NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

Why go to such lengths? She's just Niki, and not even that powerful.

[You're not my girlfriend, so please don't ask me annoying questions like "Why do you like me?", "What do you like about me?", or "Why are you so good to me?".]

[Snow White, do you really want to know why I saved her?]

[So annoying, because she has big breasts, big breasts! Is that even okay?! Why so many questions?! Is she planning to be a scientist?!]

[Anis, the antidote will destroy the NIMPH nanobots in your brain through your bloodstream. From now on, you will be the same person you were before, and you will experience intense negative emotions again.]

Anise, now you have two paths to take.

First, Bai Xue and I will continue to increase the bargaining chips. I will have her take you to the elevator in the outer edge of the Ark. In that lawless area, no one will check your identity. You can live in the outer edge for a while.

Second, pretend to have amnesia. Listen, you no longer have NIMPH in your brain. The central government's brainwashing of you is ineffective, and the memory scan of you is also ineffective. You don't recognize anyone. Leave the rest to me.

Remember, if you take the second path, you might still be sent to the ground, and there won't be a NIMPH to help you suppress your fear. If you show any fear, you'll be immediately exposed.

Anise, which one do you choose?

Which one should I choose?

Which one?

Commander, I choose number...

[No. ……]

Drip—drip—drip—drip—drip—

The rather annoying monitoring sound dutifully beeped the moment Phoenix slowly opened his eyes.

Hmm, the smell of disinfectant spray...

So I'm in a hospital?

His thoughts were like a downloader without a subscription, slowly and inefficiently squeezing out toothpaste. If there were a mutated, intelligent cannibal in this world, Phoenix felt his thought process would be about the same speed.

ark?

Memories of repeatedly surviving near-death experiences on the ground began to surface, and when the sound of Lecher's machine gun echoed in his mind, he subconsciously clenched his right hand.

Subsequently, a strange, novel, and eerie sensation traveled through his neural synapses to his brain.

hand,

It's still there.

However, in terms of touch, Phoenix immediately became certain that his right hand was not the original one he was born with.

The sensation of his index finger and thumb rubbing against each other was so eerie that it sent chills down his spine.

It's like having your feet pressed down for an hour, your calloused soles rubbing against each other until they're completely numb. You can't say you don't feel anything, but if you try to distinguish the material just by your fingers, that's pure fantasy.

I clearly remember having Snow White relay a message to Lapi: if he hasn't woken up by the time we return to the Ark, tell the Central Phoenix Commander that he is an evolutionist and does not accept prosthetic implants.

Lhabi could not possibly forget his instructions, so the only option is for the central government to unilaterally enforce the implantation of the prosthetic body after hearing his statement.

Who is it?

Ingrid and Anderson both operate on a policy of politeness first, then force. Even if they wanted to install a prosthetic limb on him, they would at least wait until he woke up and then use negotiation and pressure to force him to comply.

Mastin typically wouldn't take the initiative to participate in these kinds of matters, and Shuen lacks the intelligence for it.

However, the short, stout deputy commander Burningham is highly suspicious. He appears weak and incompetent on the surface, but he is actually quite shrewd and has a particular fondness for the "act first, report later" approach.

As for the other deputy commander, Dovan, he's just a high-level good-for-nothing who focuses on infighting. He's no different from those rebellious eunuchs in the previous life's history and looks down on small fry like me.

Could it be Anik?

What is its motive...?

Just as Phoenix was wondering who had forcibly attached the prosthetic right arm to him, a soft alarm sounded from the door of the intensive care unit.

Ding-dong-

The newcomers were neither Pepper or Merry, whom Phoenix had hoped for, nor Burningham or Shum, whom Phoenix had worried about.

She was just a female doctor in a white coat.

"Lieutenant Phoenix, this is your attending physician, Harley. We need to conduct a full medical examination on you. Please cooperate."

"Ah."

After Dr. Harley removed a bunch of electrode patches and an oxygen mask from his body, Phoenix, who felt some discomfort in his right shoulder, slowly sat up from the hospital bed.

how to say……

The left and right sides are not very balanced, and I may need to tie some weight plates to my left arm in the future.

"Lieutenant Phoenix, your prosthetic body replacement surgery was very successful. The rejection reaction between the nerves and the micron-sized mechanical components was quite weak."

All the prosthetics replaced in this surgery are the latest military-grade prosthetics from Ark, including the right arm, both lungs, and ribs.

Because the military requires your right arm to have at least seven days of full-power operation capability, we replaced your right lung with an energy core, and your left lung with a micron-level gas exchange device. In terms of oxygen exchange rate, this device is theoretically 4.3 times more efficient than a biological lung.

As the explanation progressed, perhaps out of her love and pursuit of her profession, it was easy to hear from Dr. Harley's tone that her emotions were somewhat heightened.

"In addition, considering that prosthetic ribs would put a high load on your body, we have added an auxiliary metal support module to your entire spine."

If you experience a feeling of something stuck in your back or lower back, this is normal. The sensation is expected to disappear within three to eighteen months.

"What is the success rate you calculated for this surgery?" Phoenix couldn't help but ask curiously after listening to Dr. Harley's summary.

Having attended the Central Military Academy for a year, even though he only learned the basics of each course, he still knew very well how low the survival rate was after large-area prosthetic surgery.

According to Ark AI's calculations, the survival rate for this surgery is 5.309%.

"?"

Someone who seriously doubted that he had misheard suddenly turned to look at the doctor.

"How many???"

"The survival rate for this surgery is 5.309%, and the disability rate after survival is 51.625%," Dr. Harley said with a smile. "Lieutenant Phoenix, don't worry, you are very lucky. Based on my current examination, your surgery is so perfect that it can be included in textbooks as a classic case."

"..."

Phoenix was initially only dissatisfied with the leader who ordered him to undergo surgery.

Now, he feels that if he has the chance in the future, he wants to shove a gun into that bastard's mouth and fire a shot.

Ding-dong-

The door to the ward opened again.

Two officers in dark green uniforms walked into the intensive care unit expressionlessly, their shiny leather shoes making a delicate crackling sound on the cold floor tiles.

"Doctor, how is Lieutenant Phoenix recovering?"

One of the officers, with high cheekbones and slightly sunken cheeks, said coldly:

Is it convenient to move around?

"Yes, the lieutenant's health is recovering well, just as expected." Dr. Harley maintained her straightforward personality.

After hearing this, the officer with high cheekbones nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, then I'll trouble Lieutenant Phoenix to come with us now."

"Hey bro, what you're saying sounds like you're going to a military court."

"This is a military order! Lieutenant!"

"Uh... I'll look into it."

Seeing Phoenix's smirking face, the officer felt somewhat embarrassed by his reprimand, and the arrogance and disdain in his eyes finally sneaked out of his pupils.

Ha, he's just a naive civilian cannon fodder who's never seen the world, thinking that just because he came back alive from the ground he can talk to the descendants of these glorious soldiers.

He's just a clueless idiot.

Meanwhile, the clueless fool was also thinking to himself:

The order wasn't explicitly stated, but the person was eager to take him away, suggesting it was a private order from a high-ranking military official.

Although this idiot's attitude towards me wasn't good, it wasn't deliberately pretentious or targeted.

This suggests that the person handing over the orders didn't value him too much, at least not in front of his subordinates, showing either goodwill or malice.

In short, let's rule out that eunuch, Duowan.

So, the only remaining options he knew of were Anderson and Burningham.

who can that be?

……

……

boom! ! !

"Speak! What did you talk about with Niki, the Pilgrim?! Where did Niki, the one named Anise, go?!"

“Sir, I really did ask that... well, you call her Pilgrim? Let’s call her Pilgrim then. Anyway, I asked that Pilgrim for help, and she saw Anise’s condition and said she could help me heal Anise. I watched her mess around and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I passed out.”

"Stop playing dumb with me, you son of a bitch!!!"

Inside the interrogation room, which was entirely made of welded steel plates, the ferocious-looking interrogator, Yak, suddenly slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his leopard-like eyes fixed on the tourmaline eyes of the prisoner across the table.

"You! You motherfucker! How did you know that pilgrim could solve the erosion problem?!"