Chapter 817: The Old Fossil's Day of Suffering! Since When Did She Become So Popular?
"Has this world been destroyed?" Kaltsit asked, her voice cool and analytical, though her feline ears twitched with underlying tension.
Ren didn't answer her directly. Instead, he let the projection screen in front of them do the talking.
Within the despair-soaked world displayed on the screen, the four women witnessed a miraculous reversal. Ren descended from the heavens. Bathed in a god-like radiance, he effortlessly annihilated the King of the Void, the very entity responsible for the world's ruin.
But the apocalypse itself did not halt.
The dreaded Apocalypse Virus had already spread across the globe. Everyone had crystallized, their bodies transmuting into jagged, lifeless purple crystals. Out of billions, only four surviving girls remained in the desolate ruins.
"The human civilization of this world has been completely eradicated."
This time, Kaltsit didn't phrase it as a question. It was a cold, hard affirmation. In her calculating green eyes, a world reduced to a mere four females had already reached its absolute dead end. Four women could not reproduce. They could not multiply. In a world devoid of long-lived species, the moment those four grew old and died, human civilization would officially cease to exist.
"This world... it's just so tragic."
Nightingale, ever the most empathetic among them, lowered her gaze. Genuine sorrow pooled in her soft eyes. Without realizing it, her small hands reached out, her fingers tightly clutching the fabric of Ren's shirt.
"Don't worry."
Ren finally broke his silence. He reached down, his large hand naturally covering Nightingale's trembling fingers, offering a steady, grounding warmth.
"Even with the world reduced to such a state, they still made a choice."
"A choice?"
The four Arknights operators exchanged puzzled glances.
But the screen soon provided the answer, clarifying the true meaning behind Ren's words. They watched as the four surviving women approached Ren, practically begging him for children. They wanted to use their fragile, insignificant strength to somehow continue the legacy of human civilization.
"This is a futile effort," Kaltsit stated, her tone laced with clinical detachment. "How many children could four individuals possibly bear? also, they would all share your bloodline. The resulting genetic bottleneck would make it fundamentally impossible for a stable civilization to rebuild."
"Such an act... it should merely be considered their final, desperate wish," Nearl sighed, her golden eyes dimming. Even the Radiant Knight couldn't see a path to salvation for those four girls. Rebuilding a world from scratch was an impossible burden.
"Not necessarily, oh."
A mischievous, wicked smile curled onto Ren's lips.
Immediately after, the projection shifted, displaying a scene that left the four operators utterly shell-shocked.
"This..."
"You..."
The four women stared at the screen with wildly varying expressions. The footage showed Ren moving flawlessly between four different rooms, engaging in acts that defied polite description, acts that made the operators' faces flush and their bodies run hot.
He and those girls were actually serious about repopulating?!
Kaltsit's gaze darkened, her eyes narrowing into deep, judgmental slits. "You could have easily edited these specific clips out, couldn't you?"
"Hehe, of course I could have." Ren chuckled, his hand sliding down to gently caress the tender waist of the woman seated beside him. "But we need to set the proper emotional atmosphere, don't we?"
His predatory gaze swept over his captive audience.
Nightingale huddled against his chest, trembling slightly like a startled little bird seeking shelter. Nearl, the moment her eyes met his, awkwardly shifted her gaze away, a heavy blush dusting her usually stoic cheeks. Shining remained outwardly calm, her posture elegant and composed, but deep within her eyes swirled an incredibly complex, heated emotion.
Only Kaltsit, who had instantly seen through Ren's shameless intentions, felt a deep sense of helplessness wash over her.
They were trapped in this private cinema. There was no escape.
Ren, brimming with ill intent, even manipulated the projection to zoom in. He forced them to appreciate every high-definition frame of the intense communication sessions that gradually evolved into a full-blown, chaotic party.
The atmosphere inside the dimly lit room grew thick, heavy, and distinctly strange.
Unbeknownst to the girls, Ren had already gone on the offensive. Through a calculated campaign of intertwined fingers, lingering caresses, and stolen kisses, the mental defenses of Nightingale, Shining, and Nearl began to melt away like snow under a blazing sun.
He leaned back, a devilish glint in his eye. "So... who wants to go first?"
Four delicate bodies gave a simultaneous, subtle shudder.
In the end, it was Kaltsit who broke the suffocating silence. Suppressing the slight tremor in her voice, she volunteered, "Me."
"Alright."
And so, Kaltsit's performance began.
Nightingale sat frozen on the plush sofa, one hand covering half her face, though her fingers were parted just enough to watch. She shifted uncomfortably, her breathing growing shallow. Nearl and Shining sat rigid, completely unable to articulate the chaotic storm of emotions raging in their minds as they watched the usually unflappable doctor be dismantled.
Just as Kaltsit felt the overwhelming wave of pleasure threatening to push her over the edge into a blinding climax, Ren shifted his hips into overdrive. Driving a relentless, punishing rhythm, he suddenly leaned down and whispered into her ear.
"Kaltsit. Didn't I tell you earlier that their efforts were useful?"
Her face, already flushed a brilliant crimson, froze.
Kaltsit's brilliant, analytical brain had completely lost the ability to process complex thought under the endless, crashing impact of his thrusts. She stared at him, stunned, her lips parted in a breathless gasp.
"Look closely. See? Their efforts paid off."
Ren grabbed her hips and firmly turned her entire body toward the massive screen.
Nightingale and the other two, who had been hovering around him, caught in the gravitational pull of his actions, subconsciously snapped their attention back to the projection.
The explicit, atmosphere-building footage had vanished.
What replaced it was... a miracle.
They watched in breathless awe as the apocalyptic virus blanketing the world simply dissolved, erased from existence by Ren's sheer, overwhelming power. They saw ruined, crumbling cities reverse their decay, rebuilding themselves from the rubble. They saw the billions of humans who had been reduced to jagged purple crystals suddenly shatter their crystalline prisons, returning to flesh and blood.
An entire, ruined civilization regained its vitality in a single, stunning instant. All by the will of one man.
And that man was Ren, the very same man currently holding absolute authority over their bodies and souls.
The apocalypse of that alternate world concluded in a climax of shocking, world-altering miracles.
Coincidentally, this was the exact same climax Kaltsit was currently experiencing.
Nearl and Shining stared at the doctor. Kaltsit was completely drenched in sweat, her chest heaving, looking as though she had just been fished out of a boiling pot of soup. They were utterly floored. The mysterious, aloof, and supposedly omniscient Dr. Kaltsit, the woman who always carried an air of absolute control, had been reduced to such a disheveled, mindless state.
At the same time, a spike of nervous anticipation pierced their hearts. Would they end up looking exactly like Kaltsit? The thought of losing control so thoroughly in front of their companions was intensely embarrassing, yet secretly thrilling.
Slowly, Ren lowered the trembling, gasping Kaltsit back onto the cushions.
He grinned, a wicked, playful look plastered across his face.
"Alright, that movie is over. Let's switch to the next one. The rules of the game are simple: each of you has to last until one movie finishes playing."
He turned his predatory gaze toward the golden-haired knight. "Come on. You're up next, Nearl!"
Meanwhile, in another sector of Rhodes Island.
"Kroos, Ho'olheyak, FrostNova, Gravel... you all reek of Kaltsit. Where is she right now? I have an urgent matter to discuss with her."
A woman with messy white hair, glowing red eyes, and pointed ears grabbed the group of operators, interrogating them about the doctor's whereabouts.
Her name was Warfarin.
She was one of the oldest veterans of Rhodes Island. Her past experiences were shrouded in mystery, but her current role was absolute: she was the founder and chief manager of the Rhodes Island Blood Bank. Her deep attainments in medicine and the healing arts were legendary. Alongside Dr. Kaltsit, she had built the very foundation of Rhodes Island's medical system.
However, she was also a Sarkaz Vampire. Her personality was notoriously unreliable, highly eccentric, and her questionable antics frequently resulted in Kaltsit ordering her to be suspended from the ship's bridge as punishment.
"Sorry, we don't know where Dr. Kaltsit is either," Ho'olheyak, FrostNova, and Gravel replied in unison, shaking their heads.
Only Kroos puffed out her cheeks in a slight pout.
"She should be in the main meeting room. She told me she had to receive some important guests or something, and then she kicked me out." Kroos crossed her arms, complaining lazily. "And don't even get me started on W. She's always pestering..."
Pestering Theresa.
Despite her casual complaints, Kroos knew better than to speak that particular name aloud, fully aware of Theresa's special, sensitive nature.
"The meeting room?" Warfarin's crimson eyes lit up with sudden interest.
"Guests?"
FrostNova, Ho'olheyak, and Gravel exchanged a rapid, knowing glance. They all arrived at the exact same conclusion simultaneously.
Could it be Ren?!
"Let's go!"
Without another word, the four women spun on their heels and sprinted down the corridor, making a beeline straight for the meeting room.
"Huh?! Wait, if you guys are going, why are you dragging me along?!"
Kroos, who had been unceremoniously grabbed by the collar, stumbled after them, looking utterly bewildered by the sudden rush.
Seriously, since when did Kaltsit, that cold-faced old fossil, become so incredibly popular?
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