Chapter 190

Nana recorded similar details about ship hull materials and spatial structure in her PRTS voice recordings.

Kitty Killer just hoped that SWEEP's colleagues wouldn't look at him so obviously... After all, although he couldn't see them, judging from their elusive aura, they probably weren't professional agents.

After all, Kal'tsit might not be someone you can trust as a professional.

This judgment inevitably leads to another question... As the Ghost of the ICA, the Silent Assassin of SHD... Killer Number Seventy-Seven, Nana.

Does this mean that as a 'Medic' in Rhodes Island, I am trusted?

Say 'yes'... that gaze from behind is still haunting me.

If you say "no"... Kal'tsit immediately informed herself of the package's modifiability after receiving it from her manager... If she truly feared Assassin Number Seventy-Seven, why would she do something like this?

Nana understood that Sweet's wariness and Kal'tsit's good intentions shouldn't be confused, but once she started thinking about it, she couldn't avoid the changes in Kal'tsit during this period.

Although Nana wasn't very familiar with the 'White Emperor' and the 'Doctor' who were attacked and killed, she could at least piece together a vague image of the former from the Sarkaz figures like Ah Fu and Eileen... but the 'Doctor'... Nana's only impression of her was the clumsy way she coldly tugged at her cat ears to check their health.

It was only then that Nana realized she had absolutely no recollection of the Rhodes Island Doctor. Nana couldn't even remember whether her manager or Kal'tsit had told her the few pieces of information she knew, such as 'she commanded all military operations of Rhodes Island's predecessor, [Babel]'.

"... However, overall he's still a doctor... and a professional commander..."

As she quietly recounted her feelings about the important person who had prompted Kal'tsit to establish a special department to prevent further harm, Nana then inspected another area...

This is the stern, past the centerline of the command center... Unlike the large lounge in the mid-forward section, which has been extensively renovated and combined multiple cabins into one, the stern is more like a series of quiet, single-room tenement buildings.

If Nana is not mistaken, these dormitories seem to be only provided for collaborators, special operators who do not want to interact with people, and self-paying patients who want to stay on Rhodes Island for a long time.

Walking through this place, the decor is still dominated by the original colors of steel, blue, and black, but the lack of human warmth makes the atmosphere suddenly unsettling.

Firstly, because there are few people, the various devices in the independent dormitory area are not used frequently... Nana's arrival caused the power supply, which was originally turned off, to be connected, and the sudden start-up of electrical appliances inevitably carries the risk of equipment damage.

The cat simply turned on a light, and the fluorescent tube inside the lightbox immediately flickered and went dark with a continuous hissing sound.

Miss Medic, dressed in her uniform, walked through this dark area, even needing to use her mobile Terminal for extra lighting... And while a broken light strip in the public corridor might not seem like a big deal in this age where everyone has a mobile phone, Nana suddenly noticed that her footsteps were making a sound like water. Scanning the area with her phone, she discovered that there was actually a puddle in the corridor... This left Nana speechless.

"... PRTS, is the ventilation system working properly here?"

While wondering, they urged the drone to deliver the replacement parts as soon as possible... Due to the shortage of personnel, Rhodes Island often had to pile up the consumables they needed for several days before the Engineering Department could free up some time.

Nana certainly didn't have time to wait for Weedy and Closure. In fact, it was just replacing a light bulb, which didn't require the help of two senior engineers. So Nana waited for the drone to deliver the goods while checking where the water on the ground came from.

Using her phone's flashlight mode, Nana followed the water trails in the dark, damp, and cold corridor.

Compared to the previously lively team dormitory lounge, the atmosphere in the individual dormitories became increasingly tense as they went deeper into the rooms. They even lost sight of Sweet at some point.

Instead, a strange groan was heard.

"No... you... you're not..." Wu

The extreme silence allowed Nana's cat ears to hear sounds as she peered through the various soundproofing barriers of Rhodes Island.

The sticky, feminine voice seemed to be enduring something, and through the Thought Chain Ring left on her body by the Little Cat, Nana sensed the pain overflowing from the stranger... Qi

First, the other person lacks clear self-awareness; their entire personality state resembles that of Artificial Angel, with obvious signs of human intervention... Then, what they are currently experiencing through Thought Chain Ring, 'Empathy' with themselves... seems to be the feeling of drowning?!

Realizing this, despite being an assassin, Medic rushed to the Empathy feedback room immediately and used his privileges to unlock the room key.

The moment the door opened, she could see ankle-deep water gushing out, and smelling the mixed scent of shower gel, Nana immediately locked onto the bathroom.

But before taking action, Nana had one more thing to do: [unclear - possibly related to a specific action or task]

"PRTS, I see a large amount of water. Cut off the power to this area immediately!"

[Electrocution threat confirmed, authorization confirmed, Medic - Medical Department, authorization level six, compartment circuit breaker trip confirmed.]

"Then tell me the patient's condition in this room, and also notify her attending physician to prepare to take over... and now the Emergency Medical Department will take action!"

As she spoke, Nana watched as the water in the room, no longer carrying candles and paper, began to flow deeper. What first caught her eye were the various scriptures, strange patterns, and religious symbols scattered throughout the room, making it look like a cult ritual site.

The once clean and bright cabin was completely desecrated by the light from cell phones, with various dark red colors, possibly blood, smeared with symbols on every surface, including the ceiling.

The metal wall was deeply carved with words of madness and agony by hand... Nana glanced at it briefly. They were all subjective records of the 'dead's' messages.

'Well done!' 'Keep charging!' 'Following the will of the sea god!' 'Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!' 'The messenger bled!' 'Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!' 'The whale killed Him!' 'Everyone else was killed!' 'The slain are also making noise in their own minds...' 'Ghost?'

The chaotic analysis was occasionally interspersed with phrases imbued with a strong religious atmosphere, and sometimes even a string of solemn eulogies would pop up... But as long as the useless information was filtered out, Nana still managed to glean quite a bit of intelligence from that single glance.

Who is the Ghost?

It's everyone.

'Who I am?'

The Ghost called me a shark.

"So that's where your operator codename comes from?"

Nana pinned the silver-haired girl, who was rolling around in the fish tank, down with both hands using standard procedures for rescuing a drowning person. The girl was coughing because she had inhaled air. Then, while trying to rouse her from the water, Nana began to place the naked girl on the shallow surface of the water to assess the situation.

"Field Operations Team Senior Operator Specter! Wake up! This is Rhodes Island Emergency Medical Department. You need to restore breathing immediately... Damn it, unresponsive, confirmed to be disoriented... PRTS log--! Target operator is coughing violently and having difficulty breathing. Begin attempting to open the airway and provide first aid!"

As she spoke, Nana made the girl, who was about the same height as her, lie down on her side, pressing down on her forehead with one hand and lifting her chin with the other, trying to make her open her mouth... But the way Specter instinctively clenched her teeth after Nana pressed down on her tongue immediately made Nana want to pull her hand away.

To be precise, it wasn't that I didn't want to pull back, but rather that the moment I put my hand in, the other person reflexively bit down and wouldn't let go.

What surprised Nana the most was the bite force of the operator codenamed Specter... She bit Nana's Halo into action in just one bite! Even though she was unconscious, the sight of blue magical light bursting from the operator's pale lips and teeth was truly frightening.

"... If this were anyone else, they would have been amputated immediately... Specter?! Specter Operator?! PRTS, given the target's fierce resistance, initiating magical intervention now..."

As she spoke, Nana used the finger she had put in the other person's mouth to induce a gag reflex, and then tried her best to get him into a breathing position.

However, because Specter's height was similar to Nana's, but Specter had a significant weight advantage, and since Specter wasn't wearing any clothes, Nana felt somewhat at a loss when trying to control her, as the girl's smooth skin made her feel helpless.

Even though Nana immediately remembered her strengths and used her intricate magic to make air replace water to expel the fluid from the Specter's lungs, the shark's struggles and the fact that its internal organs were different from those of ordinary people... made Nana, a sorcerer of the level of a relic from Previous Civilization, feel constrained for the first time.

"... What's going on with this power...?"

Wasn't I already in the mysterious unfolding mode? What kind of species is this Specter anyway?! Is it evenly matched with my Halo activation mode in pure physical strength?

As fellow Rhodes Island colleagues, it's difficult to use force against her. And then there's the awkward situation of her bathing and not knowing where to begin with physical attacks... A series of coincidences come together, and despite Nana's aversion to unexpected encounters, she finds herself in her own home facing a situation where she can only rely on her physical strength to fight back.

With one of her fingers firmly bitten, it would be impossible for Nana to hold back if she wanted to control a mentally unstable patient with similar physical abilities to herself.

"... Specter, can you hear me?! Are you awake? Stop struggling, I'm treating you..."

Dodging the opponent's punch should have been a reflex, but feeling the strong wind brush against her cheek, Nana was caught off guard as she glanced at the dissipating blue magical light on her cheek out of the corner of her right eye.

SHD Survivor's Protocol was overloaded in a single hit?! And it was a punch?!

Having no time to think about the situation that was causing her blood pressure to spike, Nana quickly pulled out her fiber rope with her left hand. With her lower body tightly wrapped around her opponent's body, aiming to control his legs, she began the Jiu-Jitsu match. At the same time, she seized the opportunity and used the fiber rope to throw out a snare, instantly capturing both of her opponent's hands.

As Nana simultaneously twisted her left hand and the teeth biting the other end of her mouth, temporarily controlling her opponent, Nana immediately began using magic to expel the water from his lungs...

As Specter vomited violently once again, Nana seized the opportunity to pull her right hand back... Of course, before leaving, Nana left a magically constructed gag in its mouth.

The bright blue color directly proved the origin of its temporary material. Seeing the other person suddenly open her eyes, Nana thought that she had finally regained consciousness and that she no longer had to continue the treatment in such an embarrassing state.

"Specter, you..."

Before Nana could finish speaking, the opponent unleashed an even more terrifying power than before.

The fiber rope, woven from a mixture of D32 Alloy wire and regular nylon and capable of lifting several tons of cargo without breaking, collapsed. The silver-haired girl, with nowhere to grab her hands, simply rolled to a corner of the room.

Nana could see the other person's fear and panic, but before Nana could explain the gag that kept the airway open, in a rare expression of terror on Nana's face, the shark girl who wore silver hair instead of an outer garment smashed through the heavy storage cabinet.

With a piercing metallic tearing sound, Nana stared in disbelief as a menacing circular saw appeared in the other person's hand.

[This is a path filled with sacrifice... I dedicate this lost soul entirely to you--!!]

The Empathy of having nothing else to do didn't glean anything from the other person's mind. If I had to pinpoint anything, it would be the phrase, "I'm going to fucking kill you."

Although he didn't know why the other party could utter such murderous words in such a sinister way, seeing the circular saw tearing through the air and striking his head, it was clear that this was no longer a matter of hiding his strength.

This is a problem where if you're even a step slower, you'll be cut into Nana- chan!

"Assaulter Link--!"

The only M1911 replica gun he carried at that moment blocked the circular saw. The overloaded bright red magic light and the rapid consumption of the opponent's circular saw blade created bright red and vivid sparks.

Meanwhile, Nana, unable to bear it any longer, withdrew her right hand and clenched it into a fist as the Halo above her head brightened once more.

"You'd better stop now!"

Cat's right hook--!

PS: Waaaaaaah!

I confess, I stayed up all night... The result of pulling an all-nighter is backache, leg cramps... Waaaaah!

PS2: Although I wanted to make the scene of the cat catching the fish a bit more erotic, let's not go too far. It's better if everyone just uses their local brain memory to create the image (nods).

PSSS: Just remembered before bed, it's almost the end of the month, time to grab some tickets.

6th Patriot's Gun: 207 Rhodes Island Emergency Medical Department

Regarding Rhodes Island, her agent had previously told Nana not to assume it was simply a medical company.

Even from the perspective of an exiled regime, the sight of this white-haired patient without any racial characteristics, whether in terms of physical strength, combat skills, or even the fanatical thoughts that flowed back when launching an attack, gave Nana a clear sense of 'surprise' for the first time.

Nana Ivy, a Previous Civilization AMa individual from the Civilization, the CEO of the ICA, a senior SHD agent... what hasn't she seen? She chatted and laughed with Victoria Gray Hats and Ursus Inner Guards!

Watching this girl, who was about the same size as her, take a punch to the face that would have killed an ordinary person... and then just get sent flying, and then continue charging forward with her weapon and still completely unharmed, Nana had to admit that she had never seen a patient with such manic symptoms.

Nana released the safety from her gun and fired two shots at the ceiling. Then she spoke into her communicator:

"Fire warning shot! PRTS, notify Kal'tsit to send on-duty Emergency Medical Department personnel and an operations team for support. I will try my best to avoid using lethal force."

"Awoooooo--!"

I'm sorry, the other person probably wanted to say something, but because of the gag, Nana could only see the other person's healthy, rosy little tongue and the saliva dripping out of the gag. Combined with the fact that the other person was completely naked, it was surprisingly arousing.

But no matter how alluring the patient's figure may be, a normal person would not feel anything from the way she looks into her eyes.

This wasn't the time to think about those things that occasionally popped into her mind due to her rising hormone levels. Facing the circular saw that was slashing at her, Nana was enveloped in the crimson magical light of the Assaulter Protocol. She used her gun to block the saw blade again, and then tried to subdue her opponent with her fists.

The same force, the same punching wind, the same goal of stunning the opponent... Before, you could say that knocking her away gave her a chance to call for help, but this time, Nana punched Specter in the chin, and the opponent's face was only slightly turned to the side... Afterwards, she even turned her head back with a smile, ignoring Nana's fist.

"Awooo!"

She deliberately withdrew to avoid the circular saw's slashing! As the entire dormitory module emitted a deafening roar, accompanied by scattered sparks, Nana could see numerous pipes and cables through the wall that the other party had cut open... It was fortunate that Nana had cut off the water, electricity, and steam in this area beforehand; otherwise, if there had been Originium Steam leak, it would have been Big Ugly for Rhodes Island.

Furthermore, because the Survivor Protocol overload time was nearing its limit, Nana, not wanting to lose last year's Christmas present, stopped enduring the attacks head-on and began dodging as much as possible.

Although Nana couldn't always sneak into blind spots like she did when fighting against the big guys like the Inner Guards a few months ago, because of their similar physiques, Nana used her right fist, imbued with the Assaulter Protocol spell, to deliver several powerful punches to Specter's chin, neck, and other non-lethal vitals during the gaps in his wide-open moves, but it was clearly to little effect.

Nana even had to ask, "Why aren't you down yet?"

The other party's response was to brandish the circular saw wildly once more.

Looking at the dormitory's various leaks, severed critical pipelines, and the non-mainstream religious-themed decorations that had been there since she arrived, Nana couldn't help but feel sorry for the Engineering Department staff who would come to handle the aftermath.

"... Although it seems a bit late, I can't let you continue any longer... PRTS, I'm going to fire."

Changing her stance, she sidestepped the circular saw and grabbed the weapon handle with her right hand. Using the momentum of the Specter's swing, she did a somersault, and then the circular saw driver appeared in Nana's line of sight to the left of the Specter.

Although Nana was determined not to compete with her opponent in physical strength again, controlling her opponent's weapon... even for just a moment, was enough for Nana.

The agent gave him this as a Christmas gift last year; the compact M1911 in his hand was always loaded with high-priced ammunition, each bullet worth a four-figure Columbian Dollar equal to the number of Lungmen Dollar.

The instant before the opponent retrieved their weapon, a faint black mist swirled around them, and a penetrating spell was inscribed upon them, initiating the anti-material operation.

That was an even louder gunshot than before, and then Nana landed and released her grip, allowing him to retract his weapon in one swift motion. Once the circular saw stopped spinning, the danger posed by the Specter operator decreased by at least half.

But seeing that the other party seemed even more agitated, swinging his weapon as if he were going to use it as a blunt weapon, Nana put away her pistol, and a syringe flashed out from her left hand.

Holding it in her hand, Nana made a point of checking to make sure she had a syringe, not an injection gun... Nana used the latter to inject lethal poisons, and the amnesia drug she had seized was also for an air injection gun, so she couldn't mix them up.

"Sedatives, target one person, dosage..."

Looking at the other person's similar build and considering the weight she had roughly estimated during the previous 'wrestling', Nana pushed out one-fifth of the medicine from the syringe... Actually, given the other person's size, she should have only injected one-fifth, with more to go.

However, the other party's weight was truly abnormal, so Nana ultimately decided to administer the medicine based on weight... But even by that calculation, the medicine in Nana's hand could take down a three-meter-tall man like Patriot.

"So the next question is how to accomplish the mission to restore your sanity..."

Or rather, this little boy, who is two years old, has always been Nana's target.

As her opponent leaped and slashed from the other end of the room directly above her head, Nana's heterochromatic eyes flashed with an eerie light. Then, the cat tossed the syringe in its hand to the side. While the opponent maintained their downward slashing motion, their gaze involuntarily drifted towards the syringe floating to the side. Nana once again successfully caught the blade barehanded.

Well, intense physical combat will inevitably involve a contest of physical strength.

But when Specter turned back to look at Nana with a fervent gaze, the syringe that had almost fallen to the ground silently floated into the air after she turned around.

Based on the fact that the Specter operator was just recklessly swinging her weapon, and even in the stalemate, the opponent was only continuously applying force to the weapon... Nana judged that the opponent was not a combatant in essence, or... the opponent's blank and simple mind made her forget how to conduct a real close-quarters combat.