Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Seemingly to answer Qi Yan's questions, the doctor walked step by step towards the sea, the rushing water reaching above his knees.

The doctor bent down and stuck the long, thorny knife into the mud and sand.

“Thorn, I have fulfilled his promise. Hai Si will no longer be a disaster for this land.”

The doctor stepped back a few paces and gazed at his old friend's weapon in the waves: "Extreme and the others did a great job, Mizuki did a great job, everyone did a great job, and so did you... At least when you reappeared in front of me, you were still very handsome, so handsome that I recognized you at a glance."

"Ha...really, they never give us a moment's rest. Next, we'll be joining Rhine Lab's research team to venture deep into the Sami region. Hopefully, this time we can bring back something worthy of being called hope."

The doctor's voice drifted on the sea breeze, and the waves responded monotonously to his rambling.

The doctor watched silently as the long sword was washed away by the waves and fell, slowly being swept into the depths of the ocean until it disappeared completely.

After bidding a final farewell, the doctor turned and left.

Qi Yan followed the doctor, turning back every three steps, constantly gazing at the sea.

Just when he seemed to have made up his mind to catch up with the Doctor, Qi Yan realized that the Doctor was no longer on the beach.

Only a lonely trail of footprints stretched to the horizon.

Chapter 786 The Sea Turns to Mulberry Fields

The waves kept crashing against the earth, and the wind smoothed away all traces.

The footprints left by the Doctor gradually disappeared into time, and Qi Yan suddenly felt a desire to go back to Rhodes Island for a visit.

But he was also somewhat confused:

Where is the Rhodes Island main ship currently docked?

“Ursus,” the behemoth replied.

"The Doctor traveled all the way from Ursus to Iberia by himself?" Qi Yan exclaimed in surprise. "With that weakling like him? How did he manage to escape being robbed halfway and left with nothing but his underwear?"

"Is it possible that this land is now very empty and sparsely populated, and that highway robbery is not a viable way to support people?"

The behemoth chuckled as it spoke some cruel truths.

Qi Yan quieted down and gazed at the distant, dark coastline.

Just as the behemoth realized its sarcastic remarks had been too harsh and was about to offer some words of comfort, Qi Yan suddenly blurted out:

"Terra has started implementing family planning too?"

behemoth: "..."

What exactly is He worried about?

The guy in front of me is completely out of his mind, and I'm worried that he might also be a little abnormal!

Qi Yan looked up at the sky, then at the coastline, and finally squatted down to write and draw, putting all his knowledge to use, and finally roughly estimated where the north was.

He wiped his hands on his pants and strode forward.

"You're veering off course. Turn 45 degrees to the left," the behemoth's warning rang out.

Qi Yan readily accepted good advice and continued to walk through time.

Time flies beneath his feet, and the sun and moon revolve above his head.

The giant beast silently observed Qi Yan wandering across this land, experiencing all the hardships and joys, but never intended to stop.

Finally, the behemoth couldn't help but ask again:

"Are you perhaps trying to choose the branch of time that best suits you?"

"What do you mean?"

Qi Yan's words completely baffled the giant beast.

He said irritably, "It's about using the power of time to know in advance what will happen in the future, so as to prepare for it and ultimately achieve the most perfect ending in your heart."

"Oh, I get it, the new roguelike mode." Qi Yan suddenly realized.

But then he shook his head and laughed, "But these so-called timelines are all fake, what's the point of looking at them?"

“How could time be fake?” the behemoth retorted. “Everything that happens before you is the most real future.”

"is fake."

Qi Yan calmly replied, "Because I wasn't there during those times."

The behemoth retorted again, "Why aren't you here?"

The skeleton in Longmen Cemetery is you, the name spoken by the Little Dragon Girl is you, and the person who has become history in the memories of these people is you.

Qi Yan, you are special, but even if you can travel outside of time, you cannot change the essence of time.

Qi Yan tilted his head, but his steps did not falter in the slightest.

He seemed to agree with the behemoth's statement, echoing, "I really can't change the nature of time. I don't want to rewrite what has already happened. Evidence is never a pleasant thing."

Qi Yan continued, "But you've also misunderstood some things. I said these futures are false because I am not part of that time, which is an indisputable fact."

Even if you are lost to time and become history, you will still exist.

"What exists is Qi Yan, what does it have to do with me, Qi Yan?"

Qi Yan waved his hand and quickened his pace:

"I'm not going to chat with you anymore, I need to go to the end of time to retrieve the end of time."

After rescuing Little Te, I'll be busy getting back to being friends with her and everyone else.

Behemoth: ? ? ?

The bewildered beast instinctively followed Qi Yan's footsteps.

But gradually, He was horrified to discover that as Qi Yan accelerated, the distance between Him, as a god who roamed through time, and Qi Yan grew larger and larger.

"Hey... slow down, Qi Yan!"

The giant beast panicked a little. It now had a strange connection with Qi Yan and couldn't stray too far.

Qi Yan didn't turn his head, as if he hadn't heard at all, and wandered on the increasingly unfamiliar land.

The scenery he saw changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, everything had transformed. Faces appeared one after another, some familiar, some unfamiliar.

He saw new life being born and old things being destroyed.

Sometimes, when he sees familiar faces going through something special, he will stop and quietly admire them.

These pauses gave the giant beasts that had been relentlessly pursuing them a rare opportunity to struggle and try to close the gap, only to be left behind again in an instant when Qi Yan set off again.

"Everyone……"

Qi Yan stopped again.

He saw that familiar ship.

After a pause, Qi Yan stepped onto the Rhodes Island main ship and walked along the corridor, passing by many operators.

No one noticed Qi Yan's presence, and Qi Yan had no intention of contacting these people. He simply found a potted plant, tucked his legs in, and sat down next to it.

No one knew that next to an inconspicuous potted plant in the corridor, there was an even more inconspicuous fellow.

The giant beast had caught up, but seemed exhausted, enjoying this rare rest without uttering a sound.

Qi Yan had no idea how long she had been sitting there.

He simply found that he was seeing fewer and fewer familiar faces passing by, and more and more unfamiliar new faces.

He saw the weariness in Kal'tsit's eyes deepen, the smiles on Warfarin and Kroos's faces dwindle, the increasingly busy Amiya, now a beautiful young woman, and the Doctor's time on the ship growing shorter and shorter...

He didn't see the one figure he wanted.

Qi Yan finally decided not to wait any longer, patted his bottom, got up, and walked down the corridor.

Rhodes Island was one of the few places where he could wander around without getting lost. Following a route that seemed to never change much, he arrived at a familiar door.

Pushing open the door, Qi Yan was surprised to find another figure with a broad back in her dormitory room.

Patriot tidied up Qi Yan's dormitory bit by bit. Even though all the items had already been neatly put away, he still couldn't help but tidy up here and wipe there again, making these seemingly useless efforts.

"These elders are really something, they can't sit still for a moment."

Qi Yan brushed past Patriot and walked over to Patriot's newly tidied desk, his eyes fixed on a notebook.

There was also a sticky note on the notebook with a message for Qi Yan.

“Anto, it seems that the little girl has gone to the north... I wonder how she is doing.”

Qi Yan ran his fingers over the words on the sticky note, pressed down slightly, and shattered the barrier of reality, picking up the notebook.

Patriot in the room narrowed his eyes, immediately noticing the movement. He turned to look at the table but saw nothing.

"No... something's affecting reality." A look of worry crossed Patriot's eyes. "Could it be that I brought something back from the North?"

Just as he was worrying, he suddenly saw the notebook that Anto had given to Qi Yan appear out of thin air, as if it had been thrown on the table.

This bizarre situation sent a chill down Patriot's spine.

Before he could react, the sound of something being dragged came from under the table.

Patriot gave a low shout, stepped back, and looked under the table.

Then he watched as an unseen force dragged out a box of crimson gold that Murphy had given to Qi Yan. After a brief resistance, it was dragged into a concept that the Patriot could not comprehend and disappeared.

patriot:?!

Qi Yan hugged the box of red gold tightly, his face beaming with excitement.

Just as he was thinking about how to send a message to Patriot to clear up the misunderstanding, Patriot had already rushed out of the room and used witchcraft to shroud the room.

Through the door, Qi Yan heard Patriot's tense shouts:

"Amiya, activate Level 1 alert for the entire ship! Something followed me back from the north!"

Qi Yan: "..."

Realizing he had gotten himself into trouble, Qi Yan decisively made a run for it.

The giant beast let out a mournful howl and was forced to follow behind.

Chapter 787 Starting from the End, Let's Keep Moving Forward!

Behind the Silverstone Cliff battlefield, in the center of the basin blasted open by Qi Yan's punch, the eerie altar had completely vanished.

The Witch King kneaded the slightly lighter-colored 'wrist ball' in his hands, carefully sensing something.

“I heard the beast’s mournful cry; it is about to collapse,” the Witch King said softly.

The illusory image of the Witch King floated to the altar and said in a deep voice:

"It's my turn now."

"To be precise, it was I who made the move," the Witch King corrected. "You are the one I made the move for."

"I don't even know if I'll be back from this trip, can't I at least show off a bit?" the phantom said with a hint of resentment.

"Perhaps he can come back on his own?" the Witch King speculated.

"You can gamble, but I can't."

The phantom's expression was more serious than ever before: "He is my friend, and I know his situation very well. This guy can get lost and run all the way from Letania to Sherag."

“…Then let’s get started.”

The Witch King held the 'Wrist Ball' in one hand and began to draw power from it, while his other hand grabbed the phantom and threw it into the now-dormant altar.

After making these preparations, the Witch King traced his fingers through the air, and musical notes danced and arranged into a complex musical movement.

"Time, a very challenging subject."

The Witch King smiled slightly, continuing to refine his new musical score.

The altar trapped the phantom, and under the witch king's urging, it began to function again, but this time, its function had changed.

It is still summoning something, but not the 'original Originium,' but a person named Qi Yan.

Using the illusory image as a medium, the phantom body began to fluctuate uncontrollably, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

He could clearly feel his existence being pulled by some force, diving into the unknown, extending towards a familiar aura in time.