Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Anma's power slowly dissipated.

The collapsing entities re-locked onto their target, their black hole-like faces all turning toward Skadi.

"……goodbye!"

Skadi promptly turned and ran away.

"Doctor, the operation is over. Your analysis was completely correct. The collapsing entities have been annihilated."

Magellan jogged over to the doctor to report the results of the battle.

The doctor stood beside a withered tree, slowly twirling a pure Originium in his hand.

Magellan found it strange; the Doctor's reactions had become increasingly lukewarm these past two days, and he was arguing with Extremis less and less.

After a moment's thought, Magellan tried to find a topic to talk about:

"I heard from Extreme Realm that Doctor, this Pure Originium is your most treasured possession, our last hope when we encounter dire situations. Could it be that Doctor's Originium Arts are used to activate the power of Originium?"

"No, it's just a medium," the doctor replied succinctly.

Magellan frowned.

She felt that PhDs these days were somewhat...scary.

"Doctor, that thing is for eating, not for playing with." Extreme limped over from the combat zone.

He looked like he was seriously injured, and his complaints flowed like a burst dam:

"If you're not feeling too rational, you should take a break. How can you treat a Vanguard Operator like a Heavy Operator?"

Our team already has Surtr, why are you treating her like a precious treasure and not letting her make a move?

And all those odds and ends you've collected along the way—Simona said they're excellent materials for ancient rituals—why don't you use any of them and just stuff them all into your suitcase?

Finally, you've already got Qi Yan's cheat code, what are you waiting for?

Magellan waved his two small hands somewhat frantically in front of him, trying to reassure the Extreme:

"Perhaps the doctor has his own plans. Calm down. Next time we encounter the enemy, I'll use a drone to take over your work so you can get some rest."

"That was not what I meant."

Extreme smiled wryly: "Actually, with the protection of Time Lord, this level of combat wouldn't hurt me. I just want to know what the Doctor is waiting for."

Magellan blinked and looked at the doctor with curiosity.

Faced with the gazes of the two, the Doctor finally stopped fiddling with the pure Originium.

He held the Originium in one hand and carried the suitcase in the other, a hint of a smile finally appearing in his tone:

"Look at you two cowards. With Qi Yan here, even if I fall asleep right now, you'll be absolutely safe."

As for what I'm waiting for... I'm waiting for two things.

"Tell me about it?" Extreme raised an eyebrow.

"First, I'm waiting for our team to grow a bit stronger."

"Doctor, are you really planning to wipe out the entire ice field in one fell swoop?" Extremis counted the ranks on her fingers, "Grandpa Time, Grandma Surtr, the Father of the Ancestral Spirits beneath our feet, the bronze mirror in the suitcase, and Qi Yan in the bronze mirror..."

"No, I misspoke. You're not trying to destroy the Ice Plains, you're trying to unify the northern kingdoms of Terra!"

"You're right, but we also need to consider who our opponent is, don't we?"

The doctor chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on the north.

As if sensing something, Ji Jing also looked over, and then his eyes widened instantly.

"Oh my god, I collapsed?" he yelled, hiding behind the Doctor. "Why did I see a purple-haired Sarkaz girl flying over here?"

Before the doctor could reply, the three of them saw Elchi, who was clearing the battlefield not far away, rushing towards the Sarkaz girl.

Elqi rushed to Anma's side, picked up Typhon, and examined him for a moment with a serious expression.

"The pollution... thankfully has been resolved. Thank you for your help."

After confirming Typhon's condition, Elki immediately thanked Amma.

Anma did not respond, but only glanced at the doctor's figure from afar before disappearing from the spot.

Elchi bent down and picked up a snowball from where Anma had disappeared, then turned to look at the Doctor.

The crowd gathered around, looking at Snowball and Typhon with curiosity.

"Could this be the one who accompanied Skadi?" Magellan asked. "Why did she fly back on her own? And what is this snowball?"

Elki nodded: "She is my adopted daughter, named Typhon. My original intention was for her to find the Doctor, but I never expected that her intersection with the Doctor would end here."

As for this snowball, it represents Anma's love and her promise to the Doctor: Anma will stand by our side when necessary.

The doctor reached out and took the snowball, gave it a quick check, and then opened the suitcase to put it inside.

"Another exceptionally powerful fighter has arrived," Extreme sighed. "Doctor, are you going to continue waiting?"

The doctor's tone turned cold again: "It's far from enough."

"Tsk, can you tell me first what the second thing you're waiting for is?"

The doctor glanced back at the south and said softly:

"I'm waiting for Qi Yan to be ready."

"What kind of radio wave did you two connect with this time?"

The strange cries from the Extreme went unanswered, and the Doctor had already strode past the group and headed north.

Surtr, holding his greatsword, frowned and said:

"The doctor's condition is completely different from usual. He's in extreme condition. Has he ever been like this before?"

Everyone immediately focused their gaze on the extreme situation, clearly worried about the current circumstances.

As he watched the Doctor's retreating figure, Extreme scratched his head and said:

"Previously in Kazimierz, he and Qi Yan almost started a new Four Nations war after their radio waves clashed, but this time I feel that the Doctor is more serious."

I haven't experienced the doctoral stage myself, but I heard a story about it from ACE and other senior colleagues when we were drinking together.

Surtr was somewhat confused.

Extreme took a deep breath and said in a heavy tone:

"The Tower of Babel, the doctor was called an evil spirit back then."

Everyone's heart tightened for no apparent reason.

The doctor continued walking alone at the front, showing no intention of turning back.

Ji Jing was completely unaware that he had tried his best to imagine the worst possible outcome, but it was still far from enough.

With each step the doctor took, two rows of footprints were left in the snow beneath his feet, exactly matching the model he had constructed in his mind.

The location where snowflakes fall, the direction and force of the wind, the withered branches falling from a dead tree—all the phenomena of heaven and earth present a completely new state in the doctor's eyes.

He controls the future and information of everything he sees.

The world was visualized in his eyes like a mathematical model.

The weight of the Originium in my hand suddenly disappeared, replaced by a warm and soft hand.

"Pureseth."

A woman exuding an intellectual and beautiful aura held the doctor's hand and walked side by side with him in the snow.

The Doctor looked at the data-driven world before him, which resembled a game, while Precys looked at the Doctor beside him.

She asked softly, "Doctor, is this game fun? Are you ready to beat it?"

Chapter 1098 The Shapeshifter: Today is another day of betrayal.

“Ms. Kal'tsit, Qi Yan hasn’t returned for three days.”

Dario reported the latest developments to Kal'tsit, who was standing by the window gazing into the distance: "After the governor of Clementsa spoke privately with Qi Yan, his attitude has changed significantly."

Although she and Agor didn't show any discrimination from their first meeting, her condescending attitude has recently disappeared. During our conversations, it's clear she's lowered her stance and is treating us as equals, which is perhaps the best news we can expect.

"It seems you've discovered some bad news." Kal'tsit withdrew her gaze.

Dario's expression turned serious: "Yes, Millyuyam is very prosperous, and its technology is amazing, but I see the shadow of Iberia in this city."

"Tell me more about it."

Upon hearing this, Dario handed the prepared documents to Kal'tsit.

While Kal'tsit was looking through it, he also chimed in with additional information:

"Based on the delegation's contact with the Agorians over the past three days, we have found that the Agorians have a strong academic culture, and almost everyone of them is engaged in a job that they like best or are most good at."

The problem lies here: their academic style is too free, allowing them to obtain almost any information through intellectual battles.

And among these are many things concerning so-called prehistoric civilizations.

Kal'tsit looked up from the document and silently stared at Dario.

“Yes, I think you’ve realized that too, madam,” Dario sighed. “The culture of Agor is quite different from that of the land nations. Although the land nations are not as well-versed in knowledge as Agor, they generally follow the principle of gradual progress.”

Agor's exploration of freedom, in my view, is gradually veering into a kind of historical nihilism. Many people, having learned of the power and destruction of past civilizations, are prematurely infected with a feeling called despair.

"Knowledge can be a key, or it can be a curse," Kal'tsit said calmly.

"Agor's power is like a castle in the air, like a group of children finding Originium explosives," Dalio commented.

"That's not the case."

Kal'tsit had no intention of arguing about this topic further.

She pulled out a page from the file and asked, based on its contents:

What are your thoughts on the fact that there are no Originium stones in the ocean?

“To be honest, I’m a little envious,” Dario said frankly. “I don’t know why Originium, which is readily available on land, doesn’t invade the ocean, but the ocean environment is so clean, and there are a lot of ancient civilization ruins to be excavated.”

Without Oripathy, without natural disasters, without political strife, the ocean is even more alluring than the holy city of Laterano.

"That's why Agor has ended up in this awkward situation."

Kal'tsit gave a brief comment, seemingly dissatisfied with Dario's answer, then put down the file and continued gazing out the window.

“Ms. Kal’tsit, you seem to be troubled by something?” Dario asked tentatively.

"Qi Yan has already told you that Hai Si, or rather the Deep Blue Tree, is a project of the ancient civilization."

"Originium is also a project of the ancient civilization."

Dario paused for a moment, and based on the information he had gathered over the past few days, he immediately guessed part of the answer.

"Was the destruction of prehistoric civilization related to these two projects?"

“In a sense, yes, but I’m not talking about prehistoric civilizations.” Kal’tsit’s brows furrowed. “I’m thinking about Qi Yan and the Doctor.”

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong; Qi Yan must be planning something.

Dario is getting confused again.

He flipped through the documents he had compiled, but unfortunately there were no clues in them.

"Aren't Qi Yan and the Doctor each dealing with a crisis?" Dario asked.

"Based on the current performance, that's the case." Kal'tsit said solemnly, "But the problem is Qi Yan's arrangements for himself and the Doctor. I originally thought that the Doctor going to the North and Qi Yan coming to the South was a random arrangement by Qi Yan, after all, both of them are capable of handling these two issues."

But Qi Yan sent Qi Lin away again, and Shui Yue and the shapeshifter were clearly trying to cover something up for Qi Yan.

"Ma'am, aren't you overthinking this?"

Kal'tsit did not respond to Dario's words of comfort.

She tried to organize the clues in her mind into a logical chain.

First of all, it can be confirmed that Qi Yan is definitely up to something, and not in the usual reckless way, but with a clear purpose.

Sending Qi Lin out of the center of the vortex is the best proof.

Secondly, the fact that the PhD went to the North while Qi Yan came to the South must have been based on some considerations.

Kal'tsit took a deep breath, distressed.