His Arrangements / Hazy

The Earthspirit, looking utterly dejected, removed the Dream-Sleep Device and replied, seemingly unrelated to the question, "I don't understand how he can manage so much work at once."

Neither business nor squad combat command are the major drains of Oute's brainpower these days.

Core City.

W's squad had been causing a ruckus here for half a day, and with a loud bang, the Core City's course shifted almost imperceptibly.

However, on the massive trajectory of the moving landmass, even these slight deviations were enough for Lungmen to miss the core of Chernobog. The severe shortage of technical personnel also forced Black Snake to transfer a portion of its army group... and a group of Reunion Movement thugs, to participate in the recalibration work of the Core City.

But this ultimately involves the people of an entire plot of land.

Seeing the vast number of pursuers behind them, several Sarkaz mercenaries asked, "Boss, why did you bring us to this place?"

"Waiting for birds to poop?"

Chapter 167 His Arrangements

W Squad ventured deep into the Core City alone. Under Oute's command, they completed a series of tactical objectives in what they considered a "thrilling and exciting" experience, like walking a tightrope.

Ultimately, under the cover of the other Sarkaz, before Talulah could react, W made seven incursions into a city teeming with enemies, destroying a set of wheel hubs in the Core City. When W's squad reminisces about this event in the future, they will surely boast about their achievements; whether they mention Oute or not will purely depend on their character.

However, looking at the dark mass of masked thugs behind them, the Sarkaz were more focused on another issue than how to boast about their future: how to survive.

After reuniting, W felt somewhat embarrassed when questioned by the other Sarkaz: "Damn Oute! Are you going to sell me out again?"

"That stinky otter only sent us here! He didn't give us any further plans!" Although he was uneasy, W kept walking and didn't reveal his thoughts at all.

There aren't too many pursuers behind them yet, so they can stop lingering here...

It's important to know that in the few hours before the wheel hub was blown up, "Talulah" didn't even have time to know that this squad was the group of traitorous mercenaries.

The armed personnel Core City, almost instinctively and relying on their shattered command chain, spontaneously launched an interception against Team W—a situation that could be considered Talulah's own doing.

W suddenly stopped.

Several Sarkaz instinctively slowed down, but still managed to overtake W by a body length.

"Boss!? Let's go!"

"... Let's stop." The Sarkaz girl looked at the approaching dark clouds on the horizon with a complicated expression.

In the wilderness, a near-ground aircraft slowly descended, kicking up a large amount of dust.

Pilot Dylan then spoke into his walkie-talkie to Eyjafjalla and Provence on the ground, "Ladies! Get on board! I can smell it, I don't want to fly in a storm!"

"Mr. Dylan, we won't encounter a storm."

This wilderness, located between Chernobog and Lungmen, would be considered "warm south" by Northern standards. But it's like saying "everything south of a certain place is south, and everything north of a certain place is north."

Heading north from here, the terrain remains a dry and cold inland plateau. Beyond the barren winter plateau, the climate along the Lungmen cruise route becomes humid and hot, making it unbearable for ordinary Ursus people.

Although the convergence of cold and heat, dry and wet conditions should produce precipitation, the moisture in the Lungmen area has always been confined to a narrow range, possibly due to the influence of underground Originium veins and high-altitude air pressure.

Only under a few extreme conditions will the water vapor in the Lungmen area exceed geographical limits, causing heavy precipitation.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. It rains here occasionally! And once it starts, it never stops!" Dylan seemed to have done his homework beforehand.

But that's not what Eyjafjalla meant...

The rear cabin of the near-ground aircraft is completely sealed off, with only a few scattered windows providing light. Even with the addition of a few lights, it remains extremely dim most of the time.

The two girls pushed the motorcycle into the back cabin, leaving the dark clouds behind, only to be greeted by a sudden burst of light.

"Ugh! I've been watching the rain clouds for ages, and even their tails feel wet!"

After securing the motorcycle, Provence stretched, lay down, and said contentedly, "At times like this, even the hard, smelly seat of the Bad Boy is incredibly comfortable!"

Dylan's voice came from the cockpit. "What do you mean, even the Bad Boy!?"

It was indeed both smelly and hard.

These days, Bad Boy and other near-Earth vehicles have been used intensively, transporting supplies and personnel in large numbers, and there has been no time for cleaning and maintenance.

Eyjafjalla gave an awkward smile, "Um... Provence just meant..."

The pilot, however, reacted with alarm. "Wait! You're not that...?"

The child with hearing problems?

Oh no, it's best to break up this conversation!

Think of something!

Dylan!

Let's find a new topic!

Dylan swallowed the rest of his sentence and, making conversation, asked, "... The Doctor's direct subordinate?"

Provence retorted angrily, "Me too!"

"Provence, you're an old acquaintance! Miss Eyjafjalla, this is the first time I've ever given you a ride."

Dylan finally remembered something, and he casually said, "Speaking of which, I was originally going on a mission to ferry those demon... Sarkaz mercenaries back and forth."

"Originally?" Provence chimed in, playing the straight man.

"Yes, originally," Dylan continued, "But the Doctor gave me prior orders that if he received your signal, he should bring you back to the ship first."

Eyjafjalla asked worriedly, "But what about Miss W and the others?"

Hearing the voice on the walkie-talkie, Dylan was taken aback and said, "The Doctor must have his reasons for making this arrangement, right?"

"Speaking of which, Provence, what kind of mission did you and Miss Eyjafjalla undertake in this godforsaken place?"

Provence retorted irritably, "Catastrophe Messenger on the field, what else could it be?"

"Collecting Catastrophe data? Observing Catastrophe? Or predicting Catastrophe?" Dylan blurted out, "The work of Catastrophe Messenger is quite extensive!"

"Not to mention, you also have to write reports! I've read your reports, and I fell asleep after just a couple of glances! I really don't know how you managed to write them!"

"Hehe!" Provence boasted proudly, "It was written by Earthspirit! Her report is the best!"

She seemed carefree, but she was very tight-lipped, only responding to Dylan's last sentence.

Eyjafjalla pursed her lips, her eyes filled with excitement and anticipation, yet she still managed to keep it a secret very well.

She peered out the porthole, watching the rain clouds drifting in opposite directions, convinced that it was just a purely scientific experiment.

That scoundrel Oute never does one thing at a time.

The hot water vapor broke through the pressure barrier and rushed into the cold air of Ursus, where it combined with dust in the atmosphere. This excess water vapor created torrential raindrops, which were then condensed into ice by the "warm south" shortly after leaving the hot water vapor.

At this moment, the atmosphere is filled with highly active Originium dust.

Dark hailstones pelted down from the dark rain clouds.

Deep within the rain clouds, lightning swirled and flickered, constantly flashing. Soon, a small-scale Catastrophe would sweep across the enemy soldiers pursuing Squad W. After ravaging this wasteland for a while, this inherently weak Catastrophe would run out of steam and dissipate completely.

Of course, due to the influence of minor variables, this trajectory will still include Team W to some extent.

"Boss! Great opportunity! Let's not wait for that pretty boy's instructions! Let's get out of here!"

W withdrew his gaze from the dark clouds, shielded his eyes with his hand, and said casually, "This is his arrangement."

After the complex calculations came to an end, Oute breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 168 Hazy

"Boss? You've taken a liking to him too?" another Sarkaz mercenary said. "Otherwise, how could you say something so foolish?"

W rolled her eyes at her, annoyed, but then suddenly realized something was wrong. She snapped, "What the hell do you mean by 'also'?!"

"I like him," the Sarkaz mercenary said matter-of-factly. "He's rich, handsome, and smart; his children will definitely be capable too."

W felt a chill and involuntarily tightened her clothes. Now, her rather revealing attire seemed unable to contain her Sarkaz physique in the blink of an eye.

"It's Catastrophe!"

"Chernobog is cursed!"

The disorganized mob crumbled instantly in the face of the black hail, and many superstitious Ursus people were completely devastated by the two consecutive natural Catastrophe.

A few masked thugs, whose identities were questionable or who were blinded by rage, stubbornly continued their pursuit despite the hail.

"Don't be afraid! They're just black lumps of ice! It's not a natural Catastrophe at all!"

Such words echoed intermittently through the crowd.

But soon, with thunder rumbling within the rain clouds, the "Mars" slowly descended.

Feeling the earth tremble, W's expression changed, and she couldn't help but curse, "What kind of nonsense is this, saying 'the error is within the acceptable range and will only have a small impact on you'?!"

Oute replied matter-of-factly, "To ensure there is still enough energy in the aftershocks of the Catastrophe, I only guided a portion of the aftershock energy during this technical demonstration."

"The small-scale Catastrophe you are witnessing is essentially a weather change caused by the butterfly effect."

"The vast majority of its energy comes from nature itself, and therefore, from the moment it was formed, I lost the means to control it."

Hearing this, W hurriedly asked, "Stop talking nonsense, which way are we going?"

Oute truthfully told him, "If you continue in the original direction, you can avoid most Catastrophe."

While ordering the Sarkaz to follow, W inwardly questioned, "Then what did you make us come here to wait for? To die?"

"If the technical demonstration fails, then you will need to fight a ten-minute defensive battle here to gather these 'Reunion Movement' members together." With Specter's help, Oute stood up, his heart stirred by the long-awaited all-nighter.

He secretly decided that from now on, he would rather waste Originium Prime than cause any butterfly effect.

Keep in mind that behind every piece of Originium Prime lies the blood and bones of the Furei miners! And attempting to use a small amount of energy to achieve a large return, calculating and guiding a small amount of residual energy to trigger a perfectly timed Catastrophe, would consume a lot of Oute's blood sugar!

After taking a deep breath, Oute opened the bedroom door and, with Specter's help, slowly lay down on the bed.

Once the mind relaxes, drowsiness immediately sets in.

It's as if the coffee just now had absolutely no effect.

He closed his eyes and said, "Next, Dylan will drop a high-yield Originium explosive from the aircraft—and you will be responsible for detonating it properly."

W was very satisfied with the plan. She nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, and asked eagerly, "And then?"

Just as W was looking forward to continuing his rampage, Oute said, "Then you can leave."