The Researcher's Chernobog Operation / Shut Up, Potato!

"Considering the need to maintain Rhodes Island's internal rules and regulations, you should go find Doc Otter."

Kal'tsit refused Eyjafjalla's request outright.

Another consequence of Oute's series of actions was a significant reduction in the medical workload of the Rhodes Island main ship. Furthermore, with the refugees being housed at Number Fourteen Facility and the Lungmen office, Kal'tsit's workload also experienced an epic decrease.

Even when Eyjafjalla, quite utterly lacking in common sense, tried to find the cat in the office... she really was.

"But at this time, shouldn't the senior be asleep already?"

The cat's eyes sharpened. "Doc Otter's schedule needs to be adjusted based on the veterinarian's orders."

Moreover, it can't be just any doctor; it has to be a specific one... or to put it bluntly, it has to be Kal'tsit's own medical order.

"So... I should go find my senior now?"

Kal'tsit replied, "No, he is indeed asleep now."

The cat's act of asserting its dominance left Eyjafjalla somewhat bewildered.

"Hahaha... Shall I come again tomorrow?"

If she insists, then let her go.

"..." Kal'tsit's eyes suddenly widened.

Oute! You bastard!

She remained silent for a while, then said to Eyjafjalla, "Let me see that application again."

The little lamb obediently did as instructed.

This is a fieldwork request. Specifically, Eyjafjalla wants to organize a team to track and investigate the "Boomerang." The target location for the investigation is Chernobog, a city destined to be hit head-on by another natural Catastrophe.

Kal'tsit took a ring out of the drawer.

Unlike the last one, this heraldic ring has a cap at the top that can be rotated open. Only after opening it will the emblem be revealed.

At the end of the application form, both parties are required to sign and affix their seals.

"I have read your paper."

Despite Oute's verbal instruction, Kal'tsit made one last attempt.

"To verify your point of view, you don't necessarily need to be in Chernobog," the cat advised. "I was the surgeon who performed your Originium crystal cluster removal surgery, and I can say that the location of your lesion is quite dangerous. For others, Originium Infection might only become fatal in the late stages, but once your lesion is misaligned, it becomes life-threatening as early as the middle stage."

"Thanks to Oute's technology, your post-operative recovery is going well."

In Terra, "art" and "skill" are almost synonymous with "spell" in everyday life. Kal'tsit, however, uses very ambiguous terms.

"But the place where Originium first concentrated its attack might also be the weak point for the second and third attacks."

"Chernobog already has a large amount of Active Originium, and with the added impact of the Catastrophe, even with full protection, the Originium infection is accelerating rapidly, and the risk of the lesions threatening the brain remains very high."

You have a long life ahead of you; there's no need to make such a dangerous attempt.

Facing Kal'tsit, Eyjafjalla mustered her courage. "Everyone is still rescuing refugees in Chernobog!"

If they can, so can I.

"The rescue team is well-trained and understands the boundaries between action and danger. Regulations also constrain their actions."

They'll flee as soon as the Catastrophe strikes, what about you?

The lamb lowered its head guiltily.

But at that moment, she clearly sensed that the atmosphere had changed.

Eyjafjalla blinked, noticing that Kal'tsit's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, but her frosty demeanor only became sharper.

"... Senior? Weren't you asleep?"

Oute's classic, unconventional statement. "Physical dormancy is not the same as spiritual slumber. The boundaries of words cannot constrain the essence of facts."

It's not hard to see who raised Kal'tsit; it's recommended that the culprit be dealt with before Kal'tsit's public trial.

In reality, it was Oute, while asleep, once again remotely possessed Kal'tsit at the Interstice.

"Hahaha..."

"Eyjafjalla, I am not Kal'tsit. I will not hinder any attempt to move forward except in specific circumstances."

Kal'tsit's delicate hand formed a bridge, concealing her aloof and intellectual face, slightly different from the cat's true appearance.

"I'll only ask you one question: Would you commit suicide?"

"Huh!?" Eyjafjalla was a little confused. "Of course not! I'll take good care of myself!"

"No, I'm asking you: if Catastrophe were to strike, would you risk your life to rescue those... who are still stranded in Chernobog?"

The lamb was taken aback. "Would anyone stay until then?"

Oute glanced at Eyjafjalla.

Here's one that's already available.

"Senior! Don't look at me like I'm an idiot! I... I have my reasons!" The little lamb's face turned bright red.

Oute remained noncommittal.

That look from my senior was really too much...

But do such people really exist?

Catastrophe has already struck Chernobog once; how could anyone not be aware of the danger?

If I really encountered someone like that... should I step in to help?

No, no, no... I have no ability to save people during Catastrophe...

Wrong!

This is an interview!

Only if I give him the answer he wants will he approve my application!

So... does the senior want me to answer... no?

That's so cunning! If they didn't lie, wouldn't it be impossible to pass the application?

But I don't want to lie to my seniors...

With a hint of disappointment, Eyjafjalla said regretfully, "I'm afraid... I will save him."

"Um."

Oute stamped his personal seal on the application form, replacing his signature. Then he took out the company seal and stamped it again.

"Sign here, and fill in tomorrow, January 5th, as the date."

Huh!?

Seeing Eyjafjalla's incredulous expression, Oute said, "This is just an exception; you're still working in my office."

"Furthermore, you have only received the most basic emergency rescue training. Although you may have some talent, you are not yet capable of performing emergency treatment independently."

On Kal'tsit's fingertips, the Originium crystal shell slowly grew upwards, and eventually, several fan-shaped "leaves" sprouted from the crystalline branches.

Unlike ordinary crystal shells, these leaves are a brilliant golden yellow.

"Senior?"

"I can't keep an eye on you all the time, so I need some props to remind myself."

Seeing Eyjafjalla's puzzled expression, Oute explained, "I left something similar for Ethan before, but he didn't really need it due to his condition."

"After practicing for a while, I was able to do small-scale body sculpting."

"However, its form does not affect its function."

Oute cautioned, "Those who were unwilling to evacuate Chernobog at that point in time were likely to have very extreme personalities."

"When you encounter someone who needs rescue but you are unable to help them, crush a ginkgo leaf."

"Don't reject me then."

Chapter 242 Shut up, potato!

"Is it all done?"

The upper body of the Sarkaz girl dangled from the side window of the carriage.

Oute glanced at her sideways and said, "Don't you feel dizzy like this?"

"What a joke! I'm not a cephalopod like you!"

This girl's cheese-related skills are gradually evolving into a general knowledge level!

Oute even felt a little admiration for W's rapid advancement in knowledge, which he achieved through his ability to insult others.

Oute opened the window wider, and W was stunned for a moment, then grinned and climbed into the carriage through the window.

The carriage was fairly spacious; although it was impossible to fit half a house inside, it could still comfortably accommodate four people.

If you squeeze in, seven or eight would be no problem.

"The interior of this wagon is truly beautiful. Were you this extravagant when you were demon lords?" the Sarkaz girl said, trying to make conversation.

She reached out and tugged at the elegant interior of the carriage, saying, "The noble lords of the royal court live a life of debauchery every day, while we ordinary Sarkaz sell our blood to make a living—and even that doesn't fetch a good price!"

Outside the vehicle, the mercenaries began whispering again.

"Wow, the head is so proactive!"

Why does this car vibrate?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The boss is easily embarrassed—he should at least close the window, right?"

"This meat smells pretty good."

"Let me have a taste!"

"[Leithanien profanity] Go get it yourself!"