Ark of the Immortal

She still remembered who she had met, but she had forgotten the details of those conversations.

She knew that the road she had traveled would be very long, so long that ordinary people couldn't see the way, but she couldn't see clearly either.

Gently brushing the bed in front of her with her hand, Kelsey stood there, a switch in her mind seemed to be turned on.

Memories that appeared out of thin air filled her mind and crashed randomly in the palace of her mind.

She could only stand there, sorting out her memories bit by bit, finding the threads, and slowly smoothing them out.

Remember, the child sleeping on this bed is the boss of this room.

Theresa came up behind Kelsey again at some point, and slowly stretched her hand towards Kelsey's back.

Every time you come to check the ward, there is always this child next to the door, listening to what's going on outside. Once your footsteps appear, the children will immediately calm down and lie on the bed obediently.

Her hand was only ten centimeters away from the back of Kelsey's neck.

And those ten centimeters were blocked by Mon3tor's blade.

Mon3tor emerged from the shadows on the ground and let out a warning growl from his throat, preventing Theresia from touching further.

There was a flash of gloom on Theresia's face, but she took back her palm without caring.

She has enough time.

They call you mom, mother, and dear sister Kelsey.

Theresia's voice gradually softened. Just like the real king, kind and loving.

But what about you? What did you do?

The lower and lower voices gradually dimmed the light in Kelsi's eyes, and the surrounding vision and scenes continued to rotate in the darkness, and finally lit up again.

Now, what appeared around the two people was a narrow room.

The equipment in the room is very simple, with an experimental bed large enough for people to lie on it, and countless surgical props around the experimental bed.

The styles of those props are even beyond what people can imagine.

Rather than saying it is an experimental prop, it is more like some kind of torture instrument.

Not only does it have a knife with saw-like teeth, but it also has hammers for various purposes, as well as large scissors for opening shells and cutting skin.

There are even extremely flexible rope straps bound to the chair.

You treat life as a consumable to realize your own ambitions. Trying to resist your innate mission, use your hands to create creatures that deny your own existence.

You treat them as props, write nothing on this operating table, and ignore their cries and pleas for mercy.

In your eyes, there is only a future that you cannot see clearly, and a dream that is too humble to see the light.

Following Theresia's words, a short figure suddenly appeared on the experimental bed in front of Kelsey.

The figure couldn't see its face clearly, and its race couldn't be distinguished.

But in Kelsey's eyes, it was crying, shouting, and talking to herself.

Mom, it hurts! It hurts so much! My body feels like it's going to split. Stop tearing my body apart! My head, my head is going to explode!!

The sound grew louder and louder, until it turned into a roar that surrounded the ears, and then rose above it all and turned into nothingness.

Faced with such a scene, Kelsey still looked at the experimental table in front of her blankly. She was still trying to sort out the memories in her head that had been disrupted.

The scene in front of her overlapped with the scene in her mind, gradually overwriting her consciousness, and the fragments of the past were randomly combined in such an environment.

Kelsey raised her right hand tremblingly and rested it on the prop table next to her.

Her eyes were still staring at the operating table, watching the body that should have a vivid memory in her mind gradually fall apart and twist in the black chaos.

Finally, they are pieced together again with indescribable rules, and another incomprehensible cycle begins.

And even in this sight, Theresia's voice still echoed in Kelsey's ears.

Now, take a good look and taste it.

Oh, of course I don't mean to judge you, dear Kelsey. You know, I am on your side, and I have always maintained complete trust in you since you planned to become my staff.

I was just thinking, why would you forget? Forget everything you have done in the past?

Forget the memories on this ship, forget your cold-blooded self, and forget your experience as a child of the abyss?

You see, experiments always require sacrifices, and you know that. So is what you did wrong?

No, you achieved your goal. Your children are now forming a new kingdom on Terra.

The humans you created have become the rulers of the new world, so why do you think these memories are painful?

This sound gradually overlapped with the neighing on the operating table, turning into a meaningless murmur that even Kelsey couldn't understand.

In these mysterious and twisted words, Kelsey gradually understood the meaning of those whispers, and she began to transform into a strange state.

Mon3tor's body seemed to have lost its support, and the surface color began to dim and gradually become transparent.

Kelsey was still holding on to the prop table, her eyes never taking off the experimental bed.

The body that was bound and restrained on the experimental bed gradually solidified amidst the irregular twisting changes, turning into Kelsey's familiar body curves and familiar shape.

And Theresia’s whispers continued.

We, your children, understand your every thought.

But we simply can't do it, given your great ambitions and your determination to try to change the world.

Look, what has Terra become like now?

The differences between people are so obvious. The incomprehensible thinking separates everything. The Tower of Babel trying to reach the sky also fell apart because of your indecision.

Can you hear us? Our cries, the grins of those who succeed in their conspiracy?

Can you see? My lips parted at you as I fell before you?

Are you really going to be indifferent to this? Or are you going to continue to resist the gift from the land of your birth, continue to be enemies of your destiny, and be enemies of the heirs you created?

Or become a true guide, use your own hands to control every thread, let yourself control the direction of history, let the children be your helpers, and make the world what you want it to be?

At this time, the body lying on the bed gradually took on color.

As if being carved by a pair of invisible hands, the lines on the body gradually became clear, and every line became reality in front of Kelsey's eyes.

Finally, those eyes that Kelsey would never forget looked at her.

Theresa, who was tied to the experimental bed, said softly to Kelsey.

Now, a whole new road lies before you.

The girl who was bewitched by the evil spirit gave up her young life and devoted herself to a meaningless sacrifice with no future.

And you know, this is not your original intention. That is your most important person. Compared with others, her survival is your real wish.

Even so-called hope can only lead to the deepest darkness.

You were born in the abyss, tried to struggle, but never left the gaze of the abyss.

The children born from your hands have long heard the call from the abyss.

They are watching you, waiting for you to make the right choice. Lead them back to their destiny.

Therefore, you don't need to be afraid of the darkness. The time to feast on food has come.

Mon3tor's body turned completely transparent. Even if he wanted to return to the shadow under Kelsey, he couldn't.

Now Kelsey seemed to be completely isolated from the second-dimensional world. She could only stare blankly at the woman who smiled at her on the experimental bed.

That was her child, her creation, the one who called her Kelsey, waiting for her.

And on that bed, there was a buckle on the belt that tied Theresia.

The incandescent lamp clipped above her head emitted dark light, which reflected in Kelsey's eyes.

So, how do you choose? My mother?

Theresia's words gradually became softer. Like a child crying softly to his mother.

It hurts so much, mom...can you help me?

In silence, beside Kelsey's trembling lips, the hanging hair gradually turned dark black from the roots.

The roar in Mon3tor's throat could no longer be transmitted to Kelsey's ears.

Theresia slowly raised her hand and reached towards Kelsey who was close to her.

Kelsey struggled to stretch out her right hand and reached for the buckle next to the bed.

Her fingertips were only one centimeter away from the buckle.

Just untie it... Just untie it...

boom!

It was at this critical moment that a gap was suddenly opened next to the room that was originally dark and with no visible walls.

Outside the gap, the bright lights from the corridor shone into this originally black room.

A fixed blade is as unstoppable as a drill piercing the barrier.

The light lingering in the flames opened a huge hole in the black mist that originally blocked the connection between Kelsey and Mon3tor.

It also made Kelsey subconsciously retract her palm.

Kelsey turned her head and saw a head of purple hair and a pair of erect ears.

Dr. Kelsey...huh...finally, I finally found you.

The purple-haired kitten was injured all over her body, but she didn't care about the wounds on her body. The dark black filth left on her body was reduced to ashes in the illusory flames that were like projections.

Mon3tor also seized the opportunity at this moment and pierced the arm that was trying to touch Kelsey's face again, then turned around and pushed Kelsey away from the experimental bed.

Theresa, who was lying on the experimental bed, let out a shrill scream, and the pierced arm instantly turned into a twisted tentacle, smashing Mon3tor outward.

Rose...Melanza?!

Kelsey finally came to her senses now, holding her head in pain.

Why...why are you here?

Xiao Ke brought me here, she knows the way.

Melanza held the straight knife in her right hand in front of her body and faced the behemoth that was transformed from the weakness and evil thoughts of the human heart.

She is outside now, helping me block the monsters behind me. She said you are inside...although I don't know why she can understand those signs.

Anyway, it looks like you need help right now?

The kind little cat said to the doctor who had helped him.

Can I help you in any way?

Kelsey took two deep breaths, and her eyes gradually became brighter.

You've already helped me.

She had almost sorted out the memories and thoughts lingering in her mind.

Thank you, kid.

...

On the other side, Kiobe was using the ax and spear in his hand to tear apart the monsters that tried to come to her and drown her one by one.

And just at the corner behind Keobei, a figure took down the sign on the wall, turned it over, and hung it back up.

The side originally painted with a white cat head, a red skull, and an arrow, but without any text, was turned towards the wall by the visitor.

The sign that was flipped over again showed the direction to the safe passage normally.

This figure was wearing a black coat. He looked at the door that was smashed open by the purple kitten, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he turned and walked into the shadows.

433.Creator Kelsey

The person standing at the corner and quietly turning the sign over was of course the doctor himself.

Although this is Kelsey's trial, if someone intends to break the rules. Then he naturally has reason to give Kelsey a certain degree of help.

For example, give some small help to two children who happen to be on the tenth floor.