Arknights, I'm going to beat Kal'tsit, really?

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“I had a nightmare… I dreamt that I was… murdered by those guys.”

Muirses lied to Kane for the first time. Was it to conceal the true nature of her dream, or was her clever mind subtly anticipating what might happen next?

Kane got up and walked to the bedside, taking Muirsey's hand in his—it was very cold, which made him worry.

“I’m right here. You’ll be fine. Trust me.”

Kane still thought Muirsey was frightened and dutifully comforted her.

So warm, so reassuring...

But Muirsay then made an unexpected request.

"Kane, just like that... please don't let go, okay?"

"Um... Muels, you might not have noticed, but actually I'm quite tired too... and I need to rest, don't you?"

Holding hands with a girl certainly triggered Kane's masculine instincts and brought him some pleasure, but holding hands like that all night long is still a bit excessive.

"Then...would you like to come up and sleep with me?"

"!?"

"I'll sleep here, you sleep there. Just like that... holding hands."

At Muirsey's suggestion, Kane picked up the blanket and lay down on her bed—luckily, the elf lady had bought a large bed to sacrifice space for better sleep quality, and after the two of them lay down, there was still room for another person to squeeze into the "separation zone" between them.

Muirsey felt relieved and was able to get a good night's sleep.

But Kane's thoughts were in turmoil.

Having a friend of the opposite sex stay overnight is already a serious breach of boundaries. Considering what happened today, it can barely be explained by mutual protection.

But what about sharing a bed?!

Kane lacks practical experience, but has a wealth of theoretical knowledge.

I remember this situation as a woman's silent invitation. Any man would have taken action in this moment. If she's already in bed with you and you don't dare to make a move, that's not gentlemanly, that's cowardly!

Kane's mind flashed through countless lessons from "relationship gurus." He mustered his courage and tried to look at Muirsey—

But all he saw was a peaceful, sleeping face. Feeling the pressure in his palm and gazing at Muirsey's pitifully sleeping face, Kane's jumbled thoughts instantly vanished. He let out a soft sigh and whispered:

"Good night."

Chapter 70 Muirsey's Confession

The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Kane slowly woke up, but immediately noticed something was wrong—the cold hand she had held tightly last night was gone, and Muirsey was nowhere to be seen. The half of the bed she had slept on was completely soaked, as if it had been doused with a whole basin of water.

"Müllseth!?"

Kane instantly snapped back to reality and hurriedly called out the Elf's name, but the room was empty and there was no response.

His heart sank—he immediately rolled out of bed and quickly scanned his surroundings for clues. He hadn't noticed anything unusual last night; had he been sleeping too soundly?!

"Kane! I'm here... Don't worry."

Muirsey's voice came from the bathroom, sounding visibly panicked.

"What happened... your bed is completely wet. You wouldn't be...?"

Kane was about to say, "You didn't wet the bed, did you?" but then he thought again, something that could soak half the bed like that couldn't be a simple matter. Muirsey must have encountered some unexpected situation, and that was precisely why she was panicking.

Bang!

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and a muffled voice came from inside, muffled by the door.

"Kane, what are you thinking?! It's not bedwetting! Anyway... get me some clothes first."

Were they taking a shower? But why didn't they bring any clothes with them?

Although Kane was puzzled, he quickly took a set of clothes from the neatly folded clothes on the bedside table and handed them to Muirsey.

The bathroom door opened a crack, revealing half of Muirsey's face, the rest hidden behind it. But she may have forgotten—the door was made of frosted glass; although details were obscured, the general outline and color were still faintly visible.

This half-hidden state is all the more alluring, making people want to unveil the mystery and explore the beautiful scenery behind it.

Kane handed over the clothes, which Muirsey quickly took and slammed the door shut. The vibrant color behind the door receded rapidly, becoming blurry.

A moment later, Muirsey opened the door, but the shame and indignation in her eyes as she looked at Kane were even more intense. Her shimmering eyes seemed to suggest that the slightest bullying could bring her to tears.

"Uh, you look...not in a good mood?"

Muirsey didn't say anything, but just glared at Kane with those pitiful eyes, then quickly walked to the wardrobe, took out two light green undergarments, and then quickly hid back in the bathroom.

Oh… so she wasn’t wearing a bra? Then that means…

Even the usually composed Kane couldn't help but feel a slight unease—he began to recall what he had just witnessed. He had given Muirsey a loose T-shirt and jeans; and Muirsey had indeed been wearing a T-shirt, which covered most of her skin, but her lower body… he hadn't seen the jeans.

So just now she actually…!?

After a while, Muirsey finally came out dressed—she was wearing a loose T-shirt and light blue jeans, exuding youthful and beautiful energy.

Kane stood in front of the bed, looking at the bed that was mostly soaked—clearly, he needed an explanation from Muirsey.

"Kane, can I trust you?"

"Did the female lead in the movie I watched yesterday say the same line?"

"Yes, in the end, the male protagonist died to keep this secret. But it's okay, he will be resurrected by Originium magic in the fourth part."

""

Kane looked at Muirsay helplessly—they had only watched two movies yesterday, and this guy had already spoiled the plot of the fourth one without hesitation.

However, it was this unspoken understanding and banter that convinced both of each other's attitudes. Kane would also keep Muirsey's secret, just like the male protagonist. Muirsey, in turn, bravely revealed everything about herself for the first time.

“Actually, what happened yesterday… wasn’t my true form.” Muirsey explained as she demonstrated, raising her hand and countless water droplets gathered in her palm, coalescing and growing larger until they formed a water ball the size of a basketball.

With her further guidance, the water sphere slowly changed and shaped, becoming a miniature version of Muirsey, waving at Kane and looking absolutely adorable.

“To avoid excessive contact with Originium, I usually go out this way—even when I accepted your invitation yesterday. I’m sorry, Kane, I lied to you.”

Muirse apologized sincerely, though she thought it might be hard to accept—in the Terran mindset, using Originium Arts to cover up the truth and mislead a friend was definitely a form of "deception."

But Kane, being an anomaly, doesn't mind—if this clone possessed independent consciousness, and Kane's friendship was with "it" rather than "her," he would definitely be very angry, because that clone is now "dead."

But Muirsey always controlled her clone herself. She could hear what Kane said; and her responses were also of her own volition.

In a sense, isn't this a unique form of "online friend"? How convenient it would be if all online friends in the world could be like Muirsay.

"So, that unusually clear water in the bathtub that day... was your true form?"

That's truly amazing. Terra's Originium Arts have a huge range of skill levels, but this kind of spell that can completely transform the body into elements must be extremely advanced—after all, who would have thought that water, which is so common in daily life, could contain deadly dangers?

"Your mind is working really fast right now."

Kane had assumed that Muirsey's tactics were only realized after Rhine Lab was established, thanks to its advanced technology—but he never expected that the elven lady, who valued her life, had already prepared a countermeasure at this time.

Now, it's a small bathtub in a student apartment; in the future, it will be a vast water storage area for the Rhine Life Ecological Park.

"However, if you unfortunately contract Oripathy in the future... you must believe me. One day, I will conquer this disease."

"Huh? Kane, your profession has absolutely nothing to do with medicine."

Muirsey remembered Kane's major, Originium Applications, which was barely related to Oripathy, but Kane didn't look like someone who was going to be a doctor.

"That's right. However, the company I'll be starting in the future will include this research project."

"Huh!? You're starting a company?! Damn it, you never told me before!"

She's taken the bait! Previously, Muirsey had never revealed her future plans to Kane, but now their relationship had grown significantly closer. Kane was confident that their past friendship alone was enough to draw Muirsey into Rhine Life's future.

"Well then—welcome to our team."

"?"

What does "us" mean?

Chapter 71 Lappland, appearing out of nowhere!

"Oh, my esteemed master. It is all the better to see you safe and sound."

Lappland reappeared at Kane's house. Unlike the previous intrusion, this time she came at Kane's formal invitation. Kane had originally planned to work with her to eradicate the Colombian gangs that dared to plot against him.

Kane has obtained crucial intelligence—the agents have been taken over by the military. Regarding the exoskeleton leak, the military must have conducted thorough interrogations, and incidentally, investigated the gangs behind them as well.

The military certainly wouldn't kindly notify Kane, but Kane needed to prosecute these men who had attempted murder—and the military clearly wasn't planning to simply hand them over to the judicial system. Thus, the two sides made contact, and Kane obtained detailed information about the employer behind the scenes.

“Lappland, your prediction was accurate. The declining Texas family is indeed being underestimated. But unfortunately, none of us are Texas.”

"So, we should solve this problem in our own way?"

"Of course."

With the progress of the Rhine Life project, the four founders were no longer willing to waste their precious time on campus. They quickly entered a state of "involution"—their academic progress was already far ahead of schedule, and they would soon be able to obtain their respective degree certificates.

With spring break approaching, Kane naturally had time to travel to other cities in Colombia.

"lets go."

"As ordered."

A gray wolf and a silver wolf set off from Trimont, passing through several remote cities in Colombia. Wherever they went, they inevitably brought about the complete annihilation of local gang families.

Because these gangs weren't powerful enough, their downfall didn't cause a national sensation like the "Texas Night," but it still garnered significant attention locally. Local gangsters were troubled by the lack of new partners after the gangs disappeared; the police, on the other hand, were overjoyed—gangs and police were inherently at odds, with long-standing grudges.

Ordinary people who had been oppressed by gangs applauded the move. This might not make their lives instantly better, but at least they no longer had to worry about their meager possessions being violently taken away.

After completing all of this, Kane and Lappland moved into a manor owned by the Texas family.

"Those who slipped through the net are your responsibility to handle."

"Of course. Thanks to your kindness and support, I now have many capable men under my command. Even the Saluzzo family is no match for me now."

Kane was able to control Originium. Following Lappland's successful precedent, he was certain of what his strongest asset was.

The land of Terra is not short of infected people. Many of them are thugs driven to desperation by life; but a considerable number are intellectuals, veterans, technicians who have fallen from grace... Kane only needed to search a few areas where infected people gathered to find a large number of useful talents.

Kane didn't explain much, but simply took out unlabeled syringes—as the medicine was injected, their Oripathy was suppressed to a very low level. Although not cured, they were at least freed from endless suffering.

This is the initial sample. In the future, my company may be able to develop a medicine that truly cures Oripathy.

This is Kane's propaganda. In reality, it was just a very simple nutritional supplement; he simply used his abilities to control the Originium within the recipient's body during the injection.

The desire to survive overwhelmed everything, and the yearning to return to the clouds became the fuel that burned incessantly.

In this way, Kane recruited a large number of capable individuals for the Texas family. Lappland also realized once again what Kane had said that night—Syracuse was too small, and those short-sighted families fighting for power over petty gains were hardly respectable, let alone elegant.

Lappland was certain that her current overall strength surpassed that of the Saluzzo family. If she were to return to Syracuse with her current power, wiping out several families would be no difficult task.

However, she has now lost interest in it—having seen the wider grasslands, she is no longer satisfied with the small, confined room of her childhood.

The two sat in the empty hall. Since no one was around, Lappland took off her coat, revealing her undergarments. The fitted clothing clearly outlined her curves, and Kane, who had seen her before, could even recall the paleness of her skin.

The Colombian profanity is back again.

Kane forced himself to look away and shook his head.

This is a new problem that has recently appeared in his life. For some reason, his attention has been unconsciously drawn to women lately, and his mind is filled with more and more distracting thoughts. He doesn't consider himself a slave to desire, but his body's reactions are undeniably real.

Should I see a psychologist after this?

Kane thinks this is probably a lingering effect of Muirsey's experience...

"My master, what are you thinking about?"

Just as Kane was lost in thought, Lappland suddenly moved closer to him. She leaned forward, almost pressing her entire body against him.

The slightly open neckline, the beautiful face, and the wafting scent of Syracuse perfume all made Kane's heart skip a beat.

“With your intelligence, you should be able to guess what I’m thinking.” Kane chose to avoid the direct confrontation and threw the question back to Lappland.

"I guess—that's what you're thinking about."

As she finished speaking, Lappland reached out and slowly pulled down her collar, revealing her collarbone and underwear.

"Lappland, do you know what you're doing?"

Kane felt his blood rushing and burning—this was definitely not normal. His body had never been so out of control.

“Of course I know.” Lappland’s voice carried a hint of amusement.

“I noticed it when we met a few days ago; you’re in heat, aren’t you? Ah, judging from your reaction, you don’t seem to understand this situation yet. Hehe, just like our animalistic parents, humans also have moments when they are driven by instinct. However—this situation usually accompanies atavism.”

In other words, it is extremely rare for someone like Kane to be controlled by biological instincts without any obvious atavistic traits.

But so what? Lappland felt his burning gaze. Whether out of obedience to her master or as a choice of the opposite sex, she didn't mind Kane's caresses.