Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Chapter 1120 Krezon: Oh no, I'm the final boss! Hooded man: Laugh!

Death is not terrible; at least one can leave a mark on history.

But Ektilnir was genuinely afraid that he would be saved to death by this young lady in front of him. Although he would still be remembered in history, the thought of the expressions on the faces of future generations when they recounted the death of 'Warrior Ektilnir' made him shudder.

"Gentlemen...please be careful, I look forward to your triumphant return."

Ektilniel wanted to say a few more words, but considering the methods these two had displayed, he really had nothing to say.

This young lady before us can boil an ice lake with a wave of her hand, already demonstrating her domineering power over this land, not to mention...

Ektilnier glanced warily at the black figure that was faintly visible in the mist across the lake.

Ektilniel had never heard of this bizarre ability before.

"Don't overthink it. Like Qi Yan, the Doctor can always do the impossible."

Surtr turned around and picked up his greatsword: "He will definitely be able to resolve this disaster, and all we have to do is trust him and fully cooperate with his command."

"Qi Yan...who is that?"

This warrior, who dedicated his life to protecting his people, clearly had no interest in gossip.

"I have a feeling you'll find out soon."

Surtr waved goodbye to Ectilnir and chased after the Doctor, bypassing the large hot pot in front of him.

Ektilniel stared at the spot for a moment, then resignedly turned and staggered southward.

A white-haired beauty walks through an endless sea of ​​flowers.

She deliberately prevented the wound on her fingertip from healing, letting drops of blood fall onto the petals of the rootless flower at her feet.

The pink and purple sea of ​​flowers constantly transforms, eventually turning into red life.

Disorder transforms into chaotic order.

Isamara could feel a glimpse from the far north descending upon her.

Similarly, she could also sense that her blood relatives who remained behind had been taken away, and further south, a member of her clan had also undergone new changes.

“Fellow countryman, you are merely exercising your power, but unfortunately, power is not the answer.”

Isamara continued onward, catching a glimpse of the far north.

If she so desires, distance will not be an obstacle for her; she can easily summon her fellow creatures from the ocean to the shore, assimilate everything along the way, and bring them to the far north to meet her.

But she didn't do that.

"What...is the answer...?"

Isamara stopped in her tracks.

As if sensing something, she turned back to look at the path she had come from.

A familiar aura, one that she instinctively wanted to be close to, was drawing ever closer from behind.

A ripple appeared in Isamara's unfocused red eyes. She tilted her head and looked behind her, pondering where this feeling came from.

“Skadi?” For the first time, her brow furrowed slightly on her usually expressionless face. “Yes, but not entirely. The source of this feeling seems to be much older than Skadi’s emotions…”

Her thoughts were unexpectedly interrupted.

An unruly wind blew in from the far north.

An eerie feeling crept up Isamara’s ankles along with the black mist.

The meaning of space is lost at this moment.

Isamara stands on the ground, in the sky, in the wind, in the water...

The meaning of time is lost at this moment.

Isamara moves from the future to the past, the past shatters the present, and the present relinquishes the future...

The meaning of the answer is lost at this moment.

Isamara is no longer Isamara; the answer never existed in the first place…

Light is distorted, color becomes nothingness, and existence is reduced to a lie.

Isamara 'saw' a huge, nonexistent thing descending beside her, its twisted nature leaving her speechless.

If I have to say it...

"A multicolored black?"

Isamara looked curiously at the distorted ball of dough, in the very center of which was a dazzling black hole.

She attempted to use Haisi's abilities to deconstruct this instinct, which was as chaotic as thought.

In this process, the existence of the other party also contaminates Isamara's will.

Existence and non-existence are engaged in a battle that cannot be described in words.

The doctor stood atop the mountain where Originium was constantly growing, silently gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the distance.

Precys was still holding his hand.

The doctor's field of vision is filled with a jumble of information. As long as he focuses his attention on something, those things will present a complete information panel in his eyes. If he goes deeper, he can even deconstruct them into a series of numerical codes.

"Corrupted Heart, Isamara...echoing endlessly...Sami...Amar...Surtur...how lively."

The doctor glanced around and chuckled as he announced all the names he saw.

“After all, this game is already over,” Precys replied with a smile.

"Unfortunately, this game has already been hacked, and even the administrators can't determine its outcome, can they?"

The Doctor looked at Surtr who had followed, his gaze falling on the pocket at her waist.

In a world that has become completely information-based, even the non-existent Kreson has his own panel, while the only thing in his pocket is emptiness.

Precys didn't turn around; her eyes were only on the Doctor.

“I’m not pursuing victory in this game. I’m just helping you complete it. What does that have to do with His will?” Precys’s voice was as gentle as a breeze across a lake in early spring. “To me, the only meaning in this world is you.”

"Aren't we going to do Project Originium anymore?" the Doctor asked with a smile.

Precys smiled without saying a word.

The doctor remained unperturbed, his smile unchanged, and pressed on:

"Prismus, do you think we can defeat Qi Yan?"

A hint of tenderness finally appeared in Precys's eyes.

She struggled to suppress the urge to look at the bronze mirror and said firmly:

"If it's you, you definitely can."

"The ancient civilization has been destroyed."

"Our world no longer exists."

Do you remember what I woke up from?

"This name was chosen by modern civilization, and I think you should understand the significance of this name."

"A civilization that is dead should lie properly in its grave."

"...Is this the decision you've made?"

After a long silence, Precys finally spoke again: "Shouldn't you...?"

"Once a decision has been made, there should be no wavering."

The doctor interrupted her: "Even a teenager has learned this now. I don't want to make the same mistake again, or I'll be laughed at by that white-haired dog and his gang for two and a half years."

“But no decision should be made lightly,” Precys emphasized. “You’ve lost many memories, you’ve lost many important pieces of evidence. Is this decision really what you want?”

"Are you worried that I'll make the wrong decision?" the doctor asked.

Precys shook his head: "What really matters is not the mistake itself, but the regret it leaves behind."

"The decision is made by me now, the regrets will be dealt with by me in the future, but at least for me now, I have no regrets..."

"Don't do that, I understand what you mean."

Precys interrupted the doctor softly.

She smiled again, her face full of tenderness. Even though she realized that the doctor had never accepted her, she had no complaints.

Even though... the Doctor's previous compliance was all in preparation for this moment, waiting for the Originium representing her to gradually revive, and then using that strength to completely resolve the trouble she represented.

"Please forgive me for being a little willful this once."

Precyth threw himself into the Doctor's arms, greedily enjoying the Doctor's scent.

“I will put your decision on hold for now,” she whispered in the doctor’s arms. “Once this is over, I hope you can go to the country now called Colombia to witness our civilization, and then reconsider your decision.”

However… because of my little whim, I might not be able to stay by your side for a long time.

Just as the doctor was about to reach out and touch Priscilla's shoulder, the girl dodged away like an elf.

For the first time, she let go of the doctor's hand, took a few steps back, stood on the mountaintop with her hands behind her back, her smooth black hair cascading down her back, and the girl's smile was radiant.

"We'll be apart for a while again, but I believe that I will always be by your side in the end."

The girl looked at the person in front of her and slowly took a step back: "I will wait for your new decision after you return from Colombia. Even if the answer is still that you will leave me, I am willing to accept everything about you. I am willing to wait for you and chase after you forever and ever."

Now, it's my time to be willful as a girl, and I'll call that name myself... Qi Yan.

Just as Surtr reached the mountaintop and was about to strike up a conversation with the Doctor, she suddenly felt a lightness in the pocket at her waist.

"A bronze mirror?!"

Surtr was startled and instinctively reached into his pocket, only to find it empty.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure emanated from above her head.

Surtr mechanically raised his head, looking up at the sky along with everyone else present.

Every gaze that exists collides with one's own gaze.

Above the ice field lies another ice field.

At this moment, everything in heaven and earth is mirrored, with two ice fields facing each other, perfectly aligned.

Only two figures stood out from everything else.

The doctor looked up at his location on the ice field in the sky.

On the icy plains in the sky, a black-haired man stood in the doctor's position, also looking up, his cold gaze sweeping across.

With just one glance, everything on the icy plains felt a terror more profound than death itself.

Precyth's smile was somewhat forced, but she still raised her hand and waved it gently towards the sky.

Red Originium appeared out of nowhere in the center of two ice fields.

Anana has reappeared in the world.

“Kill me,” Priscilla murmured in a voice only he could hear, “and then give the Doctor time to chase after the past and make new decisions.”

Above the sky, the black-haired man glanced around.

Anana, which was constantly extending its red veins, was suddenly as if it had been cut by a sharp knife. All the veins shattered, the red light dimmed, and it fell to the ground like an ordinary stone.

Precyth's face drained of color, and he staggered to his knees in the snow.

"What the hell... Even if it's just a faint wisp of your aura, it's still you." She mocked herself miserably, "Why didn't you just kill Anana directly? Is it some kind of twisted pleasure of yours to make me look so pathetic in front of him?"

"Because this dog is smarter than anyone else; he knows that he only needs to solve a disaster, not a person."

The doctor walked up to Precyth and looked down at the somewhat stunned girl.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and pulled the stunned girl up from the snow, then pulled her behind him to protect her.

"White-haired dog, you dare to touch even my people?" the doctor asked domineeringly, tilting his head back.

Protected by the doctor, Precys looked at the figure in front of him, and the sorrow and panic in his heart vanished in an instant.

She took the doctor's hand again, her eyes fixed on the figure in front of her, oblivious to everything else.

"You're destined to lose this round."

The doctor spoke calmly, as if recounting a perfect prophecy whose outcome was already predetermined: "There is only one reason why you lost, and that is that I have decided to temporarily preserve Project Originium."