Arknights, I'm going to beat Kal'tsit, really?

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In such an environment, if Muirsay were to admit to her relationship with Kane, the news would likely spread instantly from Rhine Life to the entire Colombian economy, and even make headlines in entertainment news.

But she didn't do that. When faced with several curious subordinates, her answer was:

"We're just going to the premiere. I invested in that movie, and the script was written by your Director Kane when he was in college. Remember to go see it during your vacation! It's our work."

Although Muirsey didn't care about empty fame, she hoped that this work, into which she had poured her heart and soul, would receive the recognition it deserved. She even put on airs as the director and campaigned for votes on the spot.

"Hey—Director, is this considered a task you assigned? Can I get reimbursed?"

"Of course not—yue漪IXSZ霖柳私起疤紦—but I'll get you some insider movie tickets, so look forward to it."

"Oh! Thank you, Director!"

Several young doctoral students gathered around her, chattering excitedly, all saying they would definitely make time to support her. She easily brushed aside their initial gossip.

Perhaps she was indulging Kane, turning a blind eye to his "multiple relationships" and letting him enjoy the company of many women; or perhaps Muirsey didn't want to alert him—after all, she didn't know who Kane's other women were and didn't want to be stabbed in the back and miss a good opportunity.

So for now, it's best to slow down a bit. Of course, if Kane dares to toy with her feelings, Muirsey guarantees she'll throw him in the river!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A fully armed special operations team escorted a specialized medical land vehicle into RheinLife.

This was part of the deal between Kane and Mostima: to heal Remian. She had been struck by an etched bullet and possibly also suffered a magical shock; although she still showed signs of life, she remained unconscious.

After examination, Lateran Hospital concluded that her body was slowly repairing itself, and that performing surgery prematurely would be extremely risky—all they could do was maintain her life and continue to observe her.

Mostima didn't want her friend to become a cripple, so her deal with Kane naturally included healing Remian.

Kane kept his promise and immediately dispatched a special operations team from the Structural and Security departments to Laterano to make contact; Mostima returned with them, found Remian's parents, and promised to cure their daughter.

Faced with the assurance from their daughter's best friend, they had no reason not to believe it. Thus, this special patient was transferred from Lateran to Colombia. Next, Seria and her elite team would be responsible for curing Remian.

As Remian was wheeled into the operating room, Mostima's heart pounded with anxiety, and she still couldn't completely relax.

"Don't worry, the doctors you just met are probably among the best in the land. If even they can't help, then... all we can do is rest and wait for a miracle."

If it really comes to that, Kane won't let it go. As a responsible master, he will naturally repay Mostima's loyalty.

Judging by the odds, something bad is about to happen in Ursus as well—Kane wouldn't mind barging in and having Mon3tr "invite" Kal'tsit back.

Time ticked by, and finally the operating room door opened—Saria, dressed in a white coat, strode out. Mostima's eyes immediately followed her.

"The surgery was a success—the bullet has been removed, and I performed initial repairs on her damaged spine, but nerve recovery will require her to do her own rehabilitation training. I will personally treat her at every subsequent stage."

The spine and bones are all related to calcium—and in this field, Saria is an authority. It's likely that no one in Laterano possesses this kind of Originium Arts; their development and application of Originium Arts are far inferior to Columbia's.

Saria opened her hand, and in her palm lay the deadly etched warhead.

Mostima glanced at it, staring blankly—clearly, because the Andorn squad members used different calibers of firearms, the bullet specifications alone could determine who fired the shot.

Mostima already had the answer in his heart.

Kane wasn't curious about the answer. He put his hand on Mostima's shoulder.

"You can wait for her to wake up. After that, you'll have to come with me on a mission."

Mostima's abilities are crucial to Kane's upcoming plans, and will directly impact Rhine Labs and even the future of Terra.

"I understand, I will definitely go."

Mostima had received her report—the following morning, Remian awoke from her coma, looking around the unfamiliar room in a daze. The surrounding nurses were overjoyed and quickly notified the family.

“Mostima…where is this? I don’t remember the sanatorium in Lateran being like this.”

More striking than the room's furnishings were the people around them—among the medical staff were Felin, Liboli, Rupert… while Sakta was the only one present.

"This is Colombia. You are badly injured, and Laterano's technology cannot heal you."

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Remian's memory was still stuck on that chaotic battle. She had tried her best to avoid hitting vital areas, but it seemed... she had still caused a lot of trouble for everyone.

“Miss Mostima, the patient has just woken up, and we need to record the situation…”

"Of course, thank you for your help. Remy, please cooperate with the doctor. I'll come back later."

"Well, I will."

After the medical staff finished recording, Seria also came over in person. She gently pressed her hand on Remian's lower back to check on her recovery.

"Miss Remy Yue-Yi Qi Ba, Shi Qi Si Wu Liu An, your wound has not fully healed yet. In daily life, please try to avoid putting pressure on your lower back. With continued rehabilitation training and the assistance of my Originium Arts, you will recover your health."

"Yes, thank you very much."

Remian's personality, like her hair color, was gentle and understanding. She was very grateful to the serious doctor in front of her, and sincerely thanked him.

"The duty lies."

With Seria's assurance, Mostima was finally able to explain everything to Remian.

She recounted slowly, from the aftermath of Andorn's actions to the reaction of Remy's family... She also admitted that this was "Azazel's" territory, and the person who had completely disrupted their lives had now become their lifeline.

As for the fact that she had given everything to Kane… she chose to keep it a secret. It was her own choice, and she didn’t ask for anything in return from Remi’s life.

"Huh? Mostima... what happened to your neck?"

Remi'an sat on the hospital bed, while Mostima peeled fruit beside her. As she looked down, strands of her hair and the gap in her hood revealed her neck.

With her sniper's keen eyesight, Remian noticed a glaring black mark on Mostima's fair skin.

Mostima paused for a moment, then calmly brushed her hair aside. Beneath her blue hair, a black mark was clearly visible—a wolf's head pattern branded on the side of her neck. The black mark, blue hair, and dim halo gave her an eerie appearance.

"Because I've been confirmed as a fallen angel, I've now become a messenger of all nations. You know, people outside Laterano aren't so easy to talk to, so this is... a kind of deterrent."

"Hmph... Compared to this rebellious culture, I think the deterrent power of the Yi Ni (six) Shan Er E (nine) Qun gun is much stronger."

"Carrying three weapons at once is too cumbersome."

Mostima is now focused entirely on her staff and firearms... because of her fall from grace, she has no intention of using them anymore.

"Oh dear, don't lead Xiao Le astray."

"With her talent, she might just learn it on her own one day."

"She doesn't have the guts."

The two angels chatted amiably. After explaining everything, Mostima prepared to accompany Kane on his mission.

"They transported you from Lateran to Colombia, and I can't even bear to look at the bill. I have no choice but to work to pay off the debt."

"I will help when I recover."

"You should take good care of yourself so that all my hard work will be worthwhile."

After Mostima left the ward, Remian's smile gradually faded, and she became somewhat melancholy. She knew very well that such a favor was not free, nor could it be repaid with just one or two missions.

Because Mostima fell from grace, her senses were impaired, and Remyane couldn't perceive her emotions; however, she was adept at reading people and could tell that Mostima was hiding something.

It seems I have to follow the doctor's instructions and get better soon; I can't let this idiot wear himself out.

Remien sighed and calmed herself down to sort out her thoughts.

Outside the ward, Mostima's cheeks were flushed—she was covering her neck as if it were burning hot.

The idea naturally came from Lappland. She seemed to want to turn her initial "spur-of-the-moment" idea into a tradition. When Mostima first met her, Lappland displayed the refinement of a Syracuse "aristocrat," using a friendly attitude, generous tactics, and the patient guidance of a senior to make Mostima lower her guard.

They formed an alliance. Lappland sincerely hoped that they could become Kane's right-hand men in the future; and as proof of being "one of their own," she and Mostima also got a wolf head tattooed on their foreheads.

Compared to the wild and unrestrained Lappland, Mostima still retained basic values. The wolf's head mark was etched on her body... as if it were some kind of mark.

Just like when Mostima was in Laterano, she would write her name in her textbooks every semester to avoid confusion; now, Kane's name is imprinted on her in the same way.

How could I possibly tell Remy Ann about something like this?

The next day, Mostima, having composed herself, was ready to go. She changed into the energy-converting suit made by Rhine Lab, and, holding the "lock and key," prepared for the fierce battle.

"Relax. Although we look like we're going to have a tough battle, in reality—this mission is more likely to be a sightseeing tour."

The defense section members are also ready, along with personnel from the scientific research section.

"Alright, everyone in the engineering department must be getting impatient. Let's go!"

The Rhine Life Special Operations Team quickly set off, leaving Trimont and venturing deep into the wilderness.

After the convoy arrived at a small mining platform, Kane began the handover with Director Nasti.

"Are you sure you've found it?"

"Hmm. Matches the previous reference materials. Kane, what's in there?"

The taciturn banshee unusually asked a few more questions. As the most learned race among the Sarkaz, second only to the liches, the banshee knew much about the Sarkaz's past.

Therefore, she was both curious and wary of the pre-civilization.

"It's unclear. It may hold the hope of saving the world, or it may be a plague that destroys the world. But whatever it is, it will be in the hands of Rhine Lab."

"Hmm... I'm going to the next location. I'll take care of this as soon as possible. These disguises won't last long."

Colombia has many such ruins hidden underground. And Colombia's consistent policy is—whoever finds them owns them. Given their unique nature, the government rarely mentions them.

Most of the friction within Colombia is related to the struggle for this "gift".

Chapter 93 The Message Left by the Doctor

As the defense department forcibly cut open the heavy alloy door with specialized tools, the ancient relics of a civilization that had been sealed for thousands of years were revealed to the Terrans for what seemed like the umpteenth time. But this time, what awaited them was either nectar or deadly poison.

"Be careful not to damage the items inside. If you encounter anything you don't understand, immediately ask the research staff; they know more than we do. In case of an emergency, prioritize the safety of the personnel. Even if this place collapses, it doesn't matter; lives are more important. Do you understand?!"

"Yes, sir."

This coordinate is one of the locations that the doctor once provided to Kane. It is highly likely that the interior contains experiments related to life sciences. Originally, the doctor hoped that Kane could integrate these technologies and explore ways to improve himself.

But Kane didn't choose this easy path; instead, he obtained the core blueprints of the Ama series in the most direct way. Now, he didn't want to waste this information—if he could find clues to a cure for Oripathy from these life technologies, that would be ideal.

From a technical standpoint, this should have been the research domain of the Structural Engineering Department, which is managed by Saria. However, the Structural Engineering staff are only skilled in laboratory work or clinical surgery, etc.—more academic subjects. Asking them to collect and record data in the "perilous" field is simply too much of a challenge; their physical strength, perception, and ability to react during labor are all inadequate.

The scientific research department is full of experts in this field. Archaeology, restoration, exploration, recording, and the ability to escape after a ruin collapses—it must be said that a department where everyone holds an adventurer's license and academic certificate truly has its own unique skills; both their thinking and behavior are quite unconventional.

Kane led his team through the ruins, the metal floors echoing hollowly. Defense personnel tested the environment using various methods, but ultimately failed to trigger any alarms or traps. The researchers, already impatient, immediately pulled out their equipment and began attempting to extract the remnants of the pre-civilization.

"Heaven-Moon Chair Abandoning Tumor (Part 1) Mountain Goose, the paper document is so well preserved... No! Don't touch it! Record it electronically first! Don't be fooled by its current appearance as a piece of paper, it might crumble into dust if you touch it."

"Electronic signals... there are still remnants, which can be translated. The terminal designed by the Commander and Director Kane can really record them."

"..."

Although the researchers appeared somewhat flustered, no accidents occurred, and they quickly preserved all the technical data they could obtain. Those items that were severely damaged and beyond repair had to be reluctantly abandoned.

But Kane was prepared – that's why he brought Mostima along.

"Come on, show us your abilities."

"Theoretically it is possible, but this is my first time trying... I'll do my best."

Mostima looked at the completely unresponsive storage unit in front of her and felt a little uneasy—she had tried to recall broken blankets and bitten fruit; but she had never actually tried this kind of high-precision electronic device before.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. We'll make money no matter what, it's just a matter of how much."

Kane's words reassured Mostima somewhat. She began to activate Originium Arts, allowing the power of time to wash away the already damaged storage units.

Under the influence of time, the storage unit appears to "rewind" visibly, like a movie playing in reverse.

The researchers around them were stunned by this "miracle." They suppressed their excitement and did not make any loud noises to disturb Mostima.

"Okay, this is probably my limit..."

Mostima's forehead was slightly sweaty; using this special Originium Arts was quite a burden.

"That's enough. Let's see if we can export the data."

Under Kane's instructions, the researchers quickly connected to the line and checked the terminal feedback.

"Yes! Director Kane! It's really possible! Miss Mostima, please do join the Scientific Research Division—your Originium Arts are crucial to Rhine Lab and the scientific research and archaeological endeavors of the entire world!"

The expedition leader was so excited he almost knelt down to beg. But Mostima was no longer a free agent; her future was not her own choice. If Kane wanted her to do this—then she wouldn't recommend starting the research certificate exam tomorrow.

"Unfortunately, Miss Mostima has more important tasks to attend to. Today is just an exception; she will come to help occasionally in the future, but don't expect to rely on her long-term."

"how so……"

Clearly, Kane couldn't fully grasp their enthusiasm. In his view, the most valuable artifacts in Terra were probably these relics from a pre-civilization era. The other crafts and luxury items were insignificant.

Saria's Originium Arts can manipulate calcium, so will Originium Arts that can manipulate gold or gemstones appear in the future? Rather, it has existed in the long history of Originium Arts—those artifacts probably originated from their hands.

With Mostima's assistance, the scientific expedition progressed rapidly—the defense, engineering, and scientific research departments worked together to quickly empty the several discovered sites.