Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Friston: "..."

He was now certain that this behemoth named Qi Yan was definitely mentally unstable.

What do you mean by 'I heard it will happen several hundred years later'?

Despite being merely an intelligent life form based on a mechanical structure, it emitted a forceful inhalation sound.

Friston then refused again, saying:

"I'm sorry, I can't help you. Even if I wanted to give it to you, these technologies are not within my authority."

"What can you give me? Just give me a little bit, please." Qi Yan continued to plead, wagging its tail.

“Even if I gave it to you, what would be the point?” Friston sighed. “You already know about the existence of the ‘Lumberjacks,’ so you should know about the fate of this universe, including your own.”

"Just a mere 'logger,' if I weren't still curious about what he was, I would have taken care of him long ago."

"Ha ha……"

Friston made no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his cold laugh.

"Leave, behemoth, and take these two fellow citizens of the same civilization with you." Friston issued the order to leave. "I am grateful that you brought the news of the 'Prophet' or rather, the 'Doctor,' but you can't change anything."

“Prismus has been put in solitary confinement,” Qi Yan suddenly said.

"Isamara has also fallen asleep."

"What did you say……"

"The pivot of heaven has fallen apart."

"I did all of these things."

"I also took down the doctor, beat him to his knees, and even though he was crying and calling me 'Dad,' I didn't let him go."

"Speaking of which, the current custodian of the continuation of civilization is also one of my people."

"........."

"I've erased the very concept of the demonic sentinel behind the Stargate, that thing called Kreson."

"…………"

"My name is Qi Yan, and I am walking in the Terra civilization."

"...Qi Yan..."

After a long silence, Friston finally spoke again, slowly murmuring Qi Yan's name.

The door, which had been sealed off for a long time, welcomed a second wave of visitors in a single day.

Kal'tsit's face showed barely suppressed unease, while the Doctor beside her was still fiddling with the terminal with his head down.

"There's no signal here, Kal'tsit," the Doctor complained. "What if Amiya comes and can't find me?"

Kal'tsit: ?!

"Why did Amiya come to Colombia?" She turned her head in surprise.

As if anticipating this, the Doctor turned to the side, his back to Kal'tsit, and chuckled softly:

"I originally planned to use the little rabbit as bait to catch the white dog, but I never expected that this inhuman guy would abandon his own little rabbit just to disgust me."

The door slowly opened, but Kal'tsit had no energy to pay attention to what was happening inside.

She frowned, sensing that something was amiss:

"Qi Yan has a history of running around, and he didn't cause any major trouble this time, so why are you arresting him?"

"He's not planning to come back."

"Kristen breaking through the sky will surely be a momentous event in Terra's history, and given his personality, he'll definitely get involved."

The doctor shoved the terminal into his pocket and said slowly, "But I asked him, and in his plan, he doesn't intend to come back after leaving Columbia this time."

Do you understand?

He was about to slip away again, so I tried to stop him, but unfortunately, due to my cursed state, I couldn't move freely at all and could only watch him leave.

Chapter 1189 Take Flight!

Golden clouds gathered over Trimont.

The people of Tremont were drawn to this strange phenomenon, gazing up at the golden clouds swirling overhead with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Citizens of Tremont, hello. I am your Vice President Jackson."

Just as the whole city was filled with unease, Jackson's voice came over the radio: "I also saw the strange phenomenon in the sky. Please don't worry, it's just a project that Columbia is working on with a gentleman. It will not cause any harm to the general public."

Jackson's radio broadcasts were repeated over and over in the city, and Jackson himself openly appeared in the media spotlight.

The panic caused by the strange phenomenon in the sky was quickly quelled by Jackson's manipulation, followed by endless curiosity, with the vast majority of people raising their terminals to take pictures of the sky.

With the assistance of large external networks, the speed of information dissemination has already reached an astonishing level.

The strange phenomena in Trimont quickly attracted the attention of many people across Terra.

Witnessed by countless people and cameras, golden threads slowly descended from the clouds, and the buoyant sea creatures linked together, connecting the sky and the earth.

The connection point is a cluster of buildings within the city of Trimont.

Nearby residents felt a slight tremor beneath their feet as the sturdy building was easily dismantled by the sea creatures, revealing a giant ring-shaped machine hidden within.

The threads formed by the sea pull the ring-shaped machine slowly but steadily upwards into the sky.

In the underground cave, Kal'tsit didn't even glance at the already opened door, and grabbed the Doctor by the collar, ready to leave.

"Hey? Hey! Wait, there's someone inside!" the doctor shouted, struggling to speak.

"We'll talk about it later. Let's go stop Qi Yan first!"

Kal'tsit was just like a cat with its fur standing on end, pinching the Doctor so hard that his eyes almost rolled back in his head.

“There really is someone, a very fat lady!” the doctor continued to struggle.

A feathered serpent diligently cleaning the underground space: ?

Kal'tsit was also taken aback. Driven by curiosity, she turned around to look, wanting to know just how fat the lady was that the Doctor would ignore Qi Yan's intention to leave.

Horhaia felt Kal'tsit's curious gaze, and the veins on her forehead bulged. She almost couldn't resist throwing the wisp of gray dust that had been swept up by the wind at her.

"Who are you?" Kal'tsit frowned.

She found that things were getting increasingly out of her control.

Qi Yan suddenly decided to leave.

In what should have been a highly secretive base of the previous civilization, a feathered serpent suddenly appeared, cleaning up.

Kal'tsit's mind was in complete chaos.

Holhaya put the pile of ash aside, her face full of fake smiles, and was about to speak when a voice she knew all too well beat her to it.

"She is Holhaya, a former agent of the Melander Foundation, and now a traitor to the Melander Foundation."

The tin man appeared unharmed behind Kal'tsit, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his favorite pipe. Despite his stiff, metallic face, one could clearly sense that he was laughing.

"Are you following me?"

Kal'tsit was even more troubled.

“Lord, you misunderstand. I actually arrived before you,” Tin Man explained. “I followed Mr. Qi Yan here, but it was rare to see a traitor being bullied by Qi Yan. He was doing good deeds here, so I hid in the shadows and happily watched the show.”

"You mean Qi Yan found this place first?" Kal'tsit's eyes widened slightly. "What has he been doing here?"

The tin man said innocently, "My lord, it was already a great courage of me to follow Qi Yan. He was magnanimous and didn't bother with me. Do you think I would dare to go up and eavesdrop?"

Seeing that the tin man said this, Kal'tsit did not press him for details, but turned to look at Horhyah.

"Hey, don't stare at me like that." Holhaya put her finger to her lips and smiled. "I don't mind telling you what Qi Yan and that old guy talked about, but I have to admit that I didn't understand a lot of what they were talking about."

Why don't these guys ever add any footnotes or explanations when they talk about things like the 'Preserver Project,' 'pre-civilization,' and 'lumberjacks'?

Kal'tsit's face was so gloomy it was almost frightening.

Suddenly, the doctor walked past her without a word and strolled into the room.

Kal'tsit was startled and quickly followed.

Inside the door, the doctor didn't even glance at Holhaya, his gaze sweeping over the group of stone coffins in the small area that had just been cleaned, without uttering a single word.

The spherical instrument containing Friston lit up again, and the red light allowed the doctor to see more sarcophagi.

“You’ve arrived,” Friston greeted in the language of prehistoric civilization.

The doctor, who clearly did not know the language, found himself able to understand the information contained within it.

He paused for a moment, then hesitated before speaking, "These are all..."

“…The language of the Terran civilization.” Friston sighed softly, changing his own language to Terran’s. “Yes, these are your fellow citizens.”

The doctor took a deep breath, his mood clearly somber, and lowered his head to mourn the souls born from the same civilization as himself.

He could sense the dense aura of death in this place; the function of these stone coffins had long since been lost under the weight of time.

He had woken up from one of these machines, and he knew what was inside.

He also knew that his compatriots would never wake up again.

He was in a cemetery.

No one present disturbed the doctor.

Only after the doctor slowly raised his head did Friston ask:

"Should I call you 'Prophet' or 'Doctor' now?"

"Call me Doctor."

"Please tell me, have you found hope?"

"I'm very sorry."

Although it was just a moment of silence, everyone present could feel that with the doctor's reply, a building that had been ravaged by time and was already on the verge of collapse had been completely stripped of its last pillar.

A long, trembling sigh came from the spherical instrument.

Friston, unable to remain calm, asked again:

"So, Doctor, why have you come here?"

“Because Precys insisted that I come here; she wanted me to make my final decision here.”

"Prisus has already..."

"She has been put in solitary confinement and will not be able to escape for a considerable period of time."

Why can you tolerate this happening?

"...I was the one who locked her in the Originium."

Why did you make this decision?

"...For Terra."

Friston didn't speak, but the underground space began to tremble because of his mental tremor.

Chapter 1190 I Remain Unchanged

The sudden anomaly startled everyone except the doctor.

Kal'tsit immediately stood in front of the Doctor, preparing to try to persuade Friston to calm down, but found that the tremor stopped abruptly.

“Something’s not right, something’s very wrong.” Friston sensed something was amiss. “What happened? Answer me for him, servant. Ama-10.”

Friston suddenly recalled Kal'tsit's long-dormant codename. She opened her mouth, tried to organize her somewhat chaotic thoughts, and prepared to speak again.

But the doctor interrupted her.

"Servant?" The Doctor stood behind Kal'tsit, his neck stiff with arguing. "I don't care what my relationship with Kal'tsit was before, but now I have amnesia. I don't acknowledge it, I absolutely refuse to acknowledge myself as Kal'tsit's servant!"

Kelsey: “…”

Friston: "..."