Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

The voice of a mature female Sarkaz was that of the elite operator Ascalon.

"Please come in."

Kal'tsit straightened her clothes slightly, returning to her usual rational and cold demeanor.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, I still have something to say."

"Although our path ahead remains shrouded in mist, the opinions of every member on Rhodes Island still have the potential to reveal the way forward."

Ascalon was already used to Kal'tsit's cryptic language. This Sarkaz, who, like Manfred, was a student of Theresis, expressed her attitude.

"I believe that it was a mistake for us to rely too much on the power of the Brass Ghost."

"He used the Doctor as a breakthrough to get close to Amiya, steal the Demon King's power, and imprison the princess."

"If Kazdel falls into his hands, the consequences will be unimaginable."

“I believe Amiya and the Doctor have most likely met with some misfortune. We must go to Kazdel no matter what—”

Ascalon's urgency was ultimately from Rhodes Island's perspective, even though deep down she still harbored resentment towards the Doctor.

This made Kal'tsit feel a little suffocated.

His former supporters are now putting him in a very difficult position.

"What if he didn't touch the crown at all?"

“That’s impossible! In recent decades, only Theresis has been able to lead the Sarkaz without using the power of the crown.”

"It's only natural that Sarkaz would be intimidated by the fact that he almost single-handedly crushed Victoria's most prized spear."

Kal'tsit, who has traversed the land of Terra for millennia, has witnessed similar cases. The behemoths that unleash their power are worshipped and revered by the people of Terra, a common occurrence throughout Terra's long history.

"Is this just your attitude, or yours?"

Kal'tsit gazed at the red-haired, red-eyed Sarkaz woman; without a doubt, this was her confidante.

She holds administrative authority over SWEEP, is responsible for Rhodes Island's "anti-infiltration affairs," and is also responsible for cleaning up some things within Rhodes Island.

As for herself, she wanted to make concessions to Loting.

But Ascalon seems reluctant.

"That's just my attitude."

Ascalon's tone remained firm.

"Are you doing this to avenge Theresa?"

"The 'Theresia' in his hands is not the living Demon King."

"Theresia is long gone, Ascalon, we must face that fact."

Avenging Theresa was not the reason SWEEP was founded.

But Kal'tsit only recently listened to the recordings of that meeting again.

SWEEP exists solely to guide Rhodes Island onto the route that Theresa desires.

Kal'tsit could hardly imagine what fate awaited her if the Creators discovered her plan to collude with alien races to decompress the Originium.

Even her "mother," the kindest and gentlest "prophet," suffered greatly and could hardly bear it at the time.

In the tragedy of the Tower of Babel, everyone is innocent from their own perspective.

The problem is that these positions sometimes cannot coexist, and choosing a position means having to endure the hostility of other positions.

“We dealt with many traitors when Rhodes Island was first established, Dr. Kal'tsit.”

“Those traitors, those who knew the ‘Demon King’s’ identity and tried to take Amiya back to Kazdel.”

Those followers of the "evil spirits" were then eliminated by Kal'tsit and Ascalon. Ascalon's concern was that this brass ghost was also a follower of the evil spirits, as he had brought the Doctor and Amiya to Kazdel.

"If that's the case, then why would he be an enemy of Theresis?"

"Just for the sake of secular power that means nothing to him?"

"He doesn't care who serves him, handing over all real power to the devil king of the Senate, which is unprecedented in history."

Kal'tsit's guess was correct; Lothing indeed did not support Precyth and the evil spirits.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been secretly competing with Precys.

Meanwhile, in Kazdel, Lotin made his final appearance before the Sarkaz subjects, and order and production in Kazdel were being restored—a good omen.

Ersula is also adept at handling these daily chores.

"Ready to return to Rhodes Island, Doctor."

Lotin made those who needed to be teleported away stay close to him.

This also includes W, whose "educational reform" was not completed.

"Sometimes, excessive kindness can make the recipient feel that you are too weak, causing them to become greedy and insatiable in their demands, Doctor of Rhodes Island."

"At least let them know who gave them the gift that allowed them to live, lest some arrogant fools take advantage of them."

Before returning to Rhodes Island, Lotin said these words to the Doctor with great earnestness.

The communication terminal on Kal'tsit's desk lit up at that moment, and an urgent voice came from it:

"Dr. Kal'tsit, the monitoring system has detected a purple halo with a meteorite phantom on the deck."

"Nautilus is about to arrive at Rhodes Island."

Which face did he wear?

"The chubby, fair-skinned one."

Kal'tsit suddenly felt her legs go weak.

Astronaut Nautilus.

She knew very well what it often meant when astronauts adopted this posture.

"Where are the Doctor and Amiya?"

"I'm safe and sound, Dr. Kal'tsit."

"Understood, do not obstruct it."

Kal'tsit terminated the communication.

"Ascalon, then go and see for yourself whether what you're worried about has happened."

Kal'tsit pushed open the office door and brushed past Ascalon.

"Long time no see, Dr. Kal'tsit."

On the astronaut's mask, blue pixelated dots flickered on and off.

"Who's behind you?"

"The former Demon King Theresa, but for now, she'll just have to float around for a while."

Lotin waved his hand, which passed directly through Theresa in her spirit form.

"It's not that imposter who resurrected the Pardoner."

Kal'tsit nodded stiffly, then turned to look at the Doctor, whose spirits had been completely renewed, and Amiya, whose gaze was firm.

"The ten rings are intact, and the crown is in good condition as well."

After Kal'tsit finished speaking, she turned to look at Ascalon.

Her expression seemed to say: He really didn't touch the crown.

“There’s no need to get any deeper into it, Ascalon.”

“You know what? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen celebrations and dances in Kazdel.”

Theresa floated lightly in the air, spinning aimlessly, sometimes even turning upside down.

The high demands placed on Sarkaz leaders in the past stemmed from the intense pressure of their surroundings.

However, the situation near Kazdel is no longer so tense, and leaders at a normal level are capable of supporting the reconstruction of Kazdel.

"Sorry for taking so long, Dr. Kal'tsit. Shall we take care of the backlog of work?"

The Doctor smiled and extended his hand to Kal'tsit.

That smile was different from the Doctor's usual kind smile, and for some reason, it sent a chill down Kal'tsit's spine.

"However, I don't want any discordant voices during work."

Upon hearing this, Kal'tsit's hair stood on end; this domineering attitude reminded her and Ascalon of "the evil spirit."

Chapter 167: A False Alarm

"Why are you so agitated, Dr. Kal'tsit?"

"Of course I'm willing to continue saving this land."

"However, I don't want the doctor-patient relationship to become as tense as it was before."

"We can't expect them to take advantage of us and then push their luck, right?"

The Doctor also thought a lot during his time in Kazdel, especially when watching Amiya and Theresa's farewell scene.

She thought that she had given these alien races enough chances in the past, but what she got in return was psychological manipulation and being subjected to psychological manipulation again after her memories were erased.

She remembered what Loting had told her before she left.

Don't let them take your kindness and hard work for granted.

After being reminded by Loting, the doctor finally understood.

Granting these unexpected acts of civilization life was a benevolent act of charity; granting these unexpected acts of civilization death was simply her fulfilling her former duty.

"Doctor, what...what do you mean?"

Kal'tsit was still in a state of mental paralysis; the former Doctor would never speak in such a tone.

"I am willing to save this world that has survived the catastrophe, simply because I am willing, nothing more, Dr. Kal'tsit."

“I don’t want my efforts to be taken for granted, so you know what to do, Dr. Kal’tsit.”

The Doctor gently stroked Kal'tsit's head. Even though she could easily lift the Doctor up with one hand, treating him like a grip strength meter, she dared not make a move now.

"I'll handle it, Doctor."

This was the only answer Kal'tsit could give.

The change that occurred in the Doctor was something Kal'tsit had not anticipated.

Even if you say she turned back into an evil spirit, she never intended to cover the earth with Originium.

But even if you say she's still the same Rhodes Island doctor, she can't be as blank as before, numbly fulfilling her "duties" according to the "path" that Theresa envisioned.

Her salvation of this land was nothing more than a gift from the Creator.

The Doctor's current dominance has made it difficult for Kal'tsit to adapt, and it has also alerted Ascalon.

"How can I be sure that Theresa isn't a puppet you're controlling?"

"What are you talking about? That's the real Theresa!"

"Can't you even confirm this?"

W stepped forward to refute Ascalon's argument, surprised that this former intelligence officer of Babel Tower could not recognize whether Theresa in front of her was real or fake.

"Stop arguing, my era is over."

"The era of evil spirits has also ended."

"Rhodes Island should no longer get bogged down in the quagmire of the past."

Theresa floated upside down in the air and landed next to Ascalon.

In a sense, she really put herself out there quite thoroughly.

“That’s the Doctor, the Doctor from Rhodes Island, I can assure you, Miss Ascalon.”

What Amiya saw was an exhausted person who, despite having the ability to choose "I'm tired, let's destroy everything," ultimately chose to save.

She simply didn't want to be driven forward by responsibilities that weren't hers to continue.