Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

This was clearly the first time he had tried to persuade Blake, and the first time he had heard those words.

Blake offered no explanation, but simply raised his hand in a tactical gesture, preparing to attack.

The adjutant's expression tightened, and he immediately became fully alert and prepared for battle.

Just then, a report came through the communicator hanging on the adjutant's ear.

"Sir! There's been a change inside the Rhine Life building," the adjutant reported immediately. "Qi Yan has reappeared and is heading straight for Mr. Jackson. He... he had Seria pin Jackson to the ground in front of the reporters!"

Blake was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

The adjutant's report continued:

"Qi Yan whispered something to Mr. Jackson, then led Mr. Jackson toward the door. What should we do now?"

"Stay on standby."

Amidst everyone's shock and confusion, Qi Yan led Jackson to the street outside the Rhine Life Building, looking towards the military convoy where Blake and the other soldiers were located.

"Sir, stop fighting, we surrender."

They shouted in unison.

Blake: "..."

The adjutant cautiously glanced at Blake's expression, his palms slightly damp with nervousness.

Faced with Qi Yan's ambiguous actions, the military personnel dared not take any action, allowing Qi Yan to lead his men to the front of the convoy in a swaggering manner.

Qi Yan patted Jackson on the shoulder, pointed to the two bewildered soldiers in front of him, and asked:

"Look, they've received orders to kill you. What are you going to do?"

Jackson glanced at Mark on Qi Yan's shoulder and said calmly:

"They are all warriors that Colombia has invested a lot of resources in training, and they are Colombia's most steadfast defenders. If they turn their spears against me, it must be because I have made a mistake."

Jackson thanked Mr. Qi Yan for the reminder, and thanked him for being willing to guide him to confront his mistakes.

"That's a beautifully said little thing."

Qi Yan exclaimed in admiration, "When it comes to using your brains, these gunmen really can't compete with you office workers."

"A combination of intellectual and physical prowess, complementing each other, that's what makes Columbia so great," Jackson said with his signature smile.

Qi Yan waved his hand: "Go back and continue with your work. You know what I want."

Jackson regained his freedom, tidied himself up, and walked steadily back to the Rhine Life Building alone.

Mark flapped his wings and returned from Qi Yan's shoulder to Jackson's shoulder.

Without turning his head, Qi Yan strode in as if entering his own home, leading Seria and Ifrit into the military convoy.

Blake stood in the center of the team to greet Qi Yan's arrival.

“Blake, do you know what I want?” Qi Yan repeated.

Blake thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"Get in the car, let's talk on the way."

"Go to the energy well."

Because of Qi Yan's words, the military convoy obediently changed its course and headed towards the energy well.

Qi Yan and Blake sat in a car, with Qi Yan crossing his legs and looking out the window at the receding city.

The silence made Blake's palms sweat a little.

He had no idea what the future held for him.

"Blake, what do you think is the significance of the emergence of the Great Internet for this land?" Qi Yan suddenly broke the silence.

Blake lowered his head and pondered for a moment before giving his answer:

"It broke the pattern of isolation in this land and brought a brand new era to this land."

"Well, then the second question is, what do you think my significance is to this land?" Qi Yan asked.

Blake kept his head down, and this time he didn't dare to speak for a long time.

Qi Yan skipped over this question and posed the third one:

"What do you think the future holds for this land?"

This time, Blake gave his own answer:

"Mr. Qi Yan, I cannot see the future you envision."

Chapter 1175 The Stars Are Getting Closer to Us

“This is not your fault, Blake.”

Qi Yan continued to look out the car window at the city receding into the distance: "It's this land's fault."

“Mr. Qi Yan, I’m sorry,” Blake said in a low voice. “Actually, these past few days with you, I’ve gone from being nervous at the beginning to gradually relaxing and starting to enjoy the special freedom you bring.”

Because you are powerful enough and special enough, I don't need to think too much in front of you, because even if I did, it would be meaningless.

You're a really amazing person; you always manage to do things that leave me completely bewildered..."

“Ahem, I mean… you always manage to give me experiences I’ve never had before.” Blake quickly changed his tune. “You don’t put on airs with anyone because of your strength, nor do you deliberately lower yourself. But it’s precisely because you are so powerful and unrestrained that I feel you are a more real person than those big shots above me.”

"Ahem, that's not what I meant."

Blake found himself getting more and more incoherent, and his speech quickened: "What I mean is, you don't seem like a god."

Qi Yan took a breath, and a piece of pure gold appeared in his hand.

Blake's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

You idiot, say something nice!

For the first time, Blake hated himself for being inarticulate.

"Mr. Qi Yan, I..."

"Alright, stop talking, or I'm afraid I might really lose my temper and slap down with that piece of red gold."

Qi Yan interrupted Blake helplessly: "I didn't mean to blame you. After all, I know you have a lot of people putting pressure on you, and you can't decide what you do."

You can record what I'm about to say, or you can verbally relay it to your superiors.

Blake decisively took out his terminal and turned on the recording function.

Just kidding, who knows what Qi Yan will say next? If he were to repeat it himself, he wouldn't even know how he died!

Qi Yan leaned back in his chair, the crimson gold swirling between his fingertips:

"I am Qi Yan. Whether you take what I am about to say as a threat or as a gesture of goodwill, it doesn't matter to me. You can't beat me anyway."

I have been on this land for many years. This land devours people, and natural and man-made disasters are endless. From Ursus to Iberia, from Yan to Colombia, I have traveled all the way, beaten up many people, and settled many things.

I think this land is both good and bad, both peaceful and chaotic.

As I become more active, more and more people are noticing me. Many people see both threat and value in me, but I don't care, because none of your thoughts can withstand my punch.

Yes, I can rightfully declare to this land that I am invincible.

Under these circumstances, I created a large number of external networks. Some clever guys have already guessed what I want from my actions and are actively cooperating.

But there are also some self-righteous fools who haven't yet emerged from the late stages of the era and are still immersed in a world of excessive self-consciousness, studying those trivial little interests.

Blake feels he can't see the future, but do you really see the future?

Under the pressure of the times, do you really think you are any different from Blake, or from the other unfortunate souls struggling to survive on this land?

Times have changed. The era when big shots hid in their own little houses playing house is over. The vast external network is destined to turn this land into this planet, and this planet will eventually become this star system, this star field.

What is the future?

I don't know what the future holds.

But I know what I want.

What I want is to tell everyone, "Hey, look up at the sky, the stars are getting closer and closer."

Qi Yan concluded his long speech.

He turned to look at Blake, who seemed a little distracted, and reached out to help him end the recording.

Blake snapped out of his daze and thanked him softly, then subconsciously looked up at the sky through the car window.

Today in Trimont is a rare sunny day.

Even with sunglasses on, the bright sunlight was still somewhat dazzling.

"What are you looking at?" Qi Yan asked.

"Didn't you say that when you look up at the sky, the stars are getting closer and closer to us?"

"Are you stupid? It's daytime."

"So the stars don't exist during the day?"

"They've always been there."

Rosemary lay on the hotel table, completely absorbed in her homework. Her young face was full of focus, as if she were treating the questions on the paper as enemies.

"Raise your head a little higher, lying down while doing homework hurts your eyes."

The professor sat on the sofa fiddling with the terminal, issuing a reminder without even looking up.

Rosemary's two cat ears twitched, and she quickly sat up straight.

But not long after, her little head drooped down again unconsciously.

The doctor coughed softly, and Rosemary sat up straight again.

She quickly stopped writing, frowned, and pondered a difficult math problem. Subconsciously, she revealed her sharp little tiger teeth and gnawed at the pencil in her hand, which was covered in teeth marks.

After a stalemate that lasted for several minutes, Rosemary despaired and admitted defeat, turning her head to seek help from the Doctor.

When she turned her head, she saw the doctor holding a terminal and laughing silently, his shoulders shaking.

"Doctor, which lady are you chatting with?" Rosemary asked.

"Hmm?" The doctor didn't look up. "How did you guess?"

Rosemary explained earnestly:

"Although I can't perceive the emotions of those around me as clearly as Amiya, I can still vaguely catch some of them. The Doctor didn't laugh out loud, but emotions don't lie. The Doctor is actually laughing very... unrestrainedly right now."

Someone once told me that a PhD student in this state must be chatting with a pretty woman.

The doctor turned off the terminal screen, lowered his head, and said seriously:

"What kind of nonsense are these words? Who taught you them?"

"It's Eve." Rosemary betrayed her companion without any suspicion.

"Who did this brat learn from every day!" The doctor decisively added a fault to Ifrit's head.

Unaware that she had successfully caused Ifrit's misfortune, Rosemary put down her pencil and asked curiously:

"The doctor hasn't told me yet which lady you're chatting with."

"It's a girl named Magellan whom I met in Sami. We were talking about another girl named Muirsey." The doctor didn't hide anything. "That silly girl Magellan, I managed to get her photos and personal hobbies with a little trick."

“Müllseth…”

Rosemary pondered for a moment, finding the name somewhat familiar.

She took out her terminal from her pocket, glanced at the photo of Qi Yan grinning foolishly in Qiecheng on the screensaver, and then opened the notes app to search for the records she had left to prevent memory loss.

"Found her, Muirsey, the beautiful older sister Eve mentioned. She has a great personality and even buys candy for Eve."

Rosemary looked up: "Doctor likes this older sister?"

"Alas, what you can't have always seems more alluring."

The doctor shook his head and sighed, "But I'm in a better situation than the white dog, after all, he managed to miss it twice."

What one cannot obtain in youth will ultimately trap one for life.

Rosemary's two cat ears twitched.