Chlorine Sodium's Arknights

"Hmph, hiding casualties, evading questions about outcomes! They even secretly mobilized the army. If it weren't for me, if the Emperor of the Empire hadn't personally questioned them, would they have planned to surround this Winter Palace with troops?!"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. Your subordinates' loyalty to you is beyond doubt..."

"Enough, Witt. Answer me honestly. I've heard enough lies. I only want to hear the real situation now."

Tapping his fingers on the throne, made of rare wood only found in the Karlan region and symbolizing "Power," Fyodor casually tossed the dossier into the trash.

"...Although you've repeatedly weakened the military power under the various Dukes, you can't rush things. Now, the armies have their own mines, their own untraceable wealth. The soldiers know their generals, but the Emperor doesn't know about them..."

Witt bowed, stealing a glance at the Emperor's expression before finally uttering the last sentence.

"It's not that difficult to understand."

"They really have the nerve. Are they treating me as if I don't exist?"

"While their greedy faces are obvious, we don't have enough evidence to prosecute them right now. Although they are foolish and ignorant, arrogant and ill-mannered, always acting like old relics from before the previous Emperor's era, even the most foolish Tuo Beast will eat something other than grass when provoked. So, Your Majesty, you cannot rush things."

These old nobles have always held military power. If the central government wants to strengthen its authority, it will inevitably touch upon the vested interests of these old fossils. Today they can mobilize the army; tomorrow they could usurp the throne.

But this is inevitable. The era of military power being supreme is over. Ursus is no longer the glorious empire it once was.

Corruption, poverty, backwardness, ignorance, and ignorance shroud the people of Ursus. Yet, these old nobles still dream of returning to that past era, of sidelining the council, of seizing power, and re-establishing the system from the previous Emperor's time.

Utterly foolish.

However, nothing can be achieved overnight. Fyodor naturally understands this principle, but the prerequisite is that the Empire must survive until the reforms are completed.

"Sigh, you may go. I wish to be alone."

Dismissing his close attendant, Fyodor stood alone by the window, looking at the snow-covered square outside the Winter Palace and the few citizens milling about.

It appeared peaceful and serene, but in reality, undercurrents were surging.

Beings of flesh and blood, and those not, were all emerging at this moment.

The Empire is in turmoil. Perhaps a blizzard is coming.

But Fyodor didn't know if the Ursus Empire was truly fully prepared for the storm that could destroy everything before it arrived...

ps: Celebrate! My US time zone sleep schedule for the past few days has finally paid off! I'm getting a recommendation! ! ! I'll probably get a recommendation next week, so I'll have to go all out with plot points. It's tiring. Two books, and this one, with plot points for Exusiai, makes updating that book more difficult. Plus, I want to pursue quality in that book, making it even more challenging to write. Even though the plot of that book is superior to me, unfortunately, people nowadays don't like grand narratives anymore [sigh].

Why does a day only have twenty-four hours? Why do people need at least eight hours of sleep? And eating conveniently. Humans are such inefficient life forms [slumped].

When will I be able to let Sariel write his own autobiography? [Evil capitalist face] Well, it'll probably be censored. [Sariel's direct superior doesn't seem to have a good ending.]

I don't want to be human anymore. Who can find me a Stone Mask?

Speaking of which, YJ has been updating quite frequently lately. It's finally not a toothpaste factory anymore. However, I haven't read this update outside of this place yet. I'll have to find the story text separately later, just like with Maria Nearl.

As someone who writes about Arknights, I can't even play Arknights' tower defense. I'm too bad at it [slumped]. I can only copy guides and watch plot summaries.

Section 28 Chapter Twenty-Eight [Physical Therapy!!]

"So... Doctor, what's with the wrench?"

"I'm the supervisor of the psychiatric interns. You understand, these patients are very agitated. If certain measures aren't taken to handle them, it would be bad for both the patients and the doctors. So, we often prepare additional anesthetic methods to avoid medical accidents."

"And this saw is for that too?"

"Ah, this is an emergency measure prepared for situations where restraint might be too tight, potentially causing harm to the patient. It's used to saw through restraint devices to save the patient."

"Ah, this..."

Is it too late for me to regret this? !!!

Time rewind to a few hours ago.

Ulyov Murphy was escorted into this psychiatric hospital in Chernobog by several guards.

In Ursus, to ensure the fairness of the law, it is judged whether a criminal had self-awareness when committing violent acts.

In other words, whether the harm to others occurred during an episode.

In Ursus, as long as it's not the Originium infection, other illnesses can be negotiated.

To many ordinary people, psychiatric hospitals are always shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere. But to many villains, psychiatric hospitals are practically a haven of freedom!

As long as they can pass the mental health evaluation, at worst, they can be treated in the hospital and avoid punishment; at best, they can be pardoned directly. As for how to get out of a psychiatric hospital, that's a matter for later. Staying here is much better than being in prison.

Ulyov is a regular when it comes to evaluations. The first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar. The evaluation methods of this era are still relatively old, and there is indeed a possibility of getting away with it.

This gives scoundrels like Ulyov the opportunity to escape justice.

What to do after getting out?

Yes, Ulyov, who had just been brought into the hospital, was already planning what to do after he got out.

Go back and kill that damned bitch.

That bitch is too much of a hindrance. If her family hadn't reported him, he wouldn't have been caught so quickly. He really had to go back and kill that bitch to vent his anger.

No, killing her directly is too easy for her. It should be rape and then kill!

The villain thought to himself.

Why hasn't the doctor come yet?

Bound to the chair, Ulyov was growing impatient, eager to get this formality over with so he could find a way to regain his freedom.

Just as he was thinking this, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The Doctor had arrived.

This time was different from the past; it wasn't the old man in a white coat he was used to, but a rather young woman.

Oh, I didn't expect to be treated to such a feast for the eyes.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman. Her attire was very mature, and even though a hint of youthful innocence remained on her face, most people would simply assume she was a newly appointed doctor.

Her silver hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, her blue eyes were like gemstones, and the way she wore her white coat, which somehow had the texture of a white trench coat, made her a captivating figure poised between maturity and youth, exuding an undeniable charm. The casually open white coat accentuated her tall stature, while the form-fitting dress underneath hinted at maturity. Combined with a face that still held a touch of youthful innocence, she possessed a forbidden beauty. Yet, the slight coldness on her face made her actual age impossible to guess.

What a beautiful person.

No one could ignore such a striking presence.

Even the two Ursus prison guards standing beside the inmate's eyes were glazed over.

"You two can leave now."

The woman said in a clear, cool tone, which fit the initial impression of a doctor perfectly. The two guards, however, blinked in surprise before realizing that, to ensure the inmate's personal privacy, no one else should be present, and the doctor's authority would guarantee the impartiality of the examination.

Just the two of us. If my hands weren't tied behind my back, I'd have already pounced.

What a shame. But also, what good fortune. Even a visual treat was a kind of luck.

The moment the two guards left and the door clicked shut, A sense of unease began to spread throughout the not-so-large examination room!

Because... why was she holding... a wrench???!!!

Ulyov understood the usual procedure. It typically involved psychological inquiries and tests, usually with electrodes. What was this wrench all about?!

Moreover, his gaze had been completely captivated by the young woman's aura. It was only when Ulyov snapped back to reality that he noticed something was wrong. The metal cart holding surgical instruments was devoid of the usual equipment. Instead, there was a wrench, a hammer, and a saw!!

Wait, what's going on here?!

"So... Doctor, what's with the wrench?"

"This? Don't worry. I'm the supervisor for the psychiatric interns. As you know, mental illnesses can make patients very agitated. If certain measures aren't taken, it's not good for either the patient or the doctors. So, we often prepare some additional anesthetic methods to prevent medical accidents."

The doctor's explanation was quite reasonable.

"And the saw?"

"Ah, that's an emergency measure in case the restraints are too tight and the patient experiences a critical situation. It's used to saw through restraints and save the patient."

"Uh..."

However, in a corner of her mind unseen by anyone, Chlorine Sodium was coldly appraising her first patient.

On her third day working here, her fake identity had proven useful, allowing her to secure a stable position without any obstacles and without raising suspicion.

She was supposed to be assessing a prisoner. Using the Herrscher of the Void's abilities for a patient's assessment was practically overkill.

Of course, it wasn't about pathological knowledge, but about using her sight.

At this moment, the man before her exuded a repulsive aura.

It was the resentment of the dead.

As she spoke, Chlorine Sodium casually conjured a trace amount of Honkai Energy, which was extremely lethal to mortals.

You talk about judgment?

That's a word only boring righteous characters emphasize. For villains like her, vigilante justice was enough.

After all, I'm a bad guy. Fairness and justice don't exist; it's all about my mood.

Thinking this, Chlorine Sodium looked at the scoundrel, who radiated an aura of utter hopelessness, and a subtle smile spread across her face.

Is this... Chernobog?

Gazing at the snow swirling down the streets, the young girl murmured a foreign name she'd heard from her sister.

Chernobog. It was said to be a very large city.

But the "large" in "large city" was a concept the young Yelena couldn't grasp. What was a big city? Telling her was like playing a lute to a cow, considering she might never have the chance to enter a city in her life, only to stay in the wilderness and countryside, or even hide in the deep mountains and forests from the Ursus military police.

However, Yelena was fortunate, as she had the opportunity to come here and even had a place to live. It seemed like a happy situation.

But an animal that had always lived in the wild couldn't adapt to a jungle of steel. Yelena was the same. After arriving here, she found it difficult to adjust. This steel jungle always felt oppressively suffocating.

Especially with the frightening military police everywhere on the streets. As an Infected, seeing the military police was like a sheep encountering its natural predator; she didn't know what to do.

But thankfully, she had a reliable sister.

Behind the girl was a modest apartment, her new home. Or rather, her sister had brought her here, miraculously bypassing military police checkpoints and entering the "big" city's interior, a place she had never imagined or conceived of.

Everything felt both terrifyingly unfamiliar and incredibly novel.

After all, children's curiosity is quite strong.

She was also carrying a key. Driven by curiosity, she had gone downstairs. Outside here was the street; this area was still considered the interior of the residential district.

She no longer dared to venture further out, as she would encounter military police.

Today seemed to be the same as usual, her morning hours spent alone, and her sister would return at noon, bringing back food bought from outside.

It felt as if the days before were like a dream, or rather, the current days were also like a dream, making it impossible to distinguish which period was real and which was false.

Suddenly, the street outside seemed to erupt into chaos.

?

Looking out from here, the surrounding buildings obstructed her view, allowing her to see only a corner of the street.

What happened?

Suddenly, the girl's pupils constricted sharply like needles!

This was because the view of that corner was completely blocked by burly Ursus military police!!!!

ps: My old desktop computer broke down too. I fiddled with it all morning, unplugging and plugging back in all the components, only to finally discover the RAM stick was faulty. I also cleaned out the dust and applied some thermal paste. I was exhausted. Then, after a nap, the internet went down in the afternoon. I almost missed today's update. Collapses

The heating in my home is also broken. I feel so unlucky. [Collapses and cries]

Section 29 Chapter Twenty-Nine [The Best Spellcasting Material]

"Is this an Infected?"

A veteran soldier looked at the "Infected" his subordinate, a new recruit, was holding.

This was an order from above. Military police from more than half the city had been mobilized to search for Infected.

And there was a quota that had to be filled.