Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

“You have plenty of time, Lafsney. But you’d better make your decision before the Victorians regroup.”

"Once you've made up your mind, tell Dr. Kal'tsit."

After saying this, Lotin left Rafishini's private room. This outcome was completely acceptable to Lotin.

With this, the work to conclude the Lentinium incident is now almost complete.

"【The Scroll of Mountains and Seas】..."

"Its original should be a skin token."

But where will it be?

"If you fulfill the wishes of the people related to the Yan Kingdom, the chances of obtaining the [Shan Hai Hui Juan] skin fragments will be greater."

After a moment's thought, Luo Ting realized that to access this fragment of skin, he would probably have to make a trip to Lungmen first.

"Suddenly, I feel like the cooldown of [Teleport] isn't going to finish..."

Chapter 169: Do you even know what filial piety and righteousness are?

After returning to Rhodes Island, the Doctor's daily routine seemed unchanged; she continued to immerse herself in research on Originium and Oripathy.

The operators still saw a cheerful and smiling doctor.

Unlike before, she was able to get closer to the truth about Originium through her research on Anana, and find clues that the Originium Project had gone astray.

Theresa's stolen Originium access has been reclaimed by the Doctor, and she can now use Anana to interfere with reality to a certain extent.

Of course, this is without decompressing the Originium.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, report on the medical department's progress."

It was no longer Kal'tsit urging the other party, but the Doctor. She had now handed over the focus of drug development to Kal'tsit, while she herself was conducting research on Anana on her own.

Oripathy is a significant characteristic of the Originium Project going astray. Without understanding the underlying principles and causes, any treatment will only address the symptoms, not the root cause.

On the other hand, she was also trying to find the logs about Project Originium recorded in the Black Crown.

"Doctor, thanks to the significant easing of financial pressure, the development of the new drug has accelerated by at least 15%."

Kal'tsit's current attitude is more like that of someone treating a superior or elder.

"Financial management has always been your weakness, Dr. Kal'tsit."

“I still remember the devastating financial reports of Rhodes Island when you told me I was awakened from the sarcophagus.”

After Margaret effectively took control of the highest levels of power in Kazimierz, Rhodes Island's medical cooperation project in Kazimierz proceeded quite smoothly.

This filled a large portion of Rhodes Island's financial deficit.

However, this does not mean that Kal'tsit's poor financial management skills have improved.

"Mr. Nautilus's gold coins, which are practically a donation, allow you to hardly think about the cost and profit of new drugs."

“I know, Dr. Kal'tsit, I know that everyone has their strengths.”

Therefore, one should always act within one's means.

"Children who always depend on their mothers will be disliked."

Kal'tsit would probably find it hard to see the Doctor as a "kind mother" at this time, even though the Doctor was indeed her creator.

She did indeed have to wake the Doctor again because of Rhodes Island's predicament, and every time she encountered a problem she couldn't solve, she would try to figure out what to do.

This was true when she was with Theresa, and it was also true after Rhodes Island was founded. Both times the Doctor was awakened, it was almost entirely due to her personal reasons.

"Please don't do this, Doctor. I...I'm having a hard time adjusting."

Since Kal'tsit reawakened the Doctor from the sarcophagus, she had never drooped her ears like this in front of him.

“Kal'tsit, you are a smart child. I earnestly hope that you will not make the same mistake again.”

"We need to set a good example for Amiya, don't we?"

The Doctor stood up from the pile of instruments and gently patted Kal'tsit's slightly lowered head.

Today is the day the renovation plan she and Luo Ting designed together will be implemented. She could have gone to check on it tomorrow morning, but—

She could never forget the yearning look in the eyes of that Agor hunter.

Despite being her only kin, she was beaten to it by a small shark and now has to wait in line behind that orca.

No, the doctor said she couldn't accept it.

I have to go today, no matter what.

This is Rhodes Island's highest-security laboratory, and Kal'tsit did not linger here after the Doctor left.

She reminisced in the quiet corridor about her 20,000-year journey across this land.

Ha, aside from guiding the two powerful figures, the Witch King and the Khan, to fight against the evil forces, I can't say he's accomplished anything significant; it seems he's achieved nothing at all.

"Please forgive me, my worthless child, 'Mother'."

Kal'tsit leaned against the wall, covering her face and sighing deeply.

Meanwhile, in Loting's room on Rhodes Island, the engineering department was setting up the space Loting wanted to furnish—the activity center for the Retro Space Enthusiasts Association.

The renovation went on until late at night.

"Excuse me, what is that?"

"Space rocket".

"Is it like an airship?"

"No, it's used to explore places beyond the star pod."

"Did the Creators travel the universe using this kind of device?"

"To be precise, the equipment used when we first set foot in space."

In her spirit form, Theresa floated softly in the air, watching with great interest the various models Lotin had added to the room.

She marveled at the brilliance of the Creators' civilization; according to Lotin, these devices were merely antiques and souvenirs in the Creators' civilization.

Satellites that can act as signal hubs in space, and barrel-shaped space facilities that allow people to build giant structures in space.

The romance of exploring the starry sky filled Theresa with daydreams.

"However, it is too early for the inhabitants of this land to dream of such things."

In Lotin's view, the political and cultural development of Terra was disconnected from its industrial and technological development.

Victoria, touted as an old-school industrial powerhouse, didn't even have a standing army under the unified command of a centralized government.

The armies of the various grand dukes were nominally organized into a unified system, but in reality, they were equivalent to their private armies.

Despite its seemingly thriving commercial economy, Kazimierz still maintained a legal system of slavery.

The reason why Lotin went to great lengths to find reliable people to oversee these Terran countries was because he was afraid that they would ruin themselves.

"But what if you make them all grovel before your authority?"

"What are you trying to incite me to do, Theresa? I've already made plans to deal with the common disaster that will affect all of Terra."

Lotin stared intently at Theresa, who was drifting around.

"No, it's nothing. I just thought this was the plan you were pushing forward."

"Sorry, I made a mistake."

But Theresa felt she was right.

Meanwhile, Amiya glimpsed the Doctor walking alone toward a secluded spot, which, if she remembered correctly, was—Mr. Nautilus's temporary resting place.

"Where is the Doctor going so late?"

Amiya rubbed her sleepy eyes and groggily followed the Doctor.

"Alas!"

Amiya felt like she bumped into something.

"Shh-"

It turned out to be Dr. Kal'tsit, who had suffered another major setback, as could be seen from her frizzy, unkempt hair.

"Amiya, why didn't you go to bed on time?"

"I saw that the Doctor was walking towards that room converted from a warehouse so late at night, so I..."

"Oh, Amiya, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let you see these things."

Kal'tsit rubbed her forehead, unaware that the Doctor was approaching from behind.

"Alas!"

It turned out that the Doctor had gently pinched Kal'tsit's tail.

"Doctor, it's so late, what are you doing heading 'that way'?"

Kal'tsit couldn't help but start questioning the Doctor again, and she had a vague sense of unease.

"Alas, Kal'tsit, Amiya, you should both know how incredibly lonely I have been since I awoke from the sarcophagus once more."

“I always thought I was a completely different kind of alien in this land.”

“But it was from the Chernobog sarcophagus that I discovered that my fellow countrymen still live on in this world.”

“That’s my only fellow countryman, the only one who’s willing to support me and protect me…”

The doctor's voice trembled slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"Even if you're really looking forward to seeing the results of the renovation plan during the day, that's not out of the question—"

Kal'tsit continued to question her in a low voice.

"Hmph, that's enough! Don't talk to Mom like that again!"

"Kal'tsit, do you even know what filial piety is?"

"I created you, I gave you freedom, and now I can't even make Mom happy? Listen to me, take Amiya back to sleep, and don't stop Mom anymore!"

Chapter 170: Don't put on this kind of show in front of me!

"Doctor, you're in Kazdel... could it be that you've already...?"

Kal'tsit felt her legs go weak, and for a moment the world seemed to go dark. Had the Doctor really fallen for that guy's trick?

If I could be nicer to the Doctor and not always have such a sour face towards him, wouldn't that "Nautilus" be unable to take advantage of the situation?

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

The doctor shrugged, looking dejected.

“Doctor, even so, you cannot make such a hasty decision. Besides, his relationship with those two Agors is quite extraordinary.”

"That's why I can't wait any longer."

"Kal'tsit, be good, okay~"

The Doctor gently patted Kal'tsit on the shoulder; she didn't want to be too blunt in front of Amiya, as it wouldn't have a good impact.

"Doctor, Doctor, what are you going to do?"

Amiya had already noticed something amiss. She had thought that the Doctor, like Kal'tsit, was quite indifferent to that kind of thing, but she hadn't expected him to take such active action today.

"Amiya, go back and rest."

Kal'tsit already knew that the Doctor had made up his mind, so she tactfully pushed Amiya back to her room to sleep.

"But, Dr. Kal'tsit—"

"Rest, Amiya. Don't overthink it. Doctor, she should have her own time too."

Amiya's cheeks were flushed, and a wisp of heat lingered around her upright rabbit ears, but Kal'tsit had to remain calm as usual and brace herself as she led Amiya back to her room.

“Very good, very good. Hopefully, those two Agorians aren’t there.”

At the end of the dimly lit corridor, in a secluded, spacious room, a blinding white light shone through the open doorway.

The exposed steel structure walls have been re-electroplated into an extremely minimalist white wall, a table resembling an information desk, a holographic projection table emitting a pale blue glow, and various models of old spacecraft.