About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Rosalina glanced at Orson who was calling the next person, held the ID card in her hand, and prepared to look for the Black Steel employee named Franka with gratitude.

"Next! Your name—"

"KO~KO~DA~YO~"

"Alright, alright, I get it, Operator Cross. I strongly suggest you change your catchphrase..."

The second operator to come for the test today was the old dreamer as soon as he opened his mouth. Orson quickly asked Cross to stop introducing himself.

"Um~~Orson~~, can I take a leave~~? I feel so sleepy..."

"Don't sleep at this hour, please. Anyway, Cross, you're testing to become a full-fledged sniper operator—I know less about sniping than cold weapon combat, but the test itself is systematic and quantifiable, so please be prepared."

Orson complained as he took Cross to the sniper test site.

Sniper operators need to perform three tests: long-range precision shooting, close-range rapid shooting, and mobile shooting in complex terrain.

KuKuDada completed the test between sleepwalking and being awake.

"Long-range 65, close-range 67, complex terrain 66... Uh, judging by the results, I'm good enough to be a 3-star sniper operator."

"Is that so?"

"Don't plagiarize catchphrases from other characters! Seriously... I can't offer any effective suggestions on shooting, but I always feel like you, Operator Cross, still have some tricks up your sleeve."

Orson glanced at the scoreboard, then looked at Cross, whose breath remained unchanged, and said.

"Anyway, please accept this 3-star operator ID card. Also, if you become an Elite Operator, you'll be assigned a separate dormitory and won't have to attend regular training, allowing you to spend your time more freely. Please work hard towards this goal—Woooa!?"

"Let me test it again."

Orson was suddenly startled when he was halfway through his speech. Cross, who had just looked sleepy, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Orson.

In those eyes, Orson glimpsed the end of the universe, the C rays gleaming in the darkness near the Tannhauser Gate, the infinite void, and Halloween.

“Okay—okay—”

"I'm going to go up!"

Cross closed his eyes again and returned to his original appearance. He picked up his crossbow and walked into the training room again.

"Unmeasurable, unmeasurable, unmeasurable—er, well, Instructor Doberman didn't tell me how to handle this situation. I'll give you an answer in two days, Operator Cross... no, the great Miss Cross."

Orson looked at the test results with all the data overflowing in his hands, and he was just one step away from establishing the KKDY sect.

"Eh~? That's so boring~"

Hearing that he still couldn't get free time and space to sleep, Cross lazily went back, but with an extra Rhodes Island Operator ID card around his neck.

We can’t let this little rabbit open its eyes, absolutely not...!

The next person to report in was medical officer Ansel.

"O-Orson? Uh, um, what's going on?"

Ansel's reaction was similar to Melanza's. Both were stunned by the acting instructor at first.

After explaining the whole story, Ansel didn't say much and directly started the medical operator's simulation training.

All the operators in the medical department were selected by Kal'tsit herself, so Orson was only responsible for the most basic project testing.

Ansel received good and stable scores in most items, but there was a slight surprise in "Field Medical".

Battlefield medicine, as the name suggests, is medical technology that can be used on the battlefield. For Ansel, his battlefield medicine is "throwing bandages."

It sounds nothing special, even a little rustic, but the problem is——

Boom! ! !

“…What is this?”

Orson threw his sunglasses aside and looked at the wall of the training room in disbelief. There was a roll of bandage embedded in the wall, surrounded by cracks caused by the bandage.

"I hope to be able to help everyone, so... well, that's why I practiced throwing bandages."

"This isn't a tricky question, is it? Rather, a bandage of this strength, thrown over, can actually provide first aid, rather than just salvation?"

"Ok?"

Orson complained while looking at Ansel, but the macho pink bunny just tilted his head and said "Huh?", as if he had no idea what Orson was talking about.

Orson used a pause to pick the bandage out of the wall. After hesitating for a long time, he wrote "Failed" in the "Battlefield First Aid" column.

The bandage medical first aid method suitable for this child is not to bandage others, but to bandage his own fist. After wrapping it several times, he uses the "bandage fist" to give the enemy an angel's kiss.

[There are no normal people in the medical department] - Orson firmly believed this.

After sending Ansel's file to Kal'tsit, before Orson had time to sigh that everyone on Rhodes Island was a talent, the next "Operator" had already arrived.

"Dr. Orson! I also want to apply to upgrade my star rating. I heard that if I reach 3 stars, I can get a dormitory. Then I can become your personal care expert, Dr. Orson!"

"—"

Orson blinked, looking at the medical cart under his feet, not knowing what expression to make.

"Um... I'll see if the instructions Instructor Doberman gave me mention anything about how to advance to the Medical Cart level—Ahaha, sure enough, there isn't."

Orson analyzed the situation calmly, and then became numb.

But the riots are not over yet—

"Ha, I knew you'd do something so despicable, ridiculous, and meaningless as to sneak off like that, Lancet-2!"

"THRM-EX!? You're supposed to be doing repairs—"

"Haha, I skipped Master Korshiel's routine maintenance. In other words, I'm full of enthusiasm right now (meaning I'm ready to explode at any time)."

"Dr. Orson, THRM has gone crazy, please follow me and escape!"

"Dr. Orson, please feel my fiery determination!"

"Don't stick your stethoscope under my clothes... and don't blow yourself up in a place like this!!"

Subsequent records: Lancet-2 and THRM-EX were stripped of their promotion qualifications due to their allegedly lewd comments to the examiner.

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"Damn... I didn't expect Instructor Doberman's daily work to be so terrifying."

After finally finishing the operator assessment, Orson lay on the table, his whole body limp and turned into a puddle.

"However, I feel like I've gained a lot this time, and my relationship with everyone in Rhodes Island has become a little closer."

Instructing others on "combat techniques" was also a very novel experience for Orson. After experiencing this instructor's attempt, Orson had some experience in teaching others combat skills.

"Is the interview over? Can you give me an extra opportunity to be an elite operator? Orson~?"

A girl's voice came from behind Orson.

"The assessment of elite operators requires the supervision of Dr. Amiya Kal'tsit and two or more elite operators. And the prerequisite is—W!?"

Orson instinctively responded to the naughty female voice that suddenly appeared behind him. He was halfway through replying when he noticed that the person speaking was W, the leader of the Sarkaz mercenaries.

"Long time no see, Orson. So before we catch up—are you free to go blow something up with me?"

W showed his signature smirk and asked while holding the detonator in his hand, the connection of which he didn't know where.

10. American cockroaches are worried about you

On the Terran continent, [Mobile City-States] are the primary residential areas. Capable of supporting entire buildings, these cities can quickly transport people to avoid devastating natural disasters.

However, outside of the mobile city-state, there are also some residents living in various areas, such as the coastal city of Xiosta, the ancient and mysterious Kalan Snow Mountain, or the dense forest of Sargon.

These areas can prevent natural disasters to a certain extent due to their geographical location, and people also live in them.

However, in addition to this, there are many small settlements and towns. These towns are neither large nor small and are generally rooted on the edge of some mobile city-states.

These city-states were once temporary settlements for workers mining Originium resources, and over time, they gradually evolved into small settlements. The only reason these people stayed here was the belief that "a region that has experienced a natural disaster will not be hit again," a belief that was hardly empirical.

Such settlements are definitely not rare in Terra. In fact, one can find countless similar villages in the former northern border alone.

At this moment, in a wasteland on the west side of Ursus, a not-so-small town was experiencing a disaster completely different from a natural disaster.

"Hey, hurry up! Stop dawdling!"

The streets of the fairly large town were deserted. A man wearing a black mask and a Ratlan rifle on his waist roughly kicked a middle-aged man in front of him who had chains on his hands and a terrified look on his face.

"Woo! No, stop fighting, I'm leaving now...I'm leaving now!"

The man trembled all over and looked like he had been beaten a lot recently. The two of them walked forward one after the other.

Not far away, in the central square of the town, a man who looked like a leader stood on a makeshift wooden booth and shouted at the men in front of him, all dressed like thieves and mercenaries:

"We've taken over this town, brothers! Have fun and drink to your heart's content! Even though we haven't found any trace of that explosive girl, she doesn't dare to come to us. She can only hide in dark and damp corners like a cockroach. We can't use her as evidence at all!"

"Ohhh!!"

The man was loudly derogatory and mocking the "explosive girl", and the younger brothers who followed him also joined in the excitement.

"This guy is the mayor of this town. How ridiculous! He thinks he can hide in the basement without being discovered?"

The leader pointed at the middle-aged man who had just been pushed over with a terrified expression, and pulled him onto the stage with one hand.

"But I still have to commend you. You would rather sacrifice everyone's lives than tell us the clues about the mercenaries. This is truly selfless."

The chief looked at the mayor with a mocking expression, his face showing a malicious look, while the mayor shook his head desperately, tears and snot almost flowing.

"I, I, I really don't know! Those mercenaries stayed for about a week, but, but they didn't tell me where they were going after that—Wuwuwuwu!!"

"Alright, alright. I have great respect for your heroic selflessness. Now shut up."

The leader stuffed a spherical device into the middle-aged man's mouth, then took out a remote control from his pocket and waved it in front of the mayor, then kicked the frightened man aside.

"boom!!"

The man pressed the button, and a dull explosion sounded from the mayor's body, followed by scarlet fragments scattered all over the ground.

"Tsk, it still got on my clothes. What bad luck."

The leader spat at the sticky flying debris and then patted the corner of his clothes.

"Speaking of which, Boss, this group of people really don't know the whereabouts of that madman. What on earth should we—"

"We'll just wait here. If it was the madwoman from before, she definitely wouldn't care about the lives of these people. But now—these human bombs are our best hostages and bargaining chips. Let that madwoman also taste the feeling of being blown to pieces by a bomb!"

The man looked at the barn. The huge barn was filled with terrified people, most of whom had a collar embedded with a bomb around their necks.

"Hahahaha!" "Great!" "Blow up that crazy woman!"

The group of thieves and mercenaries made a vicious shouting sound, and then a group of them dispersed with laughter, ready to continue having fun in this unfortunate occupied town.

Before leaving, the leader remembered something. He walked to the young man sitting in the corner, grabbed the collar around his neck, dragged him in front of the corpse with great roughness, and pushed him to the ground.

The boy claimed to be a caught stowaway from Ursus, who had barely managed to save his life, but was eventually caught by this group of thieves.

"Hey, clean up this place! It's disgusting just to look at! If you vomit, just swallow it along with these organ fragments, hahahaha!"

The man laughed and left the town square. Suddenly, the only sounds in the town were cheers and screams from the houses along the street.

"..."

The young man who was pushed into a pool of blood did not spit it out. He stood up silently, summoned an indescribable black object to collect the body that had turned into debris, and buried it in the pit.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you a better burial right now. Please be patient."

The young man silently bowed his head towards the land that could not even be called a 'grave'. He did not know if Terra had gods in charge of the dead, but he still relied on his past memories to pay his respects.

"Hey! Guy over there, come here!"

"Me? Here I come."

The boy had just finished burying the mayor when he was dragged by several thieves into a room that looked like a bar.

"Haha, come and serve us some wine! If you dare to spill even a drop—eh?"

One of the thieves took out a dagger and made a threatening gesture, trying to scare the boy viciously. However, before he could finish his words, he saw the boy very swiftly brought out 8 pints of beer from the bar, without spilling a single drop, and delivered them to each person one by one with ease.

"..."

Everyone was a little confused. They had originally planned to have fun by scaring and teasing this boy who looked very easy to bully and would cry non-stop when touched. However, the other party's movements were so smooth that he even made an extra cocktail for each of them. For a moment, the thieves thought they had entered a real bar and were being treated by a top bartender.

"You little brat...clean the floor for me! Otherwise I'll cross your pretty face...Uwaaa!?"

Another thief tried to make things difficult again, but the result was the same as before. Before he could even finish his words, the floor had been wiped to near zero friction. He could even see his own eye boogers in the reflection when he looked down.

"Anything else you need? I'm on vacation now, so any service is free."