Changes to the Plan Are Part of the Plan

"... Um."

It was the right choice, but not the only right choice. Yet when Oute presented this decision to Kal'tsit, she had almost no desire to overturn it.

After all... there's nothing wrong with that.

Outside Number Fourteen Facility, a pre-selected battlefield and command center.

"Eyjafjalla?" W looked down at her (165cm vs. 145cm) and sniffed.

It had almost no flavor.

With a strange sense of satisfaction, she crossed her arms and asked, "What did that stinky otter send you here for?"

No, you're Sarkaz, not Perro!

"Huh?" The little lamb blinked. "Stinky... otter?"

"It's Oute... Doctor. Oute!"

Chapter 188 The change in the plan is also part of the plan.

"Leader, look!"

The driver pointed ahead with a look of fear on his face.

Talulah was about to scold him for making a fuss, but the oppressive atmosphere in the air made her feel uneasy.

Because her view was limited, she stuck her head out of the window.

It was still midday, but all around was pitch black. Thick, glistening clouds hung on the horizon, with flashes of blue-white lightning appearing intermittently. In the short few tens of minutes she had been resting with her eyes closed, the weather had changed so drastically!

The sudden increase in humidity made every breath feel like it was stuck in her throat. For a moment, Talulah couldn't figure out whether it was the terrible weather that made her feel so humid, or if she was really that resentful.

"It's Catastrophe!"

"It was Catastrophe ..." she repeated the driver's statement.

Starting with a Catastrophe, Chernobog's fall and her conspiracy began to unfold. Now, is another Catastrophe looming before her?

No, it's not another one.

It is unlikely that two Catastrophe will occur in such a short period of time.

Reason offered an even more absurd answer to "Talulah": it was the same Catastrophe.

Cause and effect, karma, are an inescapable cycle.

After sweeping through Chernobog, it didn't exhaust its energy; instead, it transformed itself and re-landed... Ursus?

Is this fate?

No, such extreme climate change is simply beyond anyone's ability to incorporate into their plans.

It's just bad luck for a while.

Talulah shook her head and commanded, "Take another route."

"..." The driver was speechless. He hesitated for a long time, unsure how to speak to the leader.

"What's wrong?"

"If we change lanes here... we'll probably end up going through Lungmen."

Talulah made a quick decision. "Even Lungmen is much safer now than the areas affected by the Catastrophe!"

The new snake, which should have escaped the Chernobog incident, is once again mired in trouble.

The perimeter of Number Fourteen Facility.

Eyjafjalla and Provence are dismantling and recycling the equipment.

A set of Originium energy lenses, used to interfere with atmospheric motion, are being carefully sealed away by the Catastrophe Messenger according to specifications.

Of course, unlike the first experiment, the two now carried a large amount of Originium Prime. However, most of it had been consumed in the process of stirring up the Catastrophe, and it had lost its alluring color.

"So that's what those smelly otters use..."

These things were used to influence Catastrophe.

W tactfully omitted the second half of the sentence; although she was only partially knowledgeable, it didn't mean she was completely unaware of what constituted a "secret."

On the contrary, she was quite adept at keeping her companions' secrets.

Who are his companions?

The Sarkaz girl was half annoyed, finding it hard to believe the thought that had just popped into her head.

"... That's roughly the principle."

It seems that W missed Eyjafjalla's mini-lesson while struggling with herself.

But the Sarkaz girl didn't feel any regret at all.

She paused for a few seconds, composed herself, and feigned interest. "Oh? So, is this useful on the battlefield?"

This is on the battlefield, and logically speaking, the outcome is inevitable.

As Provence removed the "Dream-Sleep Device," he bluntly stated, "It's not even useful in a laboratory, let alone on the battlefield."

"If the Doctor hadn't personally performed the operation, I wouldn't have believed this thing could be reproduced."

Reproduction is an extremely important part of scientific research.

Because some experiments are extremely precise, it is common for them to be difficult to reproduce in ordinary laboratories or by ordinary research workers. Not to mention the existence of individuals with questionable research qualities, such as "university students" and "research students." Whether it is a serious or unserious experiment, there are countless instances of fabricating research data to obtain specific results.

Eyjafjalla nodded in agreement. "Doc Otter used a large number of empirical formulas, and many of the data values even exceeded the instrument's accuracy."

"..." W was silent for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject, "So what are his plans next?"

You can't understand anything at all, right?

"Huh?" Eyjafjalla asked, bewildered. "But he's still with you..."

The tablet W had just been using suddenly spoke up, "The mercenary group and rescue team have entered Chernobog."

"W, have your soldiers and your squad begin clearing the road and escorting the prisoners."

"Also, for you personally, there's a bottle of melatonin in the box on your left. Take it, then find a place to lie down."

Melatonin?

I remember him mentioning it to me before... I think it was a type of sleeping pill?

We're heading to the Interstice now!?

"A smelly otter!? Now!?"

"This is part of the plan."

"You have so many plans!"

The tablet did not respond.

Sure enough, I wasn't wrong.

W gently stroked her chest.

He is extremely tired now, so tired that he wants to minimize any unnecessary mental strain.

Did it consume a lot of energy, just like when you manipulated Catastrophe last time?

Then why establish a mental link network for the Deepwinter Soldiers?

W couldn't find a reasonable answer for the time being.

It couldn't possibly be for my sake, could it?

Somewhere in the Lungmen Channel.

"Why is it so damp in the middle of winter?!" one operator complained. "It's not summer, it's soaked like we've been in a bath!"

"The Catastrophe has just passed, so it's normal for the weather to be a bit strange."

"What are you doing, leaving it here or there?"

"A heat source signal has been detected, most likely a car."

"Target located!"

A flash of light, and a drone crashed.

Talulah took a deep breath of the dry air and felt refreshed.

The dark Talulah, oppressive Catastrophe cloud still loomed on the horizon, still heading towards Chernobog. Since the Catastrophe cloud reappeared, another Talulah's "conscience" had been gnawing at her heart. Her pointless self-pity and guilt weakened her resistance and made her even more Talulah.

Fortunately, Talulah has moved far away from that Catastrophe Boomerang.

The subtle mood and the relatively "not-so-humid" air further delighted Talulah. Even these fly-like drones were quite pleasant to kill.

At this critical juncture, encountering a reconnaissance drone in the Lungmen Channel is not unusual.

The dragon girl picked up the fragments of the drone.

At the very center of the triangular coat of arms, that imposing, unyielding fortress is so disheartening.

Rhodes Island.

Flames erupted, burning the remaining wreckage of the drone to ashes.

"You're everywhere!" the Dragon Girl said angrily. "Ever since I met you, everything has gone wrong!"

Ironically... this really doesn't count as taking one's anger out on someone else.