit exploited Kroos to create when she was in a near-berserk state, so there's absolutely no chance of it going wrong."

You can question Kroos's character, but you cannot question her abilities.

"I'll do whatever the dean says."

Amon carefully tucked the booklet into his pocket, then pulled out another new booklet: "These are special regulations for the nursing home that Kroos has created. She said that you, the director, must review them personally."

Qi Yan curiously took the booklet and quickly flipped through it, then his expression became somewhat strange.

It's yet another set of doctrines.

Besides outlining the rules for nursing homes, the text subtly hints at various aspects, creating a flawless and imaginary image.