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"Go find a Advanced Healing Pod and get some rest. Time flows differently in the Tower of Desire. Your surgical scars are still there, and if you don't treat them soon, they might leave permanent marks, even though your hair will cover them," Rek said.
"I don't want scars; I want to look beautiful. I'm going to sleep in the Advanced Healing Recovery Chamber right now. By the way, before you leave, if possible, it would be best to bring back the hospital bed and equipment from that terrifying Tower of Desire space. I don't want anyone discovering it and causing a hassle for me later," Moon Goddess replied as she turned to leave the operating room.
"Moon Goddess, when you have time, you should also get a Genetic Mech. Your brain is now free of hidden dangers and limitations, almost like a normal human. Plus, your surgery was a complete success, but the price isn't over yet. You'll need to visit my other space occasionally to experience certain things. You need to have some combat skills to better face that space," Rek said to Moon Goddess, who was eager to leave.
After some consideration, Rek decided that after a while, he would let Moon Goddess enter the Biohazard World for training. In seventy-one days, if he couldn't break the curse, he would die. Leaving Moon Goddess in the Academy Fortress would give her some self-defense capabilities. After all, there was less than a year until the Alien Catastrophe would occur. Even if Moon Goddess made it to the Main World, it would be difficult for her as just a doctor to survive in a world filled with Alien Species.
Hearing Rek's words, Moon Goddess became completely agitated and started jumping around wildly.
"You still have space! Besides that terrifying Tower of Desire, you actually have another space? I won't go there; I'd rather die on the Surgical Table. I'm leaving! Don't come looking for me again; even if you do, don't let me into your space. You're just a big liar!" Moon Goddess shouted at Rek before running out of the operating room like a madwoman.
Watching Moon Goddess react this way, Rek smiled wryly. It seemed that copying ten thousand scriptures had really taken a toll on this High-Fidelity Robot girl. He realized he needed to postpone her entry into the Biohazard World for now and let her recover a bit. After some time had passed and she calmed down, he could bring it up again.
At this moment, Rek wasn't sure if taking on Moon Goddess as a Servant to eliminate the hidden dangers in her mind was the right choice. However, considering that he would die in seventy-one days if he couldn't lift the curse, making her his Servant was the safest option in the short term.
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In the Main World, in the ancient capital, the leader of high-fidelity robots, Hua Tuo, had begun arranging for two personnel hidden within the Star Alliance Military. He instructed them to secretly undergo brain surgery at a hospital under his control in the Main World, where special converters were implanted in their brains to change what they heard.
These two military personnel were then reassigned by high-ranking officials within the Star Alliance Military, scheduled to head to the Dark Space within the next few days.
Hua Tuo was also eager to verify whether the method provided by Rek for obtaining coordinates to the entrance of the Ancient Ruins truly existed.
"I hope this kid isn't lying to me; those energy crystals weren't easy to acquire," thought Hua Tuo.
In the dark space, in her single apartment, Master Muya was on her bed, wearing a white nightgown. She held a radio the size of a water bottle and spoke passionately about salvation, her eyes shining with excitement.
This speech, which had almost no audience, still thrilled Maya immensely.
"Humanity will not perish as long as belief endures, firmly believing that a spark can ignite a prairie fire.
The brief darkness is merely a trial before the bright world. As long as we believe, the future belongs to us humans. Our future will be free from war and disease, without poverty and hunger. For the sake of our descendants, you must be strong and break through all hardships—" Maya's impassioned voice echoed as she addressed her imaginary savior.
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Rek returned to his dormitory from the infirmary, pushing open the door to find Alice surrounded by scattered small parts in the room.
After the experience in the Death Flower Sea, Rek knew that these seemingly insignificant small components, once assembled by Alice, possessed power comparable to high-grade bombs from the Star Alliance Military.
"You’re back so early! Why didn’t you spend more time with the Moon Goddess?
I thought you wouldn’t come back tonight; I was ready to stay alone in the dormitory," Alice said, glancing up at Rek while continuing to assemble the bomb without pause.
"Didn’t you go shopping for supplies tonight? How many bombs can you assemble?" Rek asked Alice, now less afraid of the dormitory being turned into a bomb factory by her.
After all, whether he would survive in 71 days was still uncertain; dying sooner or later was still death.
"I should be able to finish several if I stay up late," Alice replied confidently.
"Do you need my help?" Rek asked tentatively.
"Have you ever assembled a bomb before or have any similar experience?" Alice looked at Rek with a hint of disdain.
"Forget it, you can pretend all you want. I'm going to take a nap," Rek said, carefully walking around the room, avoiding the parts scattered everywhere by Alice, and collapsed onto his Metal Bed to sleep.
"I need to get enough sleep while I'm alive; who knows if I'll be able to sleep after I die," Rek thought as he quickly drifted off into dreams.
Alice was still busy making her bombs with a clattering sound. The smell of chemicals and the noise in the room did not hinder Rek's sleep at all.
The next morning, Rek woke up to find that Alice had already tidied up the room.
Next to Alice's bed were four small round bombs, and she herself was putting on her Combat Suit.
"I was just about to call you when you woke up. Hurry and put on your protective Combat Suit. You don't need to wear the helmet; we can just head straight to the cafeteria for breakfast without coming back to change. I'm so excited! After so many worlds, we finally have a new mission to carry out," Alice said, stuffing the four fist-sized bombs into her Combat Suit's pocket.
Alice looked up at Rek, thought for a moment, then took out another small bomb and a remote control from her pocket and handed them to Rek.
"Here’s one for your self-defense, just like last time. This bomb has a special feature: it's stealthy. The intelligent beings of Dark Space can't detect that it's a bomb. Unlike the Star Alliance Military with their mass-produced weapons," Alice explained as she handed Rek a bomb.
Rek accepted it without hesitation.
A little over ten minutes later, two students—one tall and one short—dressed in Combat Suits were having breakfast in the Student Cafeteria.
A group of first-year students watched Rek and Alice with curious and envious eyes, cautiously pointing at them from a distance. Of course, they didn't dare speak ill of them; after all, Rek had quite the fearsome reputation.
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