About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Dubin was defeated in the tactical deduction, and when the news came out, it immediately caused a small-scale commotion.

ACE, who had changed his clothes, also came over.

"Let me try."

15 minutes later--

"Hmm... a fierce attack."

ACE also lost.

Then, SCOUT also pushed up his glasses and came over.

“It seems interesting.”

33 minutes later--

SCOUT wiped his eyes, stood up and left silently.

"—Let me do it."

Finally, Kal'tsit frowned and sat opposite Orson.

Orson looked at Kal'tsit, who was always serious and stern, and was now sitting opposite him playing Blind Battle with a serious expression. The scene made Orson want to laugh.

But there are no brothers on the battlefield. The loser can only call the winner "big brother" and treat him to chicken pot.

Orson went all out.

42 minutes later--

Kal'tsit rarely showed a shocked expression. In front of her, the pyramid wonder that the Tyranids had finally built after collecting Tiberium ore for half the game was reduced to nothing under the attack of the Orson Night Elves and the lightning storm.

"These tactics... seem to have no logic or order, but they always achieve unexpected results in the end. Your tactics are chaotic, but their structure is incredibly clear, Dr. Orson, you..."

Kal'tsit looked at Orson, who gently pushed the non-existent air glasses on the tip of his nose.

"A hundred kinds of martial arts, this is opening a branch mine, this is hiding a cow, this is rushing cockroaches, this is flying dragons riding on the face, this is - changing homes."

Although these words left the onlookers confused, everyone understood that this unprepossessing young man possessed terrifying battlefield planning abilities that could defeat Dr. Kal'tsit.

But in the crowd, only ACE and SCOUT had serious expressions.

"Do you remember the last time Dr. Kal'tsit accompanied an operator through a full test?"

ACE looked at SCOUT, who pushed up his glasses.

"Amiya back in the Tower of Babel era. Compared to that, ACE, his fighting style—that strange, yet effective fighting style…"

ACE nodded, he knew who SCOUT was talking about.

Finally, as expected, Orson's [Battlefield Planning] line received an "Excellent" rating.

85. Lin Guang: Gu... Kill me! (Additional)

"Hehe, excellent~~excellent!"

"..."

In the Rhodes Island training ground, Orson walked in front with a happy look on his face, like a student who got 100 points in the exam and was ready to take credit.

Of course, Kal'tsit, who was following Orson, didn't look so happy. Although Kal'tsit usually had a serious expression as if she was thinking about something, she was more serious than usual at this moment.

She wasn't thinking about anything serious, she just felt a little unhappy that she was defeated by Orson, this silly-looking guy.

After all, Kal'tsit is also a student. She would be a little unhappy if she is outdone in logical thinking and problem-solving.

——It’s only at times like this that I can’t regard him as a doctor. It’s really awkward for someone like me.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, how many operators in Rhodes Island can be classified as exceptional?"

Orson asked Kal'tsit, looking expectant.

"...For now, there's only you. There used to be a Sarkaz mercenary, whose insane tactics were classified as exceptional, but she no longer has any connection with Rhodes Island."

Kal'tsit responded to Orson in the same tone as usual.

"Sarkaz mercenaries...crazy...?"

Orson thought of a cockroach's tentacles. He did have the impression that W had a close connection with Rhodes Island's predecessor, the Tower of Babel.

I'll find time to talk to W later, but the most urgent thing to do is:

"Hehehe! If that's the case, I'm the undisputed number one in the battle of wits and intellect on Rhodes Island! Even Dr. Kal'tsit is only—"

"Mon3tr, bite him."

"Ouch!?"

Kal'tsit finally couldn't bear it anymore, and expressionlessly summoned mon3tr to physically shut Orson up temporarily.

"Kal'tsit, Kal'tsit said the circuit in the infirmary hasn't fully recovered yet. We still have time to conduct the next two tests—uh, Kal'tsit?"

As soon as Dobin came back after organizing the results of the tactical plan, he saw a strange scene with Mon3tr holding half of Orson's body in the air and Kal'tsit counting prime numbers beside him.

"I understand. Let's move on to the next test. It's [Battle Skills], right?"

"Um...yeah, are you okay?"

Doberman frowned and asked Kal'tsit, who controlled Mon3tr and walked forward with Orson in her mouth without looking back.

"Of course it's okay. You don't need to question the accuracy of a doctor's assessment of your body."

“Mmmmmm—(Help)”

A muffled whine came from Mon3tr's mouth.

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"This time, combat skills will be assessed using the most basic and classic method—1vs.1, arena combat, no restrictions on methods."

This time, everyone arrived at a relatively open area, surrounded by modular cubic floors, which seemed to be convenient for repair and replacement after damage.

"Do you understand? My opponent this time is still you, Instructor Doberman?"

After being bitten for a long time, Orson, who was now docile again, asked while stretching his body.

"No, someone learned that you were taking the comprehensive test and applied for this battle."

As Dubin spoke, he pushed open the door of the training ground, and saw a shining, fully armed knight girl standing in the center of the ring - Lin Guang.

"Nice to meet you again, Mr. Orson—no, [Tuner]. I hope to have a fair fight with you. Please allow me to apologize for my behavior in the sarcophagus."

The Radiant Knight Lin Guang raised his shield and hammer, his tone extremely formal and sincere.

It would be hard to refuse the invitation of such a serious knight lady - even if this shining knight is the only hexagonal warrior in Rhodes Island.

"There's no need to apologize, Ms. Linguang. We all have our own missions to fulfill, and the Reunion Movement has now reached a cooperative relationship with Rhodes Island, right?"

Orson walked into the training room, took out a pair of black leather gloves from his pocket, and then took out an unremarkable pure black metal short stick from his waist.

"Hmm...contrary to the rumors, you're a very easygoing person, Tuner Orson."

Lin Guang once again confirmed that the young man in front of him had nothing to do with the rumors about the Tuner.

Humble, easygoing, unassuming, and...why does it seem like there's some sticky, saliva-like liquid on his head?

In short, the sense of oppression he exuded at that time and the extremely uncoordinated feeling during the first battle were not illusions... I must explore the hidden strength of this young man through battle.

"Let me be clear, Miss Lin Guang. The fight between you and me may not be very exciting, and - it may end very quickly."

"No matter how the fight ends, I have no complaints."

"I see. So, Instructor Doberman?"

Orson placed one hand on the metal baton and slowly moved it from left to right, while asking Doberman when they could start fighting.

"Be careful not to hurt each other accidentally—start!"

Doberman cracked his whip, and a crisp sonic boom replaced the initial signal gun.

"Shua——!!"

As Dobin gave the order, Orson gathered all his strength into his feet and rushed forward explosively.

——A direct frontal breakthrough? You need to be careful of the summoned creature [Pause] mentioned in the intelligence, which may attack from a blind spot!

Lin Guang held the shield in front of him, while the hammer was always ready to block Rest's attack.

However, the black shadow never appeared. Instead, Orson had already arrived in front of him - with a metal stick in his gloves that had become extremely hot for some reason.

Due to a misjudgment, Lin Guang could only forcibly unfold the war hammer, and the golden light quickly gathered together.

"Glorious Field!"

The hammer in Lin Guang's hand extended a light like Pegasus wings to both sides. But the next moment—the light suddenly dimmed.

—The domain isn't deployed? So I can only use my shield to take this blow...

“Squeak, squeak, squeak—!!!”

Lin Guang raised his shield, and the terrifying sound of metal boiling and melting continued to come from in front of him.

"Crack!"

The red short stick pierced through Lin Guang's shield. Although his Originium skills started to work again at this time, the domain was not able to completely protect him. From the gap in the shield, an invisible black shadow had spread in and fixed into the shape of a spear.

Boom!

Lin Guang instinctively stepped back to dodge, but lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"It's over—Miss Linguang, are you okay?"

Just before the pause pierced Lin Guang's throat, Orson withdrew his Originium technique and reached out to the fallen Lin Guang.

"...Well, as expected of a Tuner, I accept defeat wholeheartedly."

Lin Guang was stunned for a moment, then he held the hand that Orsen extended.

"I'm sorry I couldn't have a proper fight with you, because I could only succeed with this one-shot surprise attack."

"No... I was so wary of your pause that I failed to immediately observe your attack pattern. Furthermore, your weapon pierced my shield head-on. As a knight, I have completely failed."

Lin Guang nodded to Orson. She knew very well that not every war could have a complete process like a knight duel. She would always face attacks that did not leave her time to react. Orson's attack taught her a good lesson.

"Before the battle began, I used [Tuning] to heat this iron rod to a critical point. The gloves are also specially tuned for this purpose. My goal was to penetrate the shield with the weapon, whose physical properties had not yet returned to normal, at the moment of [Curtain Call]. Of course, there is a price to pay."

"...!"

Orson took off his gloves, and his palms were covered with burn marks, and the front end of the metal stick had already turned into a strange shape.

"Then my Radiant Field failed to unfold because..."

"That's another ability of mine, [Silent Originium Nature]. It was actually just a one-time surprise attack. It was just good luck."

"Silence... I see. There's no need to belittle yourself, Orson. I've benefited greatly from this battle."

Lin Guang placed the war hammer in front of him and gave Orson a knight's salute.

"And you possess a rare integrity, Orson."

Lin Guang looked at Orson. There was no disappointment in his golden pupils about being "killed instantly", but only the joy of meeting a good opponent.

"I'm not the type to be honest. After all, one of my main jobs in the Reunion Movement is to secretly get rid of those malicious rats."

Orson said with a wry smile that he was not some great and glorious guy, and that the number of people who became mortal or sank into Tokyo Bay at his hands was at least a dozen.

"Duty and character are not the same thing. I've seen well-dressed scoundrels living in the halls, and I've also seen upright people living in the mud yet standing tall. You have the heart of a knight—a quality that's extremely rare even in Casimir these days."

“Oh my…”

Orson rubbed his head, feeling a little embarrassed by Lin Guang's serious flattery. But he also noticed that when he mentioned Casimir, a hint of sadness appeared on Lin Guang's face.

Did something happen in Casimir? Speaking of which, Rin Guang left Casimir after obtaining the status of "Shining Knight," right?

Orson frowned. If he had known that he would travel to the world of Terra, he would have memorized the background stories of every operator.

As for Lin Guang, Orson only vaguely knew that she was a hexagonal warrior who looked more mature than her actual age. Among all the strange operators in Arknights, she was one of the few knights with the word "reliable" printed on her face.

And... uh, it seems like he often teams up with Shining to go motorcycle racing?

Damn, the secondary creation and the original design have been mixed up...!

Orson rubbed his eyebrows and gave up trying to recall information about Lin Guang. After all, thinking about such things in front of the person involved always gave him a mysterious sense of betrayal.

Besides, I will never go to Casimir in my life, so what is there to consider?