Chapter 209

Mon3tr roared and pounced on Precise, while Kal'tsit also rushed towards the Doctor.

Amiya immediately stepped back, blocking the Doctor's path. "Doctor! Please hide behind me!"

But they were ultimately too late.

Precise didn't care at all about Mon3tr's counterattack or Amiya's obstruction.

Precise simply forced the Originium crystals into a transparent cage, directly enveloping the Doctor within it.

Then, in the next second, the cage, along with the Doctor, vanished into thin air.

Mon3tr also missed his target, as Precise had disappeared along with the Doctor.

"Kal'tsit, Doctor! The Doctor has been captured by Precise!"

"To the Abyss region! Quickly!"

Although they didn't know what Precise intended to do by kidnapping the Doctor,

But they also knew that they must not let Precise succeed!

"Here it is...?"

She's just a Doctor; she doesn't possess that kind of powerful influence.

So much so that even when he was captured, the Doctor couldn't even put up a fight.

All the Doctor knew was that she had been imprisoned in Precise, and then, in a flash, she was transported to this pure white space.

"This is the internalized universe."

While the Doctor was looking around, Precise appeared silently behind her.

While answering her questions, Precise also reached out and helped push her wheelchair.

"Should I say it's been a long time, Prophet? While I'd like to catch up, but—"

Precise looked down at the Doctor, who was now in such a limp state.

The sudden movement of the wheelchair seemed to startle the Doctor, even causing her delicate white-stockinged feet to subconsciously curl up slightly.

Did you just finish showering?

The faint scent of shampoo hadn't even dissipated yet.

"It's strange. I'm pretty sure I teleported all of you, the Prophet, to the deck of Rhodes Island."

"But why did you suddenly disappear, prophet?"

"I've searched for you, but it seems as if you've been erased from this world; I can't find you anywhere."

"So, where are you going, prophet?"

"And... who changed your clothes?"

As Precise spoke, some buildings gradually emerged in this pure white space.

But it wasn't the vibrant springtime scene of flowers, birds, and insects.

Instead, it was the stark white walls, the cold laboratory, the blood-stained operating table, and—

Precise released his grip on the wheelchair, walked up to the Doctor, and crouched down slightly to be at eye level with Doctor: "Can you tell me, Prophet?"

Precise was smiling, but his gaze remained icy.

Having worked with the Doctor for so long, she naturally knew Doctor fashion sense.

Given the Doctor's aesthetic sense, it's highly unlikely that he would dress himself in such a cute and cuddly outfit.

Therefore, there must be someone else involved.

Is it a man or a woman?

Was the Doctor compliant, or was he forced?

Did the Doctor put it on herself? Or was it done by someone else...?

"Precise! Listen to me first!"

The Doctor, however, seemed oblivious to Precise's unusual mood.

The Doctor was immersed in the joy of everyone who had been brought back to life.

She told Precise everything in one breath: the truth about the Originium Outbreak, the impending doom of the world, and the great power of that Lord God to reverse the world's fate.

This isn't because the Doctor is naive and innocent; rather, with the gods present in the world, past grudges are simply irrelevant.

Originium Outbreak?

And it was that one from Anana?

Yes, the Originium of Anana is indeed in Precise's hands now.

She was so clever that she immediately understood everything.

Only...

"Lord God...?"

Precise tilted his head slightly, chewing on the unfamiliar word.

"Yes! I know this is a bit unscientific, but..."

"Yes, I believe you, prophet."

Precise snapped out of his daze and gently calmed the Doctor down.

Precise naturally believed in the Doctor, always and forever.

Seeing this, the Doctor felt relieved, but then turned to look around and asked, "Precise? Can you send me out now? I need to tell Kal'tsit and Amiya about this."

"Sure."

Precise did not refuse, but chuckled and said, "However... if, as you say, prophet, time reversal is the great power of that Lord God, then... prophet, what method did you use, or rather, what price did you pay, to obtain that god's gift?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the Doctor suddenly fell silent.

Because the Doctor didn't pay any price; on the contrary... it was Precise who should have paid the price.

But how can I say these words?

"I'll sacrifice 10 years of my roommate's lifespan; this 10-pull is guaranteed to get a gold card!"

"If this shipment goes through, my roommate will be single for 20 years!"

"Let's go eat. It's on me, but you pay."

No... if I say that, I'll definitely get beaten up, right?

So when Precise questioned him, the Doctor could only stammer, finally glancing guiltily at Precise before turning his head away and whispering, "I... I'm sorry..."

Precise: "?"

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It was the Doctor herself who prayed to the god, but it was Precise paid the price.

However, the Doctor felt powerless to do anything about it and felt guilty, so Doctor apologized.

But when these words reached Precise's ears, they took on a completely different meaning.

The Doctor suddenly disappeared for a while, and when he came back, he was dressed in a cute and cuddly so-called "man-slaying outfit".

When asked what had happened, the Doctor hesitated and stammered, even apologizing to her...

Did you feel like you didn't understand?

Let's put it another way—

The wife didn't come home all night and only returned the next day. It was obvious that she had just taken a shower and even her clothes had been changed.

When asked where she had been, she said she had gone to a company party with her boss.

When asked why he only brought you, he stammered and couldn't give a clear answer, finally saying, "I'm sorry... honey..."

Are you serious?

Therefore, Precise's eyes are now completely devoid of warmth.

Upon seeing the Doctor, he even foolishly pushed his wheelchair around, looking around and saying things like, "Precise, could you take me out? My cat needs to be fed."

With a snap.

Precise reached out, grabbed the Doctor's wrist, and lifted him up.

This forced the Doctor to turn around and look at her. The Doctor, slightly in pain, said, "Ouch... Precise...? What's wrong...?"

The Doctor had just recovered from a serious illness and was terribly weak.

With just a grasp on her wrist, Precise left a clear finger mark on the Doctor's sickly pale skin.

"A simple 'sorry' won't do, you know, prophet."

Precise didn't let go, but when he heard the Doctor cry out in pain, he eased his grip slightly. "So, Prophet? What price did you pay to that Lord God?"

Listen to that tone, feel that force.

The Doctor finally realized that there must have been some misunderstanding between the two of them.

She tried to explain, but the Doctor's wrist was grabbed and she was pulled off the wheelchair.

Although the Doctor's height of 165cm is not considered petite, her weight is far too thin.

So the Doctor had to stand on tiptoe and gently support herself with her white-stockinged toes to increase her height a little, which reduced the pain from her arm being pulled.

Seeing the Doctor's pained expression, Precise realized that she might have gone too far.

"What I need is not an apology, prophet."

Precise released his grip and said, "I'm not angry, but I need to know what price you paid to the gods. Was it worth it just for these little animals?"

If the Doctor were to say now, "No, I prayed to the gods to turn back time to save you, Precise," then everything would be fine.

But what if the Doctor still says, "It's worth it. Even if it costs me my life, as long as it saves these little animals' lives, then it's worth it"—

Precise didn't care about the lives or deaths of the animals, nor did she care about the existence of current civilization; Precise didn't even care about herself.

But Precise will definitely care about the Doctor.

Despite the bombshell news of a god appearing in the world, manipulating time, Originium Outbreak, and a future that could destroy the world, Precise kept asking the Doctor what price he had paid.

What Precise feared was that the Doctor might suddenly say, "The price? The price is me! I'm sorry, Precise, I'm going to die soon, but it's worth it to save all of you with my life, isn't it?"

So it's quite reasonable that Precise kept pressing the Doctor for answers, even pulling him out of his wheelchair... right?

"But it's going too far to close the door and not let others see."

After sending the Doctor and Wishdale into the planet model, Chen Ran had actually been watching the show from the sidelines the whole time.

The expressions Amiya, Kal'tsit, and Precise just made when they met the Doctor were enough to become their embarrassing moments in history.

But before he could get his fill of looking, Precise said, "Elbow, come inside with me," and dragged the Doctor away.

"That's where you're wrong."

Chen Ran reached out and grabbed the planet model, pausing time so as not to miss any exciting events. "I need to find someone to go down and kick the door open to see what that Old Pu is up to."

"... So... brother, you called me back just for this?"

The Demon King Rabbit, whose vacation was over, was sitting on Chen Ran's shoulder, swinging her little feet as she said this with a slightly helpless expression.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ran thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, that's true... I always feel like I've been treating you like a wage earner, Little Rabbit. How about I find someone else?"

That's not what I meant...