Chapter 84: Are You Worried About Me?
Chapter 84: Are You Worried About Me?
Although Steven had already decided to leave Rhodes Island, he didnât immediately go to Kal'tsit to explain his decision.
In fact, he didnât even know exactly where he was right now. Besides, there were still quite a few things he needed to take care of before leaving.
For the next few days, Steven genuinely lived a relaxing and carefree life.
If he wasnât hiding away with some of the seasoned elite operators, drinking and playing cards, he was hanging out in the patient room of the three Abyssal Hunters, watching them argue and fight while taking the opportunity to pet his adopted daughter.
Time flew by quickly like this.
However, once those elite operators finally fully grasped the rules of Dou Dizhu and Mahjong, it became harder and harder for Steven to win money off them.
As for Skadi and her crew, they hadnât changed much. Now that Steven wasnât actively interfering in their fights, they were at least evenly matched.
The only exception was that Specterâevery time a fight ended, she would turn to Steven and invite him to spar with her in an expectant tone, as if she was really looking forward to another round.
Of course, Steven never agreed.
Pointless things donât become meaningful just because you repeat them.
The good thing was that, as time passed and their relationships grew closer, Gladiia had also become much more comfortable with them. Maybe before her memory loss, she had already been on good terms with them, so there werenât any awkward barriers between them.
This reassured Steven.
If Skadi and Specter could take care of Gladiia, he wouldnât have to worry about her as much.
After observing them for a few days, Steven found that, aside from Specter being a total lunatic, Skadi was actually pretty easy to read.
She wasnât good with words, tended to space out, and had a very clumsy way of expressing her emotions and thoughts.
To sum it upâsheâs a little slow.
But precisely because she was so straightforward, Steven trusted her more.
If everyone were as cunning and shrewd as Kal'tsit, he wouldnât feel comfortable leaving Gladiia in their care.
As for Kal'tsit and Warfarin, they have been busy lately.
Ever since Steven miraculously treated that infected girl, the effects of his healing had been so shocking that they had been studying her nonstop.
As a result, he hadnât seen much of them in the past few days.
Well, aside from Warfarin trying to sneak into his room at night every now and thenâonly to be promptly picked up by the collar and thrown out the door.
Kal'tsit, on the other hand, stuck to their usual arrangement.
Every night, when she brought Mon3tr to Stevenâs room, he would catch a brief glimpse of her.
But that was it.
She didnât say anything cryptic or ask any tricky questionsâa rare thing.
Meanwhile, Gavial, who had promised to be Stevenâs research subject, insisted on dragging him along every day to examine Rhodes Islandâs infected patients.
Even though Steven knew absolutely nothing about medicine, she would patiently explain everything to him, answering his endless questions.
Thanks to her, Steven finally learned to differentiate between the worldâs major racesâat least well enough to stop calling people things like âcat-girlâ or âdog-girl.â
Of course, Steven wasnât just listening.
Whenever Gavial was completely stumped by a particularly severe case, he would casually throw out some outrageous suggestions.
For example:
âIf a patient's infection is too severe, why not just cut off the infected part and use healing art to regenerate it?â
To this, Gavial could only respond helplesslyâ
âYouâre overestimating the healing art of this world. Originium Arts may be impressive, but theyâre not miracles. Weâre still a long way from being able to bring the dead back to life or regrow limbs out of thin air.â
Hearing this, Steven started feeling that this so-called Originium Arts⌠wasnât as amazing as he had imagined.
In short, the past few days had been quite comfortable for Steven. But at his core, he was not someone who could just settle down and live a peaceful life.
And so, on another bright and sunny day, after spending half the night tinkering with Mon3tr, Steven returned the creature to Kal'tsitâand finally voiced his decision.
"I think itâs about time for me to leave."
Watching Mon3tr swiftly retreat behind Kal'tsit, Steven spoke in a casual, indifferent tone.
Honestly, if there was anything he was reluctant to part with, it was Mon3tr.
What a magnificent creationâpowerful, sleek, and even self-aware.
Unlike the puppets, villagers, or monsters Steven could summon, Mon3tr had something they didnâtâemotion.
If he had more time, and if he hadnât promised Kal'tsit not to harm Mon3tr, he would have loved to take it apart and examine its inner workings.
Oh well. Itâs not like he was leaving forever.
Heâd definitely return one day to continue his research.
âHm? But our research isnât even finished yetâŚâ
For once, a hint of confusion flickered across Kal'tsitâs usually icy expression.
She was well aware of Stevenâs daily routine on Rhodes Islandâby all accounts, he seemed to be enjoying himself here.
Why would he suddenly decide to leave?
Has something happened?
Had he grown dissatisfied with Rhodes Island?
That didnât seem likelyâhe hadnât really been interacting with many people lately.
"As for researching a cure for Oripathy, Iâve already done everything I could. I tested my methods on that girlâFrostleaf. Whatever you can learn from that is up to you."
Steven smiled.
He wasnât lyingâhe had used both milk and healing potions when treating Frostleaf.
If Kal'tsit and her team could actually figure something out from that, then good for them.
"Besides, I just want to go out and see the world. I want to meet the infected outside of Rhodes Island, to see for myself if this landâso ravaged by Oripathyâstill has any hope for a cure."
For once, Steven dropped his usual carefree attitude and spoke seriously.
During his time at Rhodes Island, he hadnât just been goofing off.
By following Gavial, he had met many people suffering from Oripathy and witnessed the determination of elite operators like Outcast who were fighting to cure them.
That didnât mean he had suddenly turned into some selfless savior, but at the very least, he had started considering ways to make their lives a little better.
At the same time, he understood that he had only seen a tiny fraction of this world.
If he truly wanted to make a difference for the infected, he needed more than just what he had learned here.
And, most importantlyâ
Ursus has mines!
If there were mines, how could he, a Minecrafter, NOT dig them up?
"I respect your decision."
Kal'tsit remained silent for a long moment before finally nodding slightly.
Steven had only come to Rhodes Island at her invitationâwhen he chose to leave was entirely up to him.
If there was anything to regret, it was her failure to give him a reason to stay.
"Are you leaving today?"
Locking eyes with Steven, Kal'tsit asked her question flatly.
After spending so much time with this guy, at least when it came to Steven, Kal'tsit had learned to efficiently extract the most important points from his words and condense them into the simplest possible response.
"Pretty much. I still need to say goodbye to some friends, and then I'll be off to continue my journey."
"Of course, you donât have to miss me too much. Like I told you beforeâif the day ever comes when you feel Rhodes Island has no choice but to dig out that âDoctor,â youâre always welcome to contact me. Iâd be more than happy to come back and meet them."
Steven stroked his chin.
The main storyline hadnât started yet, so naturally, he wanted to roam around while he still could.
But of course, he hadnât forgotten about the main questâafter all, it was the real source of points.
"âŚâŚ"
Kal'tsit stared at him with an expression he couldnât quite read.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Oh, waitâdonât tell me you actually consider me a friend? Do you expect me to say goodbye to you too?"
Steven raised an eyebrow.
It wasnât like he was going off to die.
Did she really need to look at him like that?
âOr could it be that she was actually a little reluctant to see him go?
On second thought, Steven figured that actually made perfect sense.
After all, he was a walking gold mine.
Letting go of such a valuable assetâwho wouldnât feel a little reluctant?
If the roles were reversed, heâd definitely tie himself up and dissect every last one of his secrets before even thinking about letting go.
"Ahem. I was just reminding youâUrsus is far more chaotic than you might expect. Itâs not just the infectedâyouâll also have to deal with the guerrillas, the military, and even some strange entities known as âCollapsals.â Youâd better be careful."
Kal'tsit cleared her throat, turning her face away.
But she still made sure to warn him regardless.
Even with his current level of strength, Ursus was no joke.
Unlike Iberiaâs Inquisition, Ursus' official forces werenât the type to play niceâand given Stevenâs personality, she wouldnât be surprised if he clashed with them.
That was not an outcome she wanted to see.
And as for those "Collapsals" lurking across the frozen wastelands⌠even she couldnât fully explain what they were.
"Oh? So should I take this as⌠you caring about me?"
Steven grinned at her.
As cryptic as her words always were, at least this time, he could hear something else behind them.
"Sigh, well⌠since youâre being so kind, I guess Iâll be nice enough to give you a reminder too."
Steven smirked, then looked at her seriously.
"Try smiling moreâit makes you look younger."
"And sometimes, thinking too much and saying too much⌠arenât good things.|
"No matter what, everything comes to an end eventually. If you try too hard to keep everything under your control⌠itâs only going to exhaust you."
If it was a battle of cryptic messages, Steven was more than capable of playing that game too.
After saying his piece, he fell silent for a momentâthen flashed her a grin.
"See you around, Miss Kal'tsit. Hopefully, next time we meetâŚ"
"Youâll seem a littleâhm, how should I put itâmentally younger?"
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