You Have a New Job (Continued)

[Sleep, sleep, sleep! Sleep with you (gentle and easygoing)!]

How can you sleep at your age?

[Get up quickly, I've given you the idea, go verify it!]

The chattering urging echoed throughout the Anqi Network, focusing on the sleeping Iserin. At the same time, several plans devised by Anqi in the Theater of Domination were also transmitted.

Iserin: "!!!"

Tesla happened to be passing by the entrance at that moment and decided to stop by to take a look at this colleague whom she had already recognized and even secretly admired.

Then Iserin suddenly sat up like a zombie, staring with bloodshot eyes, and grabbed Tesla's wrist with her arm, which had an IV line inserted.

Tesla's expression was distorted with terror:

"Oh my god! It's like a zombie has come back to life!!!"

"Dr. Tesla, please stop yelling, I'm getting tinnitus."

"... Your tinnitus is from staying up too much, what does that have to do with me!"

Tesla tried to salvage his composure by shaking off Iserin's hand and criticizing her with a sour face.

Iserin patted her head blankly, as if trying to relieve her tinnitus symptoms; it was unclear how effective it was, but she quickly grabbed Tesla's hand again.

"Dr. Tesla, my computer, where's my computer?!"

"In the lab? What's wrong? The doctor said you need to rest for a day or two. I'm afraid you'll die before the Eye of the Abyss is even restarted."

Tesla was in a hurry, but seeing Iserin's disheveled hair and pale, haggard appearance, he had to slow down, no matter how anxious he was.

However, Iserin did not accept this concern disguised by a look of disgust. Instead, she spoke urgently in a voice that sounded as if she could die from overwork at any moment:

"Inspiration! I've got an inspiration! I have a new solution to the overload problem of Block 17!"

"What? Weren't you sleeping the whole time? You could continue your research in your dreams?"

"Three! I have three new ideas! Give me the computer, I need to write them down!"

"Hey! I think you've gone crazy from staying up all night. Take a break, you can't keep going like this."

Tesla did not believe it.

It's not impossible to get inspiration in dreams, but the No. 17 jammer problem is currently the biggest obstacle in the entire design, involving extremely complex factors and high-difficulty requirements. To come up with a solution in a dream would only mean you're half-asleep.

Tesla gently pressed Iserin, who was still trying to argue, back onto the bed, then, with his hands on his slender waist, sighed:

"I'll go call the doctor over so he can give you another check-up and prescribe some medicine to help you recover. I'm not trying to criticize you, but scientific research isn't something you can solve overnight. Before researching more problems, I think you should first learn the most basic self-regulating ability of the human body—going to bed on time!"

Tesla turned to leave, but his wrist was grabbed again.

"Dr. Tesla! Tesla! Inspiration! Ideas! Let me write them down!"

Pale-faced Iserin stared wide-eyed, as if experiencing some kind of severe withdrawal reaction, or as if possessed by an evil spirit, clinging tightly to Tesla and refusing to let go.

Tesla was startled by the scene, which resembled something out of a horror movie; his lips twitched, and he ultimately bowed his head and yielded.

"I'm scared of you. I'm going to get the computer. Don't touch anything."

Although it seems unlikely, to be fair, Tesla understands this feeling.

Sometimes an inspiration suddenly pops into your head, and you've already conceived a lot of ideas, but you don't have the tools to record them or further develop them. That feeling is truly excruciating.

Seeing how crazy Iserin was, Tesla felt a strong connection to her, so he ran all the way to the lab and brought back a laptop.

Then, watching Iserin's thoughts gradually unfold on the computer screen, she stroked her chin, nodded, and looked thoughtful:

"Oh, I see. That's what you're thinking. That's interesting."

"Dr. Tesla, take a look at this part. This is a change from your previous design. Do you have a more stable modification plan?"

"Hmm, great idea. But here and here... Come on, give me something, I think I have an idea."

"Oh! This is it! Dr. Tesla is a genius!"

"Of course! Hurry up, let me see your complete thought process! I remember you said there were three options, right?"

"Right away, right away Dr. Tesla, could you please take a look? Whether this can be accomplished depends entirely on your wisdom!"

An hour later.

After tidying himself up and having breakfast, Einstein went to visit Iserin in her room.

A familiar doctor stood by the bed, skillfully examining Iserin's arms, face, eyes, and other parts of her body.

But no matter how Iserin was manipulated, her eyes remained glued to her computer the entire time, with Tesla right next to her, also intently staring at his computer.

The two men occasionally pointed at each other and discussed something, completely ignoring the doctor next to them.

"All indicators are still barely normal, and there are no major problems for the time being, but I really need to maintain a regular schedule... Never mind, I'll go report to Lady Cocolia."

The doctor rubbed his forehead, letting out a weary sigh, a helpless expression he had long since grown accustomed to.

Einstein patted him on the shoulder knowingly.

"Thank you for your hard work. As for how to handle this, go report to Cocolia. She's the only one here who can take care of Iserin."

"Dr. Einstein, in all my years of medical practice, I've treated all Honkai Sickness, but I never imagined that the most frustrating case for me wouldn't be Mr. Siegfried, whose body was in complete disarray, but rather..."

"I understand, I understand! Thank you for your hard work, take care."

Einstein watched the doctor's departing figure with a touch of sympathy.

The doctor's professionalism is impeccable, given his long-term presence at Anti-Entropy Headquarters. However, this medical master, who can even alleviate Honkai Sickness, is helpless against Iserin's condition—if Iserin had Honkai Sickness, it would be somewhat better; at least the doctor would know it's a difficult case, and the setback would offer some psychological comfort. But Iserin's condition is simply due to irregular sleep patterns and staying up late; this kind of illness is incurable. How can a medical genius accept this?

"But who told you to run into Iserin?"

Einstein looked at Iserin, who was working intently on her computer while receiving an IV drip, and sighed, unsure whether he was more speechless or filled with admiration.

"Hey, Chicken Head, come take a look. There's something wrong here. You seem to be the expert!"

"Sigh... Here it comes."

So the number of people discussing the matter increased to three.

The sunlight initially slanted in, then shone vertically through the window, and finally disappeared slowly; just like that, the day was over.

Focus is a common trait among people like them, especially when they find a suitable approach to a key problem, it is very normal for them to work day and night without eating or sleeping.

Late at night, when the assistant who was taking care of the three of them brought over a late-night snack, all that could be heard was the crisp sound of them high-fiving each other in celebration:

"It's done?"

"It's done! It's a success!"

"I knew we could do it, hahaha!"

In his excitement, Tesla put his left arm around Iserin and his right arm around Einstein, letting out a hearty laugh of triumph. The three of them wore smiles of varying degrees, but all signifying joy.

"Be cautious... be extremely cautious..."

"Raw materials are rare, we can't waste them..."

In the World Bubble, in a laboratory filled with specialized equipment, Ninti carefully adjusts the reagents while operating the delicate machinery.

Equipment can be manifested through power, but raw materials can only be synthesized using equipment, and there are always some raw materials that cannot be synthesized by equipment alone.

Ninti could only use a large amount of blood as a base for preparation. Fortunately, she wasn't human, so the bleeding was harmless. However, the process was quite tedious, and in short, no waste was allowed.

"Gurgle..."

The uniform bubbles rose slowly in the light green liquid, and soon the medicine was formed.

A faint smile appeared on Ninti's face. She then took out some medicine and conducted a sample test with Welt's blood.

More than half an hour later, Ninti held a syringe filled with medicine and sighed softly.

'What a pity. If we could connect to the Anqi Network, we could have more ideas and conduct more thorough verification.'

I spent several days in the World Bubble, but there was still no sign of the internet connection coming back up.

It seems the Anqi in the real world have already done their best. This is probably not a technical problem, but rather a lack of output capacity. It's likely that only when the Anqi reach a higher level will it be possible to break through the dimensional barrier and penetrate into the Quantum Domain.

As for Ninti herself, she did not make any attempt.

No other reason than Kevin was squatting outside.

Kevin remained highly vigilant towards the Herrscher.

Kevin has a special and inseparable expectation of the Herrscher of Humanity.

Kevin needs Welt's core to achieve a dimensional leap and return to reality.

Ninti was well aware of Kevin's various mentalities and could naturally guess his actions. That guy was definitely crouching outside the World Bubble, watching until he thought the time was up, or until the real world reopened the passage, before appearing to try to communicate with Welt to solve the problem—or until he had no choice but to kill him.

In this situation, testing the power of Thousand-Person Ruler is tantamount to courting death.

While the Thousand-Person Ruler were indeed well-hidden, even the mentally-based Sue couldn't recognize them, and Kevin clearly didn't possess that ability either. However, using one's powers right under someone's nose was a different matter entirely.

"This is... the cure for Honkai Sickness?"

Ninti was lamenting the loss of contact with Anqi Network when a cold, mechanical, deep voice suddenly came from behind her, carrying a clear question.

In that instant, Ninti froze completely, almost dropping the syringe in her hand.

Several seconds later, Ninti turned around, clutching the precious medicine tightly to her chest. A hint of confusion flickered in her clear, innocent eyes as she softly said:

"Bad guy?"

"No, I..."

Good person? Bad person?

A simple question from an innocent child caused Kevin to momentarily lose his composure.

He never wanted to be a bad person. But on the battlefields of the Previous Civilization, his hands had been stained with the blood of his comrades more than once, and the Stigmata Project was a path of inhuman extinction... So, he really was a bad person, wasn't he?

"I am Kevin."

In the end, he replied in this way, the small ripples in his heart disappearing into the frozen lake of his heart, and no emotion surfaced.