Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

"Be careful."

Fiameta could still manage to make some clear sounds. She pulled the grenade launcher she was carrying on her back to the front and held it horizontally, aiming it at the bakery. If there was any disturbance, she would blow it to rubble.

"I think I heard something?"

A series of piercing shrieks emanated from the bakery, the sound waves materializing like pebbles falling into a calm lake, ripples spreading out of the bakery and shattering large sections of fragile items in the surrounding buildings.

Mostima and Fiameta had pills in their mouths, forming circular shields around their bodies that barely blocked the indiscriminately spreading sound waves. However, this also accelerated the consumption of the pills, and Liboli even accidentally bit one off in one go.

How could this be?

Suddenly, a figure flew out of the bakery and crashed to the ground.

Liboli's eyes widened suddenly. She looked up at Mostima, while the fallen angel covered her mouth, afraid to make a sound.

What's the doctor doing here?

They weren't mistaken; the person who flew out of the bakery was Mike, wearing a black coat with the Rhode Island logo.

Earlier, when Mike was walking down the street, he thought he heard someone calling him, but considering that this was the core of the source of the distortion, anything could happen, so he didn't respond.

He didn't realize something was wrong until he entered the bakery.

Everything inside the building was charred black, a complete ruin left after the fire. Nothing was left, but looking inside from the outside, it was perfectly intact, with golden bread still displayed in the cupboards, emitting an enticing aroma.

He immediately concluded that the shop's exterior remained pristine because the year on the street was 1064, while the year inside the shop was unknown.

The year 1064 represents the source of the distortion in beautiful memories, while the bakery is the nightmare that haunts the other person for life.

Immediately afterwards, a series of shrill screams came from deep within, and it seemed as if Mike had been hit by something, sending him flying.

Dr. An was not suited for the front lines at all. His physical resistance was poor and his stamina was insufficient. He could not even withstand sonic attacks.

However, an unexpected incident occurred at this moment.

As Mike lay on the ground, he turned his head and immediately saw Fiametta, whose face was filled with terror, and Mostima, whose expression was complex and whose emotions were indescribable.

Damn it.

How could he appear in front of his former operators looking like this?

Surprisingly, although the Lateran duo saw him fall to the ground, they did not come to help him up.

The fallen angel approached little by little with faltering steps.

The red-clad Liberi behind him shouted, "Mostima, don't go over there! Everything you're seeing is an illusion, it's not real! The Doctor is dead!"

"I know."

Mostima shouted, but she still went to Mike without hesitation.

The fallen angel's hands trembled as she tried to touch the man's face, but when her fingertips were halfway up, she slowly lowered them again.

Those pained yet deeply affectionate eyes gazed at Mike.

"Doctor, I haven't even told you that I like you yet, and you've already left me."

Hearing this, Mike understood a lot.

The Lateran duo believed him to be an illusion created by the source of the distortion.

But Mostima couldn't control his emotions and couldn't help but come over.

Fiameta was even setting up a grenade launcher, looking fierce and menacing. He was ready to fire a grenade at the slightest movement.

"Mostima, what are you doing here?"

Mike stared at her as well, and the fallen angel was stunned, then suddenly understood.

The Doctor is an illusion created by the source of the distortion, representing the most beautiful memories in the heart of the fallen angel. Therefore, he knows nothing about the past, and everything remains before the accident.

"It's nothing, it's just so good to see you."

Mostima stretched out her arms and hugged Mike tightly.

Red Liberi had a splitting headache. He had clearly said it was a hallucination, so why did he take it seriously?

Being so close to the source of the distortion, something unexpected might happen.

"I love you, and I hate you."

"Mastema."

"But we must say goodbye. I will always remember you."

7. From now on, I don't like you anymore.

Tears welled up in her eyes as the short-haired angel spoke her heartfelt farewell, saying goodbye to her past self.

Sure enough, seeing the doctor from her memories was her punishment.

Perhaps time can heal all wounds, but that's a long, long time from now.

If they can't be together, they can wait 200 years; perhaps time will calm all their emotions.

Mostima released his grip and retreated step by step, with two or three meters between them, yet it seemed as if a galaxy was embedded between them.

"From now on, I don't like you anymore."

Their attitude was firm and resolute.

They gazed at each other, saying nothing, responding with silence.

Fiameta was unable to determine whether or not to fire the grenade.

“You are here.”

Kal'tsit's cold voice came from behind.

Ms. Felin, dressed in a traditional Ursus robe, arrived with her pet, which finally eased the oppressive atmosphere.

However, Kal'tsit quickly turned her attention to Mike.

"I apologize for showing you this embarrassing scene. He is a projection I created. I think it would be more appropriate for the Doctor to handle the current situation."

"Is it just a projection?"

Mostima remained silent; it was Fiame who spoke, unable to resist asking, "Dr. Kal'tsit, wouldn't this be like a necromancer, desecrating the peace of the dead?"

Mike felt incredibly strange. Just moments ago, Red Liberi had been pointing a grenade launcher at him, but now he was speaking up for him. He seemed like a really nice guy.

"Not counting."

Kelsey shook her head.

"The current PhD is a personality simulated and calculated by PRTS. Due to limited computing power, there are very few things it can do, but it can still recognize one or two people."

It turned out to be the case.

Fiameta nodded, no longer doubting.

The fallen angel showed Kal'tsit great respect: "Rhodes Island's advanced technology is truly impressive."

PRTS accomplished with ease what even the Lateran Notary Office couldn't, reminding her of the time they played Hellfire together in the game pod.

Those scenes were so realistic that they believed the sea creatures had actually broken through the coastline and reached the land, and that humanity was on the verge of extinction.

After repeated explanations from the technical staff, they gradually felt relieved, because they could adjust their pain perception through the game pod. Even if they were killed by Hai Si, they could quickly revive in the Iberian Holy City in the rear and continue to join the battle.

So it's just a game.

With this in mind, Mostima had an idea.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, I wonder if this process can run independently of PRTS?"

"Sure, what do you want to do?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll discuss it with the doctor once I've thought it through."

The conversation ended there; Mostima didn't want to continue.

Kal'tsit made two gestures, indicating that she should stand up, and as expected, Mike stood beside her without saying a word, just like a robot.

The man recalled the few words Kal'tsit had given them when they entered the illusion. The lynx had thought through all the troubles they might encounter from the very beginning and had proposed solutions.

Mike just felt something was off; Kal'tsit was giving him a heads-up.

“I have learned through investigation that the bakery is the source of the distortion, but I do not know the specifics.”

“I saw the doctor go in and then get beaten up and thrown out; he probably knew something about it.”

Kal'tsit looked over, her eyes implying that it was time for you to speak.

The two, who had always had a great understanding, could communicate with each other through their eyes. Mike described in a calm tone: "The situation in the bakery is special. Only by going inside can you see the aftermath of the fire. It's almost impossible to find any clues. Moreover, there seems to be a voice inside that doesn't want me to get close."

"awesome."

Mostima exclaimed in admiration, meaning she was amazed at how impressive Rhodes Island's artificial intelligence technology was.

"Could we approach this from an external perspective?"

Fiamet looked eager to try. All three of them guessed what Li Boli was thinking: blow up the bakery with a grenade launcher and solve the problem once and for all.

“We can wait a little longer,” Kal'tsit interrupted her. “We still have one helper who hasn’t arrived yet.”

"what?"

So there were other people besides them?

"he came."

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and black snowflakes drifted down from the sky. The iconic entrance scene immediately reminded the Lateran duo of the Ursus center-back.

"I didn't expect Dr. Kal'tsit could get someone like that to come. Won't the Lungmen authorities have any objections?"

Kal'tsit remained silent; she was focused solely on resolving the issue, and Lungmen's opinions were not within her consideration.

"Lord, you have indeed found the source, and the people of Lateran. It seems you are well prepared."

Kal'tsit's words did not receive a direct response. She pointed to the bakery and said, "The source is here. My men went in and tried, but it didn't work. We need to think of another way."

"No need, I know he's inside, let me do it."

……

Longmen City.