I'm No MOTH Hero

"This... I remember our Medical Department being pretty big," Delta said to the man, seeming somewhat embarrassed.

It seemed this guy did not refuse treatment because he did not want it. There were simply too many people, so he planned to go back and handle his wounds himself first.

"Ahem, how about this? Come with me to the Equipment Department first. I have a first-aid kit there."

And so, Delta helped the limping man to the Equipment Department, gave his wounds some basic treatment, then had someone urgently requisition blood packs from the Medical Department for a transfusion.

"What's your name?" Delta asked, sitting across from the strange man in the helmet.

"Lin."

"From Shenzhou?"

"..."

"If you don't want to say, forget it. Hmm... you actually know how to use this helmet?"

For some reason, the topic shifted to the helmet. The man nodded lightly.

Delta chuckled. "Heh, I never thought anyone would still be willing to use this model of terminal. Most people prefer more convenient terminals now. Look, like these Contact Lens ones."

Delta removed the thin-as-cicada-wing Contact Lens from his eye. Complex systems had been compressed into such a tiny device through extraordinary technology. Humanity's progress in wisdom truly had to be admired.

"Still, making things too convenient also means stripping away some of their original functions. Whether that's a good thing or bad thing... forget it. I have no right to judge. All I do is make these things, then leave the choice to you."

"...You made these?"

"Yep. Both the helmet terminal you use and this Contact Lens terminal are my work. The latter is the result of my technological progress, but I never completely phased out the helmet. I just put it in storage. Honestly, seeing someone still using one makes me really