Prey / Restlessness

The cat tried to scoop up a handful of water from the fountain.

Pure, and seemingly reflecting golden light.

Oute and Amiya have already started setting up the tent.

As he tied the rope, he turned and replied, "In other fields, I might accept your praise, but this isolated incident doesn't concern how I influence the world."

"It is the true operating principle of this field."

"I will loosen the shackles of reality on this world, and actively conform to the identity of the 'mystical scholar,' allowing a character who conforms to the logic of this world to act in accordance with the logic of this world."

The current realm is neither "Darkest Dungeon" nor "Arknights". It is the "The Interstice" between two worlds, exhibiting the characteristics of "Darkest Dungeon" in appearance, but in terms of operational details, it must be disciplined by both worlds simultaneously.

Oute is now intentionally weakening the influence of reality, maximizing the "Darkest Dungeon's " control over the Interstice.

In the "Darkest Dungeon," interacting with the holy statues in the ruins using holy water will naturally purify them.

Kal'tsit was somewhat taken aback: What kind of riddle is this?

So Kal'tsit, you've finally met your match!?

Amiya and Oute finished setting up the tent together, then she excitedly twitched her ears. "Doc Otter! Is there more?"

Specter sat down beside the little rabbit with a smile, her ample bosom nestled on either side of Amiya's face, her sleeves casually crossed in front of Amiya. The Abyssal Hunters's wine-red eyes swirled, greedily fixed on Oute.

A heated whisper reached Amiya's ears, "The four of us are going to sleep together tonight!"

I want to be with Doc Otter...

Amiya's face turned bright red before she realized something was wrong.

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"I have some guesses."

The rising steam gave Kal'tsit's cheeks a slight blush.

Her slender arms rested on either side of the "bathtub," while the shimmering water occasionally kissed her slightly flushed, smooth underarms.

Amiya only poked her head out, her long ears drooping after getting wet. Bubbles kept rising on the surface of the "bathtub".

Snoring.

After Doc Otter returned... although she felt much more relaxed, she almost never showed the silly and adorable side of a little girl like she does now.

Could it be that Doc Otter at the Interstice influenced her?

"... This is bathwater, don't blow on it."

Kal'tsit lightly flicked her forehead.

"Ah!" Amiya quickly covered her head. "It'll make you stupid!"

To avoid Kal'tsit's head-slapping motion, the little rabbit leaned back slightly, and the "bathtub" deformed.

It turns out that this is a folding bathtub supported by waterproof fabric and a frame.

Water splashed onto a thin curtain, allowing the light from the campfire on the other side to shine through.

On the campfire, a soup pot was steaming slightly, and Oute was casually mixing camping soup with semi-finished ingredients.

Specter, resting its chin on its hand, crouched down beside Oute.

The Abyssal Hunters stared at Oute's cheek, then gestured towards the two playful "sisters," and suddenly asked, "How come you have all sorts of things in your pack?"

Although Oute didn't particularly like that title, Specter preferred to call him "Master".

Oute turned his head slightly, scooped some soup into the bowl, and blew on it.

"Give."

The Abyssal Hunters accepted the bowl with a perfectly normal expression.

She blew on it herself, then took a sip.

"It's alright, but it needs to cook a little longer."

I didn't flatter you.

"Understood." Oute wedged the ladle into the bowl and put the lid back on the soup pot.

In addition to the previous comments on the sculpture...

And, do I have a knack for cooking?

Even with all this haphazard cooking, they still managed to create a culinary disaster.

"This package was prepared for us by other operators in the real world." Oute patted the pot lid and shouted to Kal'tsit and Amiya, "Let's finish this quickly!"

"Doc Otter! We'll be right there!"

On the other side of the curtain, Amiya's shadow appeared somewhat flustered, while Kal'tsit's petite figure was already beginning to drip water.

Laurentina asked, "So why is there even a bathtub in this package?"

Oute took off his coat, and then his shirt as well.

"I handed it over to someone, someone who thought there should be a bathtub inside."

More accurately, a cat that, out of habit, believes Oute "everything is going according to plan."

"After deliberately manipulating the Interstice, such a trick is not surprising."

He also took off his trousers.

"It's hard to imagine why someone with such a figure would be so fragile."

At the same time, the headscarf slowly drifted down.

"The 'good' and 'bad' physical appearance is a relative concept within a species." Oute had no interest in explaining his own "weakness" further.

"Doooooooc otter! What are you doing?!" Amiya, wrapped in a bath towel, peeked out from between her fingers with her big, bright eyes.

Oute turned his head and saw that Laurentina had even taken off her underwear.

He seemed completely oblivious, calmly replying, "I need to shower too, Specter, I'll go first."

For "Specter," this almost negotiating tone is actually quite strange.

Laurentina then boldly showed off her fit physique to the little rabbit and Kal'tsit: "Even in the Interstice, the sewers are still the sewers."

This is referring to the team emerging from the sewers... or something like that.

Kal'tsit not only ignored the challenge but also glared at Oute: "Don't treat your life like a game! What if you get attacked while you're taking a private shower!"

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Oute was somewhat shocked by Kal'tsit's strange ideas.

But upon closer reflection, this is actually quite normal... In the cat's view, compared to Oute's mental health and safety, everything else is secondary.

Amiya, however, felt a pang of sadness; the joy she had felt during their earlier playful fight had vanished.

"Doctor! Miss Specter, she..." She looked at Oute, then at Kal'tsit, and said, "I want to take another bath!"

"Next time, I still have some questions to ask." Kal'tsit sighed and placed her hand on the little rabbit's head.

"... Um."

The rabbit ears, still dripping with water, drooped down.

On the other side of the curtain.

The firelight wasn't particularly strong, especially with a curtain in between.

The misty vapor made the face of the mysterious person before them appear even more dreamlike and ethereal.

The nun's memories were too fragmented and unsystematic; those long and meaningless fragments of time occupied only a tiny part of her mind. The majority of her memories were of the emotionless face of the "Doctor. Oute" before her.

He was extremely mysterious. Based on the snippets of conversation he overheard from time to time, he seemed to be a so-called Sarkaz with amnesia. But even though he was impeccably clean, Laurentina couldn't see any of the racial features that should be on him—horns, pointed ears, tentacles... none of them.

However, his Originium Arts, which were extremely terrifying even on Earth, left a deep imprint on this body.

Almost every nerve in her body was calling out to that familiar, uncontrollable state. Her body was calling for the guidance of another consciousness, and that cold consciousness was right before her eyes...

Yet, it was also so warm...

"Don't hug me so tightly."

Laurentina suddenly woke up.

She stammered, "This... I... you..."

A few waves overflowed as the Abyssal Hunters's back suddenly pressed against the bathtub.

Although it was too late, a lingering fear still made Laurentina instinctively hug herself.

This action did not stem from her dislike or wariness of Oute, but from fear.

The two pebbles rubbing against her arm, and the blood flowing hotter than bathwater, constantly reminded her that she had just gone from hunter to prey.

--And they were prey who walked right into the trap.

His recent provocation of Kal'tsit and seduction of Oute have become shameful memories highlighting his defeat.

This... this is so embarrassing!?

Snore!

Bubbles surged violently from underwater, and the Abyssal Hunters's silvery hair drifted half on the bottom and half on the surface, like a shark's dorsal fin emerging from the water.

This time, however, the shark was neither the meticulously prepared hunter nor the playful, cruel predator.

Oute tilted his head and placed his hand on the Abyssal Hunters's smooth shoulder.

Do you need me to scrub your back? But you have to scrub mine too.

"..." Laurentina wanted to refuse, but in the end she couldn't resist the temptation of the second half of the sentence and let out a whisper, "Mmm."

Chapter 201 Restlessness