Something That Only Happens in Hamlet / At This Point, Let's Eat First

In a daze, the crystallized eye of Originium seemed to grow onto his face.

The staff landed on the ground, vibrating once.

A few decorative fragments lay scattered on the ground, adorning the rounded head of the staff... resembling an Iron Crown.

Fanaticism!

"Han Tan?"

"Sami!"

Oute placed his hand on her waist, and the Abyssal Hunters's excellent tradition of numerical monsters made it difficult for Han Tan to kneel down for the time being.

He commanded, "No matter what, don't cause any trouble here."

"... yes."

Honestly, Specter's female personality is troublesome enough!

Besides, how do Sami and I even resemble each other?

Oute was in a real bind.

Hey, who gave you permission to stick crow feathers in your hair?

Chapter 173 Things That Only Happen in Hamlet

Hamlet.

Kal'tsit, looking utterly exhausted, devised Patriot's next surgical plan.

Previously, Patriot underwent surgery at FrostNova's insistence, almost at Rhodes Island's request. However, this does not mean his condition is under effective control like FrostNova's.

For a Wendigo with highly crystallized internal organs, simply brutally cutting away the crystals and regenerating flesh and blood can only reduce the degree of his infection to a certain extent.

Furthermore, this "certain level" is already a lethal dose for other races...

With just a little restraint, one can use Fate Reconstruction regenerate flesh and blood that are nearly identical, but organs that carry a large number of functions still require a carefully designed surgical procedure to ensure that a "critical hit healer zero" is not created.

Considering that this surgery will take up a significant amount of Oute's working time in reality, using Originium Crystal internal organs to replace the original internal organs should be a good choice.

"You look a little strange, what's wrong?" Despite his concern for Oute, the green-toned lynx's voice was full of forced weariness.

Although Kal'tsit is a leader who takes an excessive amount of daily energy-boosting ingredients and pushes her body to the limit, she still has to continue working in her dreams...

If someone can soothe the cat a little, it might cheer up.

Oute briefly described the situation in a real office.

"Han Tan sees you as part of the Will of Sami?" the cat asked wearily. "Given Han Tan's cultural background and her ability to see certain things through the Originium Eye, it's not surprising that she made this judgment."

Kal'tsit also pointed this out. "Besides, your disguise feathers come from crows."

The cultural archetype of the Will of Sami is largely derived from Odin. One of Odin's iconic images is that of a one-eyed old man with two ravens on his shoulders.

Under intense torment, it was only natural for Han Tan to mix several images and regard the "arrogant creator" as the most familiar deity.

"However, the Sami mythology is not a mature religious system, and Han Tan herself is not a particularly fanatical believer; this should only be temporary."

Oute glanced at what Han Tan's tormented state was called.

Fanaticism.

It's hard to say whether it will be temporary or not, but it's definitely not a time to calm down right now.

"On the bright side, at least she wouldn't refuse to work alongside Bohdrokasthim..."

"Colleague?"

"I prefer the experiment..." Oute stopped abruptly, saying stiffly, "If nothing unexpected happens, a fully armed group of so-called Reunion Movement members will definitely raid the construction site."

He meant to say animals.

Kal'tsit knew perfectly well what was going on; she sighed: Oute's insincerity was so obvious.

Couldn't you at least tell me one lie...? No, never mind.

"Those Ursus clearly have a more specific referent."

Oute said, "This is just speculation at the moment; there is no direct evidence yet."

This is obviously an excuse.

Rhodes Island isn't an official organization, so why would it need direct evidence? At most, it only needs clues enough to sway the operators' personal opinions...

The Ursus Army Group has already revealed enough weaknesses in Chernobog.

"After the sabotage of the Core City hub, they have already made some assessment of our combat capabilities." Kal'tsit closed her eyes, feigning sleep for a moment. "Regardless of their political reaction, militarily, they will definitely seize all usable Ursus weapons in Chernobog and participate in the attack on the construction site."

If the Third Army Group and Fourth Army Group Armies could truly "disregard politics," then they would have had no chance of preserving their organizational structure during the Great Rebellion...

Moreover, even from a purely military perspective, the first wave of the offensive should have been reconnaissance in nature.

Of course, there's no need to tell the cat these things.

After all, Oute did hear her thoughts.

He slowly embraced Kal'tsit's petite body from behind, his arms encircling her smooth shoulders and hanging naturally.

The lynx's body trembled slightly, and its cat ears stiffened after the trembling, transforming from two soft, furry gifts into cat ear hair clips.

She feigned composure and asked, "... What is it?"

He can't even speak clearly anymore.

Oute didn't say anything, but simply buried his nose in her shoulder and took a deep breath.

Desire and resistance intertwined repeatedly, just as they had each time before.

She... is stealing the Creator's favor.

The lynx's lips were slightly parted, and its lips and unfocused pupils reflected a captivating color.

She involuntarily released the pen and paper, greedily covering Oute's palm with her own, her touch subtle yet palpable.

A slight pulling force drew one of Oute's hands toward that soft mass.

Thump, thump-thump.

The gentle throbbing of his heartstrings resonated in the lake of Oute's heart, flowing from his palm.

"Hmph..." The cat exhaled its pent-up frustration, then struggled to say, "I still have work to do."

But she held Oute's hand tightly.

She became even more furious when she realized that Oute was actually trying to get up.

A string snapped completely.

She turned around, one hand searching for Oute's face, her slender fingers seemingly possessing their own will, extending all the way to the back of Oute's head.

The hand behind her back swept away the messy drawings on the table, clearing away a perfect space.

Oute was somewhat surprised: Didn't you say there was still work to be done?

The cat was much smaller Oute, making the scene look somewhat comical.

The petite "girl" was disheveled and lay sprawled on the table, while Oute supported himself with his arms.

At first glance, it seemed that Oute was in control, but soon, the slender man, still wearing half a small leather shoe, forcibly pulled Oute down.

Etc!

I haven't...

Inside Oute's office on this ship.

"Doc Otter has received a signal from Ms. W; their journey home is going smoothly..."

The little rabbit walked into the office carrying a document.

But all she noticed was the Specter with its unfocused gaze. And a blush crept onto the Abyssal Hunters's pale, eerie face.

The little rabbit asked tentatively, "Doc Otter?"

"Uh-huh."

Specter gave a soft hum, seemingly a little absent-minded. She then cleared her throat and said, "Doc Otter is still here, but he... is a bit busy."

"Are we still at the Interstice...?" Amiya's ears twitched, then perked up again. "If you rest any longer, you'll miss lunchtime."

"..." Specter's reaction was a beat slow again. "It'll be ready soon."

She quickly changed her tune, saying, "When time is synchronized, it's better to go a little slower."

The little rabbit was full of questions. "Huh?"

"Good boy/girl."

The nun patted Amiya's head approvingly.

Amiya initially wanted to dodge, but the aura of Oute emanating from Specter forced her to endure it.

Chapter 174 Things have come to this, let's eat first.

At noon, the ship's mess hall was already bustling with activity.

The aroma of grains, pasta, and broth stirred the strongest, most primal desires, and long and short queues formed at every window of the canteen.

However, since Number Fourteen Facility is undergoing a "180-day intensive construction," the vast majority of the Deepwinter Soldiers are on site dismantling and disassembling the land. Some operators have also participated in logistical support activities at the construction site, so the number of personnel has actually decreased significantly.

This still caused W's Sarkaz mercenaries to shout, "So many people!"

Amidst the bustling crowd, another Sarkaz in Rhodes Island uniform emerged, patted one of the mercenaries on the shoulder, and asked, "New here?"

The mercenary replied straightforwardly, "Yes, so what!"

"Mercenaries?"

The mercenary grew impatient with the probing questions.