Chlorine Sodium's Arknights

There was no sign of a rise, yet she was still alive.

Her long, pale hair was spread across the ground.

The creature, which seemed like a young girl, slowly opened her eyes, her amber irises unfocused.

"It seems she still needs to recover... but what a strange structure... no racial characteristics at all, and her physique is so weak..."

Muttering to herself, Kal'tsit looked up at the land bathed in the light of the rising sun.

"Indeed, the former masters of this land... how curious..."

ps: So sleepy, I'm going to bed after posting this, eeeeee.

Let me promote the group again. As long as I keep promoting it, more and more people will join. So, don't stop!

Section 39 Chapter 39 [Aftermath]

[Regarding the unauthorized troop movements by the Third and Seventh Army Group, the relevant personnel have been approved for arrest...]

[Next. The list of missing persons will be broadcast...]

The city was under martial law, and the army loyal to His Highness the Emperor had completely taken over all important hubs in Ursus.

After all, unauthorized troop movements had always been a major taboo throughout history, and an Army Group could not represent the entirety of Ursus.

In the square in front of the City Hall, many Ursus citizens were lined up.

In the wind and snow, a young psychiatrist stood at the main entrance of the City Hall, handing her identification to a staff member.

"Yelena? Is that your..."

"Sister."

Her cold tone was barely warmer than the biting winter wind.

It was as if she were stating, as a matter of course, that this was not her family, but her possession.

However, the paper bag clutched in the woman's arms clearly contained snacks that only children would enjoy.

Due to a shortage of staff in government agencies and the need to manage the curfew, simple administrative tasks at government buildings were handled by temporary workers.

Such as those from the Street Management Committee.

It was an elderly woman, wearing the Ursus double-headed eagle emblem on her chest, signifying her current status.

She scrutinized the ID presented by Chlorine Sodium and the "fake ID" for Yelena for a long time, comparing them.

It was like a game of "spot the difference."

Although in Chlorine Sodium's eyes, both IDs were indeed fake, exchanged with the remaining points, for this world...

In a way, they were both real.

"Strange."

She seemed unable to find any signs of forgery. Although the sisters looked nothing alike except for their hair color, they shared a certain resemblance.

The old woman, who had initially been wary of outsiders and the flippancy of the young, relaxed her guard and exclaimed, "Strange."

Or rather, "Strange people."

The woman before her was utterly incongruous. She had an expression as if her sister owed her millions, yet she seemed genuinely concerned for her sister, otherwise she wouldn't have bought that bag of goodies.

This was why she exclaimed, "Strange."

"Take this, and go inside to collect her."

Along with the ID, she handed over a slip of paper with a number written on it.

The Chernobog Municipal Center was a rather grand building within Chernobog itself.

It was said to have once been a church, later requisitioned by the government and transformed into the current Chernobog City Hall.

A purely classical architectural style, with eight vermilion pillars standing at the main entrance, completely in the Roman style.

Did Rome exist in this world too?

Who knew.

Without dwelling on these details of the setting, the girl walked inside. The grand interior hall was bustling with people, appearing to be very busy today.

Holding the numbered slip of paper, the girl made her way to the temporary personnel accommodation area in the corridor.

So, was this truly a coincidence?

The girl's blue-black eyes, now free from her Herrscher state, glinted slightly with gold.

It was a subtle display of emotion.

Chlorine Sodium considered herself a patient person, as she preferred a peaceful life.

She disliked intense joy and profound despair, aiming only for a slow, plant-like growth in her daily life.

If not for this damned fate, she might not have enjoyed being in a high position, nor would she have been content to be an ant on the roadside.

After all, humans were like that, like pigeons in a square; if one flew to the right, a whole flock would follow. Therefore, pretense and hypocrisy were extremely important.

The methodology of lies is to allow me to step on their heads and dominate everything.

Even if she doesn't like it.

It's truly foolish, but having to do it makes one seem foolish as well.

But the struggle is endless, unless... all problems are solved in one go.

Achieve the most peaceful future through the most violent means.

It's a simple truth: if you kill everyone, the world naturally becomes quiet.

So, should I go on a killing spree?

Chlorine Sodium was already beginning to doubt Yelena, that little kid.

If the initial enemy attack was because some blind ants chased after them and caused trouble on their own, then how could this be explained?

Could it really be such a coincidence? Appearing at the same location simultaneously, she came to annihilate the enemy in their encirclement, but where was Yelena?

Did she appear there simply because she was caught by guards?

Even if her identity wasn't Infected, but she was just grabbed by the guards to pad the numbers?

Then, could she have seen herself? Seen her true face and discovered something?

She couldn't be sure, but the only stumbling block currently halting Chlorine Sodium's progress was the protagonist's issue.

Right now, only Yelena had a non-glowing mark above her head, which was damn strange.

Until she saw a second fully glowing protagonist halo, she couldn't rule out this little Yelena.

If she hadn't noticed, it would have been fine. But once discovered, cleaning up would be difficult. If she forcibly erased her memory, all previous efforts would be in vain.

She hated doing repetitive and monotonous tasks.

Troublesome.

For some reason, Chlorine Sodium suddenly found making choices difficult.

She didn't care about the choices themselves; she only cared about the results and benefits.

Always choosing the option that yielded the greatest personal benefit.

But now, as her hand grasped the cold doorknob, she seemed, for a fleeting moment, to dislike making choices.

Having almost mastered her skills under Fu Hua's tutelage, she could have easily shattered the bolt and broken down the door with a simple exertion of force.

But this doorknob was unexpectedly... rather heavy.

Or perhaps, there were some issues she temporarily didn't want to face.

She wasn't entirely sure what they were.

After all, this was all just practicing her own methodology.

"Boring hesitation."

Pushing the door open, she saw many people inside waiting for their family members to come and claim them.

Hearing the door open again, everyone inside looked over.

Seeing a young woman enter, not their family member, they lost interest and continued to sit and wait.

Her gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on a small, silver figure.

"Sister..."

Yelena was sitting in the corner, looking as dejected and pitiful as a kitten abandoned by its owner.

"..."

Suddenly, the young woman sighed, placed the woolen hat she was holding on the girl's head, and then extended her hand.

"Let's go. Don't run off again... Let's go home first..."

ps: Bought the game but it's all in English and I can't understand it, damn it.

Section 40 Chapter 40 [Release! ~]

"Although I'd like to say I'm a psychiatrist, not a doctor for hair loss... Actually, the problem is easily solved: get less sleep, and with your current hair volume, you don't need to worry about hair loss yet."

Early morning, within the mobile city-state known as Lungmen.

Lungmen, as Yan Nation's largest trade and transportation hub, was also one of its most prosperous mobile city-states.

Therefore, it gathered people of many races, including merchants and residents.

Of course, there were also various individuals who came seeking business opportunities and chances, even demon mercenaries.

It welcomed everyone.

"Oh, Doctor, you think my hair is fine? But I feel like the texture is getting dry... Ah, isn't that little Yelena! Come here and let your big sister give you a hug!!"

"..."

Are you here for a consultation or to play with children...

The young woman, a psychiatrist from Ursus who called herself Chlorine Sodium, stared expressionlessly at the silver-haired Elafia woman enthusiastically embracing her younger sister.

Yelena, who was introverted to begin with, found the woman's excessive enthusiasm a bit overwhelming, leaving her feeling dizzy from the hug.

The woman in front of her hadn't told her her name. Of course, on this plane, many people used codenames or aliases due to their professions. It was the same way they wouldn't call her Chlorine Sodium, but instead used "Doctor" as her designation.

So, what exactly are you here for?

"So... Miss..."

"Shh, don't say that name."

The Elafian woman put a finger to her lips, smiling as she stopped the girl from saying her name.

"Just call me yj."

What a troublesome woman.

This woman named yj frequented this place often, citing so-called hair loss as her reason.

But why would you come to a psychiatrist for something like that? Go buy some anti-hair loss cream!

Moreover, this woman, in a way, always gave Chlorine Sodium a sense of danger.

Perhaps her current demeanor wasn't her true self...

But whatever.

This temporary clinic, located on the outskirts of Lungmen, rarely got any customers throughout the year. It was usually very quiet, so it didn't really matter if people came or not.