The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

It sounded a bit confusing.

Qiao Yelan suddenly opened her eyes and jumped up, raising both hands to pinch the height from which the sound came.

Then he was surprised to find himself feeling weak, unable to even lift his upper body.

"Don't get excited. You've slept for a long time and need to recover properly."

He looked at the person who was speaking, glanced at them, closed his eyes, and glanced at them again.

He was jolted awake when he saw a beast-eared girl playing a doctor role coming to wake him up.

"Although it's funny how you look every time you wake up, please don't waste your attention on that."

The other party sighed helplessly.

"You have to let me accept reality. After all, it's not easy to accept that the world has changed after you sleep—and what do you mean by 'every time'?"

Qiao Yelan opened her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her, asking a question.

"It means you've woken up like this many times already."

She stretched out her arms and helped Qiao Yelan sit up on the hospital bed.

The man then had a chance to look at the doctor, who had green eyes and white hair and was wearing a doctor's white coat. Of course, the most eye-catching feature was the pair of animal ears on his head.

He shifted his body and discreetly slipped his other hand under the pillow.

"Are you looking for your scissors? They're under your pillow in your bedroom. This is the medical ward; we can't allow patients to touch dangerous items here."

The doctor poured a glass of water from the kettle next to him, tested the temperature with his lips, and handed it to Qiao Yelan.

The man coughed awkwardly twice, took the water glass, and drank it.

The other party seemed to know his personal habits very well.

"My name is Qiao Yelan."

"I know."

"Um, may I ask your name?"

"Kal'tsit, or Ama-9, call me whatever you like."

Kal'tsit answered calmly, seemingly unconcerned about being addressed like a numbering machine. She reached for the water glass, poured herself another glass of water, and placed it on the bedside table.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, may I ask what happened? Where is this place? And why am I here?"

Qiao Yelan asked with a hint of helplessness.

"Of course—this is the Babel Tower industrial area in Kazdel, and you're in a ward in the medical department. As for what exactly happened, that's a long story. But before that, to convince you, you can touch my ear first. That will help you believe what I'm about to say, Dr. Joe Yelan."

Kal'tsit moved closer to Qiao Yelan, lay on Qiao Yelan's lap, and exposed her entire head and neck.

Caught off guard, the man could only reach out and touch those ears.

Warm, fluffy, and irresistible.

So I touched it again.

I touched it again.

Kal'tsit lay in front of him, letting Qiao Yelan stroke her.

"Cough cough cough, alright alright, I believe your ears are real, please continue."

Qiao Yelan knew to keep his distance, and Kal'tsit stood up. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that she also seemed reluctant to part.

"Then I will begin with a brief description. You can read the paper documents for more detailed information after the recovery."

She quickly adjusted her mood and returned to her calm, strong-woman persona.

Qiao Yelan listened to the other person's words as if they were from a foreign language. If the other person's ears hadn't been so good that even he, a biology PhD, hadn't noticed the flaws, he certainly wouldn't have believed it either.

"...So humans have disappeared from this land called Terra, and now various demi-human races with characteristics of ordinary or mythical creatures from the past have established a world order using the Originium Industry system, and there is also the incurable disease, Oripathy?"

Japari Park, right?

Qiao Yelan was completely numb.

He's just a student who hasn't graduated yet. Does he really want to wake up to this kind of thing?

"So...am I of any particularly important use?"

He could understand if it were a 40k Terran, since a pure human would definitely be treated like a treasure by the Empire. But the question is, what need does this Terran have for a human?

Should we establish a museum for rare animals?

"Because you represent the continuation of civilization."

Kal'tsit said to him very seriously.

Qiao Yelan also put away his expression and looked at Kal'tsit seriously.

“We are not the only survival plan, but in tens of thousands of years, I have not found any survivors from other plans. There are some ruins and some dubious myths and legends, but as for humans—you are still the only one.”

“I know it’s hard for you to accept what I’m saying right now. You have some time to adjust, but please adjust your mindset as soon as possible.”

Qiao Yelan keenly noticed the gloom on the other person's expression.

"What's wrong? Is something urgent?"

"Yes, it's very troublesome. The reason I woke you up is not only because I need to use your wisdom, but also because it would make it easier to escape. But you should rest first. These things are not urgent. I have already made arrangements for the retreat, and it may not even come to that."

Kal'tsit tucked him in, then turned to leave.

So I'm actually a member of the underground Communist Party.

Qiao Yelan scratched his head, still feeling a sense of unreality. He had also read "The Truman Show," and although he felt he had no value worth being teased like this, reality is the most magical thing. Who knows what men are thinking?

"Dr. Kal'tsit, I don't know why you think I can help you, but could you tell me what trouble you're in? Although I know I'm very weak, I don't think it's anything physically demanding, is it?"

he asked tentatively.

"......All right."

Kelsey, who was about to leave, paused for a moment and sighed.

"I'll go get some documents. You lie here and don't move."

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P.S.: The protagonist's college roommate is just a small Easter egg. Lao Yue is the protagonist of another book of mine that hasn't been published yet. It's a purely imaginative and quirky original work with a very short outline.

Chapter Three: The New Sister Demon King

When Kal'tsit entered the ward, Qiao Yelan was staring at the blue kettle on the bedside table, lost in thought.

"PhD?"

"Huh? I haven't gotten my PhD yet."

"...Actually, you got it."

Qiao Yelan was confused by what the other person said, but she quickly focused her attention on the documents the other person had brought.

“We are facing a lot of problems. These problems are not the result of accumulation, but rather the result of several conflicts that should have occurred later this year, which have all piled up together.”

"The most pressing issue right now is how we can continue to establish ourselves in Kazdel."

A world map was placed in front of Qiao Yelan.

"Kazdel... no, how did we manage to stand here?"

Qiao Yelan was shocked. This godforsaken place bordered Ursus to the north, Great Yan to the east, Rembito to the south, and Syracuse to the west.

This place can no longer be described as a battleground; it's a hot potato. In the past, its importance was equivalent to the Panama Canal and the Suez Canal stacked together.

"I suggest we just run away."

Qiao Yelan gave up on treatment altogether.

"No, the situation in Kazdel has stabilized. External forces have lost interest in this place, and it is currently controlled by the Sarkaz twin kings—Theresis and Theresia, the brother and sister."

Huh? This can actually stabilize? The Continental Bridge, is this place really a place where non-four factions can gain a foothold?

"Why not just find a king to serve under?"

"...Those two siblings are in cahoots."

Qiao Yelan typed a question mark directly.

What's the political situation like in this godforsaken place?

Is it because it's too primitive and lacks political struggle, or too advanced and represents a world of universal harmony?

"They were all promoted by us."

That's fine.

"The political environment here is quite complex. The Sarkaz are divided into multiple races, and each race has its own powerful figures. There are also several [Race Courts] that are considered as trump cards. For example, Theresa belongs to the Sarkaz Court."

"The thrones of Theresis and Theresia are not secure at present, because neither of them is destined to be the Demon King. You can think of this title as the destined ruler. Only by having this title can the Sarkaz truly submit."