Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"The

Doctor-"

Amia on the side held the Doctor's arm even harder, and there was a hint of fear in her tone of concern - he had never seen the Doctor encounter such a strange situation.

"The Doctor... Are you all right?" Even

Rankopel on the side couldn't sit still, this situation he had encountered himself, just after Chernoberg first transplanted the Doctor's bloodline into the spiritual vortex.

At that time, his symptoms were exactly the same as those of the Doctor, and he almost got lost in it and couldn't get out of it - but it also means that the Doctor probably obtained some key clues about the pre-civilization.

So Rankopel immediately asked:

"Did you see something, Doctor, is this golden source stone really left over from a previous civilization?

"Water... I need ice water..."

then the Doctor shouted with some difficulty, his eyes kept closed and unopened.

"The Doctor... Here it is... There is water here!" Lan

Keper hadn't gotten up yet, but he didn't expect that I didn't know where Amia had the strength to suddenly stand up at this time, quickly ran to the small source stone refrigerator in the corner of the room, and took a bottle of ice water from it.

“...... Towels are also available. And

he quickly took a clean towel from the table.

Boom....

The towel was wet with ice water and covered the Doctor's forehead to dissipate heat, while Amia carefully held the cup and fed the Doctor a small sip of water.

At the same time, he also turned off the source stone heater in the room, and now the doctor is obviously feverish, and he must first stabilize his body temperature to normal levels.

Amia and herself first carried the Doctor to the bed and lay down, but the Doctor's expression was still very painful—a pain that Rankopel felt.

"The Doctor... Do you need me to call the Doctor over?" Amia

still squeezed the Doctor's hand, hoping to make the Doctor feel her warmth and concern.

"You don't have to... I can face this information... They're part of my memory...,"

the Doctor said to Amia in a pained but firm tone.

"The Doctor..."

Amia was speechless, and could only wait quietly beside the Doctor.

"Uh..."

And the Doctor had just finished speaking, and more intense information, more fragmented information, struck like a blade - the process of piecing together was no less than a blade dance in the Doctor's brain.

Pain is a matter of course, even one of the luckiest consequences.

In fact, the Doctor could have chosen to avoid the flooding of these information streams - but that would also mean that this "awakening" he would not be able to harvest any useful information.

In fact, no one should think that their will is strong, once the pain reaches the upper limit, it can often directly destroy more than 80% of people's spirits.

Did the Doctor hesitate?

And his own brain suddenly flashed in addition to what Kelsey once said to himself before departure:

"Do you really want to recover your own memory?

"Believe me, it was definitely much more than exhaustion.

"And what scares you even more is that in the past, when it really came to you, you had to make a choice."

"What if the memories are too strong and your memories are completely disorganized, easily covering all your efforts and pulling you back to the abyss that you haven't climbed out of for countless years?"

Doctor, this question must be answered by yourself.

"You... Are you ready?" The

tremor of the Doctor's body suddenly stopped, and his breathing became less rapid and painful, and Amia next to him, as well as Rankopel, heard the Doctor's tone extremely calm, not knowing who to answer:

"I have... Be prepared.

So, more intense pain struck, this time the doctor's body trembled sharply, but no longer made a painful sound, but his fingers tightly grasped the mattress under him, extremely strong.

"Please let me... Explore my memories.

This time, the Doctor's tone was very firm, and he had to face his past—whatever his past was, and he could only face it himself.

Boom -

once the Doctor agreed, his spiritual world suddenly burst into turmoil—with the message transmitted by Rankopel, something in the Doctor's brain seemed to be pried.

......

The previous picture became clearer, and finally stopped at the scene

- it was an operating room, and he was lying on the operating table, his head had been cut out of a small window above his eyebrows -

and he could directly see the brain pulp inside.

Beside her, stood a long-haired woman wearing a surgical gown with a stern and worried demeanor, and there were no other medical staff around her.

"Presyth..."

The Doctor suddenly remembered the name—his tone was even extremely affectionate and caring, but he couldn't fully remember what kind of relationship the owner of the name had with him.

"Please... Horta. "

From another angle, I watched this woman, who was only in her twenties, put a tiny ... The chip was gently inserted into his own brain with tweezers.

"That's...?" At

that moment, the Doctor suddenly caught at an angle that there seemed to be a line of symbols on the chip that seemed to be letters.

"...!!" So

he immediately concentrated his energy, and then he saw that on the tiny chip, there was an even smaller, inscribed word: [

Docter]

That's the name of the chip... The highest AI masterpiece of mankind, its huge computing power is only one-tenth and can even dominate servers all over the world at the same time.

"My teacher... My husband, please make sure to survive. "

Preses surgically inlaid this chip, which was about one-tenth the size of a fingernail, into Ota Babelia... That is, in your own brain.

Since then, Dr. < > has become one with the human being Horta Babelia.

I see...... So it is....

I just... Dr. < >.

[Since you are even willing to sacrifice you to accept Dr. < > as a human part, it means that you have to incarnate the most meticulous, logical, and cold computing machine. [

But have you thought about it... Horta

...] [If even the most meticulous, logical, and cold machine fails...

] [What will happen next?]

Dr. Hum——!!!!!!!!!!

's body suddenly emptied, and the whole person's spirit suddenly disintegrated - in an unknown darkness, the body suddenly fell irretrievably, falling, falling.

The speed is getting faster, the speed is getting faster, the speed is getting faster.

"But

when the speed of the fall reached the extreme, it suddenly slowed down to a light like a feather falling, and the Doctor suddenly in this space... Be born.

There was silence all around, like a silent swamp.

"Amia..."

he didn't open his eyes, just called the name softly.

There was a dead silence.

"Rankopel..."

he called again, hoping to hear Rankopel's

voice.

There was a dead silence.

"Where is this?"

he muttered, but there was no reply.

"..."

The space here... Very thick, which is a very strange description, the Doctor tried his best to open his eyes, but felt that his eyelids could top the shriveled skin pulled down by the space.

However, when the Doctor opened his eyes completely in this place, there was a gray world in front of him—the ink in the sky was not so much sunlight as anti-color ink.

"A lot..."

The Doctor's gaze cast around, and everything in this space began to expand in the fourth dimension with his retina, and his vision became sticky with the space here.

"Tomb. "

All that comes into view is one monotonous thing, with countless combinations.

That's the tombstone.

These tombstones are scattered in a circle centered on the Doctor, so densely packed that you can't see the edge at a glance, and even if you look at the end of the horizon, these symbols of death are still there.

And it seems that he has become some kind of symbol, some kind of root system.

Doctor, he just stood still, but the light and shadow around him revolved around him, countless tombs seemed crowded, but each piece was independent.

Whose grave are those tombs?"

The Doctor saw in a trance that there seemed to be a line of text engraved on the tombstone in front of him—but the tombstone was still a few steps away from him, and the words on it could not be seen by himself.

But that line of words had a fatal attraction to himself—even a substance called an answer had begun to ferment in his mind, but the Doctor always had a sense of extreme foreboding.

"No... I'm going..." The

Doctor eventually took a step towards the tombstone—but the distance of just a few steps made the Doctor extremely difficult, and the space was pulling itself back.

"I'm going. The

Doctor looked determined, he threw off all shackles, space could not stop his steps, and the Doctor began to move forward.

Snap.

These tombstones had long since decayed, and the Doctor's foot only accidentally rubbed a slightly shorter tombstone next to it, and the tombstone collapsed into dust.

Finally

, the Doctor arrived at the tombstone.

He bent down hard, stretched out his hand, and carefully wiped the dust off the surface of the line, and the gray dust slowly melted on his fingers.

"That's not right... How could it be... How could it be..." The

Doctor saw the line clearly, the line of symbols that had long since withered, but it made the Doctor take a few steps back.

"How could it be..."

The Doctor immediately wanted to check the other tombstones—and the location of those tombstones changed, and the moment the Doctor turned around, they were already clustered towards the Doctor.

And the Doctor finally saw that all the tombstones had the same sentence written on them:

"Mankind has finally become, the dead God. 】