Chlorine Sodium's Arknights

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Section 6 Chapter 6 [Not bad, not bad at all]

Late at night, the girl named Yelena was already asleep, while Chlorine Sodium didn't need to sleep. Instead, she was looking through her new identity.

As a seasoned actress, knowing a little bit of everything was a necessary skill. Just like now, her new identity was a psychiatrist from Rhine Lab, and this identification was issued by the World Will, so it was naturally genuine.

Or rather, under the distortion of some power, it was "real." This was the same even though it was her first time here.

Her new employment contract was from an institution called [Giant Mountain Psychiatric Hospital]. However, this identity information was obtained with points, so there was naturally time allocated to travel there, and no need to rush for now.

The focus now was this girl.

Her blue-black eyes stared at the sleeping girl on the bed without any emotional fluctuation.

Should I say she's gullible, or is it destiny?

[Brought here by the miracle of elves.]

This statement was true to a certain extent, as she had orchestrated it herself.

It was both a lie and the truth.

Although it wasn't yet decided if Yelena was the protagonist, this mark wouldn't lie. Even if she wasn't the protagonist, someone with the protagonist's mark wouldn't be a mere passerby. It was always good to be cautious.

Step by step, with foresight, and even with explosive acting skills, she had to perform too many times to disguise herself that it had almost become instinct.

Harmless to humans and animals during the day, terrifying at night.

Although this was a long process, my greatest characteristic, Chlorine Sodium, is extreme patience.

As long as the direction is correct, victory is only a matter of time!

Of course, it was also due to her personality. She hated meaningless struggles; conflict went against the life she pursued.

She was clearly a god, yet excessively cautious.

After glancing at the sleeping girl on the bed, at least after being removed from danger and a harsh environment, her inherent good qualities began to show.

I have to say...

This vulgar size, though not yet large, had already begun to take shape. Coupled with the silver main color and Originium Arts that couldn't be controlled, colder than the winter itself, it was truly like the embodiment of this white land.

Tsk, thinking about this made her inexplicably displeased.

But then...

"Hmph."

Although the potential protagonist looked good, for her, Chlorine Sodium, it was still "so-so." Too gullible, trusting others too much, not even distinguishing between truth and falsehood.

But this also benefited her. After all, those who are easily deceived will believe her fabricated lies implicitly, and she could stay by the protagonist's side without any pressure, breaking up any potential protagonist group later, or lurking within it. No one would guard against her from behind, right?

Who would suspect a frail psychiatrist taking care of this girl? Right?

Backstabbing is a good thing.

The subsequent tasks were to create bonds, secretly cause trouble, and complete her conspiracy. Finally, she could use the emotional connection to maximize the hatred!

The more familiar they become, the more ruthless the stab.

Wouldn't this move be a huge profit?!

I, Chlorine Sodium, never engage in business without returns.

I have to say, her harmless appearance is really good.

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away, at an unnamed mine.

The once lifeless place was once again visited by a group of uninvited guests.

The pillar of light that reached the heavens and the earth several days ago had alerted the nearby garrisons. However, when they sent people to investigate, all they saw was a large pit.

Everything marked on the map had disappeared, leaving only this deep pit, as if a natural disaster had passed through, and the surrounding forest uprooted or toppled outwards by the shockwave.

Now, dozens of Infected disciplinary team members were clearing the ruins, investigating the incident, and searching for any usable information.

Supervising all of this from above the deep pit were several individuals completely clad in black uniforms, their heads covered with black metal masks. Several tubes connected the sides of the mask to their backs, and viewfinders shaped like insect compound eyes emitted red light spots.

At first glance, they resembled radiation engineers, but they were the most terrifying existence within the Ursus armed forces.

Emperor's Royal Guard.

They were the blades of the Ursus Emperor, the executors of his will, the embodiment of Ursus's terrifying war machine. They were the winter of Ursus.

A single individual could deal devastating blows to several squads, and when appearing in pairs, they could even annihilate organized legions. They were terrifyingly powerful.

Furthermore, very little information was known about this unit. They were elusive, appearing and disappearing like ghosts. Where they appeared, only terrifying legends were left behind, and there had never been a record of the Emperor's Royal Guard being defeated.

From their attire to their strength, they were mysterious and deadly, possessing a technological feel yet a terrifying appearance. It could be said that they exuded an aura of invincibility.

Once the Emperor's Royal Guard were deployed, while they might not necessarily solve the problem, they would absolutely eliminate the people and things causing the problem.

One of their members, one of those mysterious fellows, was appearing here, exuding a chilling and slippery aura, silently overseeing the labor of these lowlifes.

The greatest fear wasn't in words, but in silence, a fear born of silence.

Although the entire mine ruin was populated, it was eerily quiet. All the Infected inspection teams had curbed their usual arrogance and were quietly working diligently.

However, the Emperor's Royal Guard weren't foremen; such matters didn't require mobilizing their combat strength. Their presence here was primarily due to a transaction.

And the other party to the transaction was also here.

"See anything, my dear friend?"

The aura was even more sinister and venomous than that of the Emperor's Royal Guard, like a cold, venomous snake.

A Fedia noble, dressed in white, stood nearby, hands elegantly clasped, looking at the Emperor's Royal Guard beside him with a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"..."

On the metal helmet, only faint red lights flickered with each breath. The Royal Guard seemed to be intently sensing something.

"Has even the Emperor's personal guard been rendered speechless by shock?"

The noble's faint smile seemed to grow more pronounced.

"No, I merely sense something unfamiliar."

The voice, filtered by some device within the metal helmet, was impossible to identify by gender or identity, a well-executed display of mystery.

The Royal Guard spoke slowly.

"I suggest you retract your words, Duke. That is an insult to the Royal Guard. Such power is insufficient to shake us, let alone Ursus."

"Is that so? That's good, that's good. As the lord of this place, I was quite worried upon learning of this incident."

The slippery tone, and the lie that wasn't even disguised.

But the Royal Guard didn't mind. Since they were going to cooperate, they naturally understood the noble's behavioral patterns.

"However, regarding our cooperation, I have a new proposal."

Changing the subject, the noble presented a new offer.

"Please, proceed."

"For the previous transaction, it seems there's a new option now. How about trying to investigate the instigator of this accident? I believe you, like me, would be curious about 'who exactly did this'. With such power, they should be utilized by us, shouldn't they?"

"After all... 'This cannot shake you', you said that. I...

—completely trust you."

The Duke said with a smile.

"It matters not. It's merely destructive power. If, as you say, it is indeed a useful tool, then it is merely a tool. It's far from the level of contributing to the great Ursus Empire."

The Royal Guard said dismissively.

Section 7 Chapter 7 [The Methodology of Lies]

The surrounding beast population was truly sparse. Ever since they had killed a wolf last time, the wolf pack seemed to have fled. To find something to eat, they would have to fly a considerable distance.

As for the surrounding villages and towns, although they could fly there, she had no currency to exchange. She was unfamiliar with the area, and Kiana's Herrscher form was too conspicuous, too foreign. To maintain her disguise, it was best to avoid contact with strangers until everything was in place.

Abandoning her previous methods, Chlorine Sodium completely reverted to tradition this time. Despite her identity as a psychiatrist, she carried an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun on her back, dragging a wolf killed by bullets behind her.

After all, overly gruesome and bizarre wounds would remain on the animal, which wasn't good. The exercise had to be complete, naturally including the method of killing the prey. It wouldn't be fun if any clue exposed her.

As for her identity... well.

As an experienced psychiatrist, it's not unusual to use a shotgun, right?

The swirling snow would cover all tracks on the ground. This area was basically difficult to track, let alone in such cold weather. Besides the beasts, not a single human shadow could be seen.

However, when she pulled the door handle and flew in, she found that the inside was like a freezer.

"Wow."

She paused for a moment, and the girl let out such an exclamation. It was still relatively warm when she left. After a few days of basic contact, Yelena, who had settled down, could control her Originium Arts to a certain extent. Of course, because Originium Arts were very subjective, it was only possible in a comfortable environment.

Although she still couldn't fully control it, it wasn't to the point where an uncontrollable cold current would turn the entire house into a freezer.

But now, the moment she opened the door, the cold current that flowed out was several times colder than the extreme cold outside.

The entire house had become an ice cellar.

And on the bed inside, Yelena was curled up, frowning uneasily. She was still asleep, but her appearance suggested she was having a nightmare.

The cold current released as a self-protection mechanism due to the nightmare had affected the entire house.

People could escape darkness, but the nightmares in their hearts were difficult to completely erase.

This required long-term companionship and guidance, but unfortunately, the conditions here were not suitable.

Yelena no longer had any family, so there was no one for companionship or guidance.

As for her, Chlorine Sodium?

Don't be ridiculous. I'm a bad person. A bad person giving psychological counseling to a good person? How is that possible?

Without further hesitation, this room was clearly uninhabitable. The icicles hanging from the ceiling were enough to smash someone's head.

Unconcerned by the frigid domain created by Originium Arts, the cold temperature couldn't harm Chlorine Sodium in the slightest. The girl, slinging her hunting rifle over her shoulder, picked up Yelena, who was curled up and clearly lacking any sense of security, and moved to another room.

Though this village was dilapidated, at least there were enough empty houses to go around.

In her arms, the girl trembled from nightmares, muttering something continuously.

"So cold... I'm so cold..."

"Grandma... don't... don't leave me..."

If there was a god in this world, then why was this world still so full of malice?

Weak, insignificant. A person's anger was usually directed at their environment, and also at themselves.

Hating the targeted malice of the environment, and also hating their own weakness and incompetence. All regret stemmed from a lack of personal ability.

If she were strong enough, why would she have watched all of this happen?!

If Originium Arts had arrived sooner, why would she have watched the entire mine be destroyed without doing anything?

Anger, unwillingness.

But she remembered the faces of those overseers, her hatred so intense she wanted to pounce and bite their necks off! To drink their blood!

However, what she couldn't do, "God" did.

If that was truly God.

A pillar of light, connecting heaven and earth, descended upon the mine. When she looked up like everyone around her, a destructive shockwave carrying retina-burning flames engulfed everything.