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293 Atonement and Redemption, This World is Full of Suffering

When the doctor came over again, he saw Broken Bones sitting there with his eyes open, unable to stop crying. Seeing that the other person was about the same age as the boy, he sighed deeply.

He didn't know who to blame anymore. Should he blame the world for being unkind? But the other person had chosen their own path, but did they really have the opportunity to choose? This damned cannibalistic society determined everyone's fate from the very beginning. No matter how hard you tried to climb, you were just spinning in the same old rut.

If he hadn't gotten help from the chat group, he would probably be in the bowl now.

"Thank you for your hard work." He spoke gently to the ghost. The ghost just nodded slightly, then jumped off the chair and moved another chair to him.

He didn't refuse the kindness and just sat down. The chair immediately made a creaking sound. Fortunately, everything in Rhodes Island had been reinforced twice because of the doctor, so there was no funny scene of him falling to the ground with his butt breaking the chair.

He slowly shifted his gaze back to the slumped Broken Bones on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and reached out to help him. The other party ruthlessly slapped his hand away and wiped the tears from his face. However, the doctor did not care and he did it again.

"If you want to sit down, there's a chair over there." His tone was as gentle as ever, but Broken Bones only felt a strong sense of oppression when looking at him. After all, a huge height always brings a fear of being hunted to the weak.

But Broken Bones simply sneered and ruthlessly rejected the other party's opinion, even attempting to provoke him. "I don't need your hypocritical pity and kindness! I don't think I need to repeat this again."

"Well, the ground is a little cold. It's uncomfortable to stand for a long time. If your legs feel sore, you can sit down at any time. It's your right." The doctor was not angry at all. After all, compared to the troublesome problem child in Rhodes Island, the other party's attitude was quite gentle.

The doctor had a pile of documents in his hands, and he pretended to flip through them. After all, he had memorized everything on them and even knew them by heart.

"Alex, right? You have a sister named Misha, and your father is Sergei, who was once a distinguished scientist in Ursus. The above information is correct, right?"

When he said this, the other party seemed to finally be unable to bear it anymore and shouted in a tone that was almost a roar.

"Ursus! Don't mention Ursus to me! This damned, inhumane country. My father gave his all for Ursus, and what happened? What happened? Just because he was infected! Just because he was infected!!! We were forced to come to the mines to do endless toil, and except for me, they all died! All died! And my father, he actually still delusionally hoped that Ursus would have mercy. He personally killed too many people. I can't forgive him, I can't forgive him, I can't forgive him on behalf of others."

His emotions began to collapse at a visible speed. He roared at first, but then couldn't help crying. He thought of his father, who he had killed with his own hands, but what could he do? His father had killed too many people, and he had no choice but to watch.

What about him? He would probably suffer the same fate. He had killed too many people. Sooner or later, he would be hunted down, just as the King Eater had hunted down his father. Sooner or later, the families of those he had killed would also come after him.

"...Thank you for your hard work." The doctor walked over and hugged the other person in his arms. The other person struggled frantically at first, but later, probably because he felt some warmth, he calmed down.

But this hug came too late. If it were before, if he had not joined the Integration Movement, he might have had a chance to turn back. But now, he will eventually be judged.

Even the Doctor knew it clearly. He looked at the "rescue" column on the task list and fell into a rare silence, unable to speak.

He asked the chat group a question for the first time.

What is salvation? Saving the other person's reputation? Do I have to let him live?

Even if the other party really changes his mind and realizes his mistake, what about those who have been hurt? Some things cannot be wiped out, and he cannot ignore the pain of others.

But the chat group only gave that one sentence.

Everything is determined by the heart

This sentence made him silent for a long time. He thought of the various people on Rhodes Island, most of whom were stained with blood and had made mistakes, and were still repenting and atonement.

He hesitated for a long time. He looked at the person who had quieted down. He knew that his words could determine the fate of the child. Life or death, it all depended on his words.

"...Can you atone for your sins?" he asked.

"...Do I still have a chance to atone for my sins? Will anyone forgive someone like me?" Broken Bones asked in a trembling voice. All the experiences in Rhodes Island were like a mirror. Even if it was short, it was enough to print out his blood-stained self, and the existence of ghosts and the doctor accelerated this process.

He clearly realized a tragic fact, a fact that he had known all along but had selectively forgotten. However, now that he had fallen into this situation, what was the use of understanding it at this time?

Hatred is such a terrible thing. When it burns fiercely, the flames will cover the eyes so that only the scarlet dancing flames can be seen. When the flames go out, only then will you realize that you are surrounded by ruins and corpses, and your hands are stained with blood, and you are doing the thing you have always hated.

"Kill me, it will be easier this way. Let me sleep completely in this terrible world, along with the sins I have committed. Even if this cannot atone for the sins of those who died, nor can it wipe out all the wrong things I have done, I will still have to do something."

"...Forget it, it's too early to say these things. For now, just stay alive here in Rhodes Island. For now, when you figure it out, I'll ask you these questions again. Atonement doesn't mean death. It represents something much heavier. Atonement is heavier than death itself."

The doctor loosened his grip, his cheerful mood now completely heavy. He gently patted the man's back and made a gesture to the ghost, intending to let the poor man who had just woken up think for a while...

Poor people, who on this continent isn't pitiful? Kelsey was right. This is a continent full of suffering. Isn't it precisely because of this that Rhodes Island hopes to spread some light, the kind of pure light like the sun?

Rather than the flames that tear everything apart like the Integration Movement.

294 The Party Begins

Carnival and wonderful parties always make people look forward to it, even though Kal'tsit has complained more than once that she is still fighting and it is not her turn to carnival and party yet.

"I know," the doctor replied nonchalantly. "I understand that this war will continue for a long time, even after the Reunion is completely defeated. But Kal'tsit, don't you think it's been a long time since we've seen some people smile? Including you. Don't let yourself be too heavy-hearted. And thank you for your hard work."

Kal'tsit looked at the Doctor, whose expression was filled with pure hope, and took a long time to finish her words.

"Doctor, I don't need this useless comfort. I'm not as fragile as you think. I've been through this for a long time. Just do what you should do."

After a brief, eerie silence, she turned her head slightly away, as if admitting something, and continued. "As for the banquet, you can leave it entirely to Amiya and me. There's no need for you to work so hard; we can handle it perfectly."

After saying this, the other party unilaterally ended the conversation, leaving the doctor alone with a bitter smile, muttering to himself that even after so much time has passed, his vigilance has not been eliminated. He really hopes that one day the other party will be able to smile easily and comfortably forever.

Just as he hopes that war and suffering will no longer happen on this continent, it may be a distant wish, but there will always be a day when it will be fulfilled.

The carnival and celebration went on smoothly, and Rhodes Island was filled with a sea of ​​​​joy and joy, so much so that Archangel couldn't stop complaining.

"The boss has been standing there grinning foolishly for ages. If he keeps going like this, won't he scare the new operators? Sigh, the boss's image as a cold-blooded, wise, and heroic figure has been completely destroyed in my presence."

"Why do you have such a strange impression?" Boss Yin, who was in a funny mood, couldn't help but ask.

"Because that's pretty much how Rhodes Island's doctor is portrayed in their propaganda. I might be exaggerating a bit, but at least it's more believable than the Reunion Movement's version. According to the Reunion Movement, he's a brutal giant with three heads, six arms, a green face, and fangs. Although I've learned over time that the doctor is truly a gentle person, I was still a little worried when I came here because of the rumors."

The Archangel smiled and put his hands behind his head, answering people's questions nonchalantly.

"What's going on with the Reunion Movement?" Silver-Ash tapped the ground lightly with his notebook, as if recalling something.

"After all, Penguin Logistics is just a logistics company. It's okay to know more, right?"

"A logistics company that specializes in creating explosions?"

"Hehehe, thank you for the compliment."

Silver Gray suppressed the urge to complain and adjusted his collar with dignity. Amiya, who was passing by, perhaps heard their conversation and joined in with great interest.

"The Doctor is truly a wonderful person! He's kind and gentle to all the operators," Amiya said softly, her gaze fixed on the Doctor. In that instant, her gaze seemed even gentler, a faint smile in her eyes. "He cares for every Rhodes Island operator equally, just like a father."

Exia raised his hand, yawned, and nodded in agreement. When SilverAsh heard the first half, he subconsciously nodded as well. But when he heard the second half, he felt something was not right.

...Is he inexplicably a generation younger than me?

The Doctor here hugged everyone who came in to chat, first Tony Stark, then Steve, Sora, Wendy, a little guy wearing a hood and carrying a cute decoration on his back, and a cell man who had skipped work on purpose - he should not be a cell man now, after all, the other party seemed to have a complete body, wearing jealous and flashy white clothes. In the end, the Doctor didn't even plan to skip the ghost who went back to pick up Green and Pure.

But Green dodged it easily, and then tried to hug the ghost for comfort with a frightened look. Unfortunately, this action was blocked by Pure Quick, ruthless and accurate. So he made an irritable sound and had to give up.

The last person to be hugged was naturally the ghost. The doctor very calmly embraced the ghost who had opened his arms waiting for him to hug him, despite the death gazes of the two people, and pinched the little horn on the other's head.

As for why he was so sure that the guy in flashy clothes was a Cellman, the only ones in the group who sounded so arrogant and demanding were probably Tony Stark and him. Once he had confirmed who Tony Stark was, wouldn't it be easy to determine who the other person was?

"How is it? I look handsome, don't I? I didn't expect my body to be preserved so well, just like when I was young."

After seeing the other party making several exaggerated gestures one after another, except for the ghost who was quite cute and moved a small stool to sit there and applauded and showed his support, everyone else showed some embarrassment in their expressions.

Even the usually eloquent Doctor couldn't help but cover his face, unwilling to look up. After all, the Cellman's showy behavior had attracted the attention of most operators. Fortunately, each operator of Rhodes Island had a distinct personality, so it only attracted some attention.

SilverAsh took a look over there, took his card and walked over slowly with his glass of wine. His goal was very clear, which was to go straight to Tony Stark who had picked up a glass of wine and was looking around for someone to drink with.

He smelled a sense of similarity from the other person, and compared to other people, he might be able to find out more from the other person.

The Doctor also saw this scene but did not try to stop it. After all, he was well aware of SilverAsh's strong desire to spy. However, Kalan Trading was an extremely important partner after all, and this was not a big deal, so he turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it. After all, Tony Stark would definitely talk nonsense, right?

It's not that the doctor in this world has not considered using and manufacturing the existing technology that Tony Stark has already researched, but he has tried and found that there is no way to manufacture it normally here. In other words, they have no way to develop an industrial chain here and can only obtain the final resources directly from Tony Stark by taking them.

This is undoubtedly a deformed form of support. People in a chat group should help each other instead of developing such a deformed relationship.

295 Explosion and Fire

SilverAsh and Tony Stark were whispering about a deal, while Green and Pure were ordered by the Ghost to act alone. The Ghost really didn't want them to be the only ones in their insect lives, and he felt that this was not a good thing.

As for the ghost itself, it ate from one end of the venue to the other in a happy and re-bound cell.

"Honestly, the food I ate before is really hard to describe. It's just that I didn't have complete taste buds at that time, so I couldn't taste it. Later I found out that all I ate were rotten chicken legs and bread that had been crawled with something. Thinking about it now makes me feel a little nauseous."

As he said this, he picked up an apple and took a bite.

At the end of his speech, he suddenly remembered that he had probably survived by eating these things before, but why he couldn't eat them later? Perhaps those who were used to suffering became accustomed to it, otherwise those who were enslaved would not have worked for so long, and even their spirit of resistance was worn out.

Now that they are living a good life, if someone tells them to go back to the hard days of the past, probably no one would want to do that.

The ghost nodded, not quite understanding. To some extent, the two of them had become a unique landscape of Rhodes Island.

Chunchun was standing not far away and was soon surrounded by curious operators like Steve. When they heard that the other party was also a knight, Grani and Lin Guang's eyes lit up.

Green bumped into the puppet. Perhaps it was the same feeling conveyed by the other party, so Green rarely used sharp words to squeeze the other party.

But on Kong's side, his expression looked unusually bad, as if he had encountered some sudden accident.

"Barbatos, have you seen Klee?"

"Oh no, we didn't keep an eye on her...or?"

Barbatos summoned a faint breeze out of thin air.

"Let's run away!"

"...Now is not the time to say such things!"

"Hey, I'm just kidding."

But soon a violent explosion sounded from a direction not far away. The doctor immediately looked in that direction with a vigilant look on his face. Until he completely determined the direction of the explosion, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even revealed a hint of panic.

Because the place where the explosion occurred was obviously their warehouse, which was filled with a large amount of precious tissues such as torsades de pointes.

The banquet ended very hastily, with some very gorgeous and expensive fireworks and the operators' frantic firefighting and rescue efforts.

The two culprits, one big and one small, were standing side by side, with their heads lowered in unison, but it was unclear how much repentance they showed.

"Brother Traveler!" The moment Klee saw the Traveler approaching, she immediately slipped over and hugged him. "Klee knows she's wrong. Please don't put her in solitary confinement, okay?"

"...I won't put you in solitary confinement." Kong picked the man up helplessly, and calculated how much compensation he would have to pay. Kong had a strange premonition that he might lose everything on this trip.

He seemed to have seen his wallet, which was not rich to begin with, quickly becoming empty. He had already begun to wonder whether he should go back to Mondstadt specifically to shamelessly look for Diluc, or shamelessly ask the Young Master for money.

Compensation will definitely be paid. After all, he most likely guessed that the cause of the incident was that he did not keep an eye on Klee, and then due to a series of coincidences, he placed a bouncing bomb in the other party's warehouse... He no longer knew what words to use to comfort the other party, because he would probably be as pale as the doctor when he got the compensation list.

The ghost took a glass of juice and drank it slowly, leaning against the wall and watching the excitement calmly. However, compared with the cell people who were laughing so hard, the ghost felt really miserable for both parties.

When Ifrit saw that Klee was forgiven so easily, just as he was about to go over and repeat the same trick, he gritted his teeth and called her "Brother Doctor" and tried to hug her, but he was picked up by the Doctor.

"Don't worry about it. Those who need to be put in solitary confinement will be put in solitary confinement."

The doctor forced himself to suppress his anger and recalled that according to statistics, nearly half of the supplies were completely damaged, and the remaining supplies were more or less damaged. He felt that the hand holding the other party was about to tremble uncontrollably.

"Don't force yourself to do things you don't want to do, and don't force yourself to call strange names. I won't just let this matter go because of this strange name. Kelsey is right. I have been too indulgent towards you. I think I should have a good talk with Saria and Ms. Hemer."

At this point, Ifrit, who had been yelling at everyone to let her go, immediately lowered her head.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Can you please not tell them? I will make up for the mistakes I made."

The doctor sighed, put the man down and touched his head.

"I know you're excited to have made friends with like-minded people. She, like you, enjoys fire and explosions. You should also be aware of the serious consequences of improperly using these abilities. Perhaps my repeated leniency with you has led you to believe that even such actions are insignificant. In reality, they are never trivial. The consequences of your actions will destroy the long-term efforts of many people. Rhodes Island will be short of special resources for a long time, and our weapons maintenance may be in an awkward situation for a long time. Of course, I'm not saying all this to blame you."

"I just want you to understand that everyone must always be responsible for their own actions, no matter what they are. Ore disease is a terrible thing, but it is never a reason to give up on yourself. We are already trying to overcome and conquer it. I don't know how long it will take to get complete results, but this is one of the motivations for my efforts."

If he didn't think about himself and Tony Stark, he would think about how many sleepless days we had spent, overturning countless conclusions, accumulating again and again, failing again and again, and finding a tiny possibility of moving forward even just one step among thousands of times.

Sometimes they even find the so-called correct path, but after taking two steps forward it becomes the wrong one. At that time, all efforts have to be completely negated and return to the starting stage again. It is precisely these crazy efforts that have brought rewards and the prototype of the antidote to mineralogy. Even if it is still relatively immature, at least hope is beginning to sprout.

"Okay, after this world ends, I hope you can reflect on the mistakes you've made, rather than simply copying them dozens of times and then completely forgetting them. But don't forget, there's always a chance to correct your mistakes."

The doctor had one more thing to say. As long as he was alive, he could always make up for the mistakes he had made.

296 Mira's Journey to Hallownest (Part )

This place should be dark, full of danger and deadly things, with intricate paths organizing the city into a maze-like nest.

Loose clods of earth intertwined with each other to support a confusing path, forming a natural trap. If you stepped into it carelessly, you would either miss your step and fall into an unfamiliar environment, or the trap, which was covered with sharp thorns, would be covered by someone, with the bodies of some unlucky people pierced on it.

Not to mention some of the already cold corpses seen on the road, which would tear apart their camouflaged shells at any time after sensing the breath of living insects, revealing their hideous claws, ready to tear the living insects apart at any time.

But everything has changed, even earth-shaking changes.

The narrow and dark passages became spacious and bright. Benches for people to take a short rest could be seen everywhere on the roads that extended in all directions. Even some speculators were located here, selling some novel gadgets.

As for those traps, needless to say, they were all dealt with thoroughly and buried firmly, never to see the light of day.

Mira walked calmly on the path.

This was not her first time walking this path, but she still cheered for the miracle.