Nonstick Pan

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Although Oute remained silent on the other end of the line, W had a bad feeling.

She asked curtly, "Are you alright?"

[PRTS did not directly process my action.]

[Did it refuse?]

[She is requesting authorization—for each operation, one by one.]

W, clinging to a sliver of hope: [That should just be a matter of time?]

[No, she then extended the scope of my orders, requesting cross-delegation from other departments.] Oute paused: [On your question, she adopted a very proactive passive tactic.]

[PRTS is very proactive, but not at your service.]

Oute found himself in a bit of a predicament.

He could certainly order PRTS to force her to put W down.

But... is it necessary?

This is a question worth pondering deeply, a question worth considering repeatedly... and if we consider this question, we must introduce new variables... a question that arises in order to solve a problem...

Good grief, so PRTS learned his procrastination skills from you, you scumbag!?

"Kal'tsit! You bitch!" The Sarkaz girl, still only vaguely understanding Rhodes Island's shipborne systems, stammered, "You have the guts to steal a man but not the guts to openly compete with me?!"

The crane suddenly released the rope, and W immediately began to free fall.

"Hmm!"

Thanks to Sarkaz's steel frame, she landed high on the solid deck with only a few muffled groans.

The foul-mouthed pretty girl's insults, stemming from her ignorance, were endorsed by the PRTS section.

The sunlight was a bit too bright for W, who was lying on her side on the deck. She continued to wriggle, trying to find some shade.

A pair of familiar shoes stepped off the aircraft.

Transparent material.

W couldn't recall the name, but knew that this thing would create a thin mist after being worn for a short time, ruining its strange beauty.

Only that old woman who spends most of her time wandering around places with abundant logistical resources could wear these things on her feet and still maintain a sense of style.

Or perhaps... she doesn't sweat?

"W"

Kal'tsit stomped one foot on the head of the Sarkaz girl, who resembled a silkworm. The damage was far less than the fall when PRTS "released" W with a delay, but the humiliation was far greater.

This is somewhat tinged with personal grudges.

"What?" the Sarkaz girl asked defiantly, resting her chin on the ground. "Don't you think you're embarrassing enough already?"

"You've got the point wrong." Kal'tsit's voice was extremely cold, so cold that anyone could hear her extreme anger.

"Out of ignorance, W, you have put your own ordinary life and Oute's life in extreme danger."

The Sakaz girl finally tasted something strange now, and she asked doubtfully, "Isn't that the reason why you caught someone raping?"

"I've never been in a position to 'catch someone in the act'—there's nobody here now."

The crane suddenly moved and slowly lowered.

It must be that one of the previous commands from Oute finally passed?

"Oute's body is very fragile right now. Any substance he eats or comes into contact with must be tested in advance, just in case!" Kal'tsit unconsciously tightened her grip.

W was taken aback.

"Why do you think he wears that protective suit every day?!"

"Why do you think he always has someone with him wherever he goes!?"

"You..." Kal'tsit raised her foot and stomped hard on the Sarkaz girl's cheek, using this as a way to avoid further questioning.

For the old-timer Oute, the fact that most of the creatures on Terra were left-handed was thanks to his own efforts.

Although he and his team had indeed tried incredibly hard, over ten thousand years had passed in a flash... how could they possibly face an ancient, evolved ecosystem with their bare hands, without any specialized equipment?

It's better to be safe than sorry.

If he exposes his belly button and gets bitten by some mutated mosquito, he might have to go back to bed.

Oute, having understood the original world's plot, naturally overlooked this point. But Kal'tsit wouldn't be as "confident" as him.

There weren't any allergens related to daily necessities; they had all been checked before when Oute woke up last time.

However, when Oute last woke up, his mental age was not that of a "spirited young man" like he is now.

At that time, his private life was perfectly reliable. The dual influence of "heterologous proteins" on this allergen didn't need to be investigated at the time.

"Why... why..." The Sarkaz girl was still a little scared.

Why don't you say so?

But halfway through the question, she realized why: Oute had amnesia.

Despite the entire process being wrong, W, with his Sarkaz thought process, still roughly understood what was going on:

As Mind Flayer, Oute used an extremely fragile body. But having lost his memory, he forgot even this.

"Tsk!" The Sarkaz girl turned around, closed her eyes, lay flat, and resignedly said, "I deserve it!"

Mon3ter let out a low growl, and a weak laser beam severed the ropes binding W, leaving a faint scorch mark on her undergarments.

Chapter 254 Non-stick Pan

Kal'tsit, who had gone up in the elevator, came down in the escalator. The pilots who had been waiting for a long time also boarded the escalator with stern faces.

Ta-da.

Kal'tsit approached Oute with an unfamiliar, heavy gait.

Unexpectedly, she didn't continue on that topic, "Doctor. Oute, that 'relic' of the Ursus Imperial Guards needs your attention."

Oh no, the cat is really angry!

Oute was somewhat worried.

Am I going to have to sleep in the Medical Department again tonight?

How could any girl not be angry with you, you scumbag?

However, he was observed in the Medical Department all night last night to prevent any allergic reactions.

I think...

As soon as Oute opened his mouth, the cat revealed its sharp edge once again.

She growled with disdain, "Your safety is always my top priority! But that doesn't mean I'm completely indifferent!"

Seeing this, Amiya trembled, and Oute quickly hid her behind his back.

Even so, the little rabbit still sided with Oute a little more.

Kal'tsit panicked and said, "Amiya! I'm sorry, I wasn't yelling at you..."

"It's okay..." the little rabbit said, but still hid behind Oute.

Well done!

I'll buy you a cake later!

Oute ruffled Amiya's hair and silently made a promise.

Kal'tsit sighed and put her hands in her pockets.

With her back to Oute, she said, "Doc Otter, don't put on that victim act. Even if your body is fragile, in that situation, you only needed to give an 'order' to get away."

In other words, you did it intentionally.

It's hard to say whether she'll obey if I directly order her! Knowing W's personality, the more I resist, the more she'll enjoy it! And if I want to make sure she stops abusing me, I can only lie and say "Yes," and do it myself... but I have no interest in that kind of sex!

Oute naturally had a different opinion on this, but since he wasn't W, he didn't need to deliberately provoke him. So he chose to reserve his opinion.

However, Oute's personal views also lean more towards his own.

Putting everything else aside, when he had the best chance to break free, he clearly chose the second round!

"Not to mention..." The cat turned halfway around with a cold face.

Kal'tsit's increasingly disgusted gaze excited Oute, and he even lost control of his facial expressions.

"You... Hmph!" Considering Amiya was still present, Kal'tsit cut off the second half of her sentence, changing it to a heartfelt sigh, "... You can't be a good father."

Oute's memories of the original world line didn't extend to the "Babel" event. For him, facing the cat who was like a riddle, it was difficult to obtain any conclusive evidence to refute the impression of the "out-of-control servant".

Therefore, Oute associated the word "father" with the little rabbit.

He retorted, "Amiya loves me the most!"

The MVP rabbit, hiding behind Oute, first twitched her ears quickly, then her face lit up with joy.

"Um!"

However, Amiya quickly realized that this "like" was still in the "father-daughter" zone, and her ears drooped again. "I like Doc Otter the most..."

Kal'tsit, with her hands still in her pockets, led the way, deliberately walking very fast.

"Speaking of the topic of 'father'," Kal'tsit said meaningfully.

"Doc Otter, do you remember the ethical issues surrounding cloning?"

"Ethical issues?" Oute frowned. "You mean, the ethical issues between the cloned product and the cloned object? Or the ethical issues between the cloned product and the relatives of the cloned object?"

Both are true.

Oute, unsuspecting, arrogantly identified the focus of the conversation. "The 'Black Snake,' born from Talulah's personality, is Talulah's 'daughter,' and also Koshchei's 'daughter.'"

"... Oh?" Kal'tsit chimed in, playing the straight man.

While Oute is indeed quite formidable when he is well-prepared, he can also easily stumble if he lacks sufficient intelligence.