Attendant Brain / A Cat's Train of Thought

"Hmm..."

Crystalline face hesitated for a moment, then began to breathe again.

Vulpo nudged Feline and asked, "What does he believe in again?"

Meanwhile, Number Fourteen Facility.

"Hey! I'm reporting to you! Don't get distracted!" W said, displeased.

Oute refocused his attention and said, "... Okay."

Chapter 252 Servant Brain

Upon receiving the PRTS alert, Kal'tsit felt a sudden darkness engulf her. Only the few lines of text on the terminal remained lit; everything else was shrouded in a blurry darkness.

The noise from Rhodes Island's operation kept echoing in her ears... Finally, Kal'tsit, regaining her senses, swiftly issued orders to the Medical Department:

"Prepare the medicine!"

Folinic chased after Kal'tsit, asking, "What kind of medicine is it!?"

The massive gate slowly opened, and before the shadows could rise from below, Kal'tsit ducked and rushed outside the Rhodes Island main ship, carrying a small first-aid kit with her.

Under the Twin Moons' light, Kal'tsit's hair appeared even more tinged with a thin layer of green.

W!!! What the hell are you doing!!!!

Kal'tsit was extremely anxious.

But this answer... is not particularly polite, regardless of the language in which it is written.

A jet-black, dragon-shaped crystal life form, carrying a vibrant green cat on its back, flew towards...

Sarkaz camp.

Seizing the opportunity to use "Fate Reconstruction" on Oute, W once again pinned Oute down.

With heavy breathing, she mumbled, "The... the third round!"

The frequency of flower branches swaying decreased significantly.

It is likely that her greedy and reckless actions have already caused some harm to the two of them.

Oute tried to flip himself over again, but the Sarkaz girl pressed his forearm down with her slender arms.

"Aren't you in pain?"

If this continues, they will suffer for a long time once the hormones subside. W doesn't know the consequences, but Oute can't just watch her act recklessly.

W reacted as if she'd been poked, exclaiming angrily, "How could I possibly feel pain!"

That makes sense.

Facing me, W's few psychological advantages are her superior physical strength. If she falls behind in such a primal and wild brawl, she'll likely find it difficult to maintain this advantage.

Oute grabbed her wrist with his other hand, and he converted the healing power, mimicking the effects of holy water, into his own.

"Hmm!"

Feeling the power, like a spring, flowing into her body, the Sarkaz girl narrowed her eyes, revealing a cat-like sense of comfort.

She overemphasized her dominance and acted too recklessly. In fact, besides causing herself some kind of harm, W also inflicted numerous small wounds on each other.

"It's probably due to hormones that you're not feeling pain yet?"

Pfft pfft

Hearing Oute's sarcastic remarks, W stood up slightly and swayed "fiercely".

The little imp, now refreshed and full of energy after being healed, declared, "I already told you it's the third round!"

The Sarkaz girl bent down, frowning, and awkwardly licked it.

She only half-understands all of this—she knows what it is and roughly how to do it, but she has only glimpsed the more advanced techniques in strange and unusual "leisure reading materials."

Wet streaks were left on Oute's skin, spreading from his ribs down to his neck. And as the saliva clumsily traveled, hard pebbles occasionally rubbed against Oute's chest.

Following her inner turmoil, W slightly lifted herself up by using her legs, which were in a duck-sitting position.

Another jolt.

It seems that as the game progresses, the Sarkaz girl's health bar is getting shorter and shorter.

W lay in Oute's arms, her buttocks raised high, almost as if the connection had been severed. She gasped for breath, took a few deep breaths, and stubbornly got up again.

"You stinky otter! This isn't over yet!"

Oute remained silent, simply continuing to channel his healing power into the patient.

This girl is too stubborn...

Wow, are you really coming again!?

Doc Otter, why don't you fight back!?

In that case, what grounds could I possibly have to stop them?

The little rabbit covered its eyes, but stared intently, its face flushed.

Amiya convinced herself with an awkward reason to remain on the sidelines—after driving all the Sarkaz mercenaries out, Amiya had been lingering in the camp with a guilty conscience.

Amiya, who was still clueless about this matter, vaguely realized that a relationship between her and Oute was almost impossible.

Unlike the other girls, she holds a particularly special place in Oute's heart, situated on a unique and dangerous track.

It always occupies the most important position, but at the same time, it is difficult to cross the line.

Although he didn't know why, and despite Oute dislike for "macro-level 'people'" in broad areas like domination, conquest, and enslavement, when his focus shifted back to the individual, Oute often treated those with value, courage, or various qualities differently.

This unconscious way of thinking is not only reflected in normal interactions, but also in the "interactions" that make Amiya blush. Despite their vastly different moral values and complete disregard for the group, Oute surprisingly still possesses "common sense" in the realm of private interactions!

If someone manages to sneak onto home plate while he's completely unaware, that's fine, but a player like Amiya, with her unique playing style, never gets a chance to play from the start!

She was not satisfied with this position...

However, to get on the field, unless...

A heavy, dark thought flashed through the little rabbit's mind.

Unless, Doc Otter completely loses all sense of decency in this regard...

At that time... all those women will... Doc Otter only needs to...

Amiya! Come with me!

"Ah!" The little rabbit jumped in surprise and exclaimed, "Doctor!"

Amiya turned around and saw Kal'tsit jump off Mon3ter, carrying a medical kit.

Even the usually cheerful Mon3ter growled restlessly, completely disoriented, and tried to squeeze through the crack in the door.

"Mon3ter, open the door!"

She then remembered that she was actually a "big monster".

The main door was wide open, with two drooping door panels clinging precariously to the frame.

Beside the ferocious Originium stood the little princess, who bore a striking resemblance to Theresa in many ways, and that wretched woman who had been the first to drink the first soup.

They headed indoors, and with them, a biting cold wind rushed in.

The cold wind caused goosebumps to rise quickly on the Sarkaz girl's body, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat. W, who had regained some consciousness, raised her hands in a duck-like sitting position, her skin so white it was dazzling.

She leaned back uncomfortably, dodging Mon3ter's sharp claws, and yelled, "Old woman! You've stolen so many times! It's time for me to enjoy myself!"

Pfft pfft

A dazzling sound rang out from where they intersected.

The little rabbit turned its rosy cheeks away.

While Mon3ter was controlling the Sarkaz girl, Kal'tsit quickly checked their exposed skin, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and put down the medicine box.

No signs of allergy detected!

On the desktop, the terminal's breathing light flashed at a slightly lower frequency.

But clearly, this is not the end of the story.

Chapter 253 The Cat's Thoughts

Rhodes Island's main ship once again headed towards Lungmen. Behind the deck of the land-based ship, there was a figure hanging in mid-air.

A rare, warm sun pierced the sky, casting a beam of light. This spotlight-like beam of light happened to envelop a large American cockroach that was swaying back and forth on the deck.

The Sarkaz girl was completely wrapped in Rhodes Island uniforms, bound by knots that emphasized restraint rather than curves. The tough ropes were secured to the hoisting crane in a way that would send the blood pressure of anyone involved soaring.

W struggled to sway from side to side, trying to free herself from the delicate ropes, but since she had tried all night without success... she probably wouldn't succeed in the end either.

An opening appeared somewhere on the deck, and a near-ground aircraft was slowly lifted up by an elevator.

The Sarkaz girl's heartstrings twitched immediately.

[Hey! You stinky otter! Come help me! I don't want to be seen looking so pathetic!]

[... Now that things have come to this, they're asking the victims for help?]

[You otter! You weren't without enjoyment too, were you!?]

[I wouldn't so readily call it 'enjoyment.' Purely in terms of the sport itself, you weren't a good partner. You focused too much on posture and neglected your opponent's condition, only considering their feelings in the final round.]

[You otter... Alright, alright, alright! I was wrong! The spacecraft is almost here! Please, put me down!] Realizing that Oute still had a long speech to give, the Sarkaz girl slid to her knees at lightning speed.

The crane, originally designed for special operations, trembled slightly, but then came to a stop.