Chapter 246

This broadcast was as tasteless as chewing wax—and completely incomprehensible.

After forcing herself to listen to this short segment of the program.

Bronya's mood did not improve with the verification of what she had said.

Instead, because of that strange narration, she associated it with a bunch of messy things.

She looked at the few people who were silent and lost in thought, and this feeling became increasingly clear.

High-dimensional harpooners, outer whales, and existences treated as rations; these three seem to correspond to the Foundation, visitors from outside the sky, and local residents.

But this is just a conjecture.

However... why would that containment object broadcast these things today?

If there really are high-dimensional harpooners as broadcasted, then whether it is outer whales, local whales, or small fish and shrimp, they are all just existences that are half reserve rations.

Having experienced too much in just one day.

Made Bronya vigilant.

The possibilities behind this made her feel a bit flustered.

Seele raised her head, interrupting Bronya's wild thoughts: "Was that just now the containment object you mentioned?"

Bronya nodded:

"Yes, but its abilities seem quite limited. According to the containment objects I know, their powers are often strange, difficult to predict, and some are even very terrifying."

"Hmm, I understand, Miss Bronya."

Doctor Doctor Natasha pinched her chin, thinking while speaking.

"With Boss Svarog testifying for you, and you also providing such examples that cannot be faked, we 'Wildfire' are willing to believe what you said."

"After work today, 'Wildfire' will notify all residents of the Underworld that the 'Eternal Freeze' has receded..."

"Thank you."

"However..."

Doctor Doctor Natasha's tone changed, and Bronya knew.

What followed was the troublesome part.

I saw this doctor, who was loved by the people of the Underworld, staring at herself with pink eyes, word by word:

"After Cocolia withdrew the Silvermane Guards, the damage caused to the Underworld cannot be covered up by a simple sentence."

"Even if the 'Eternal Freeze' has passed, this thorn is still stuck in the hearts of the people..."

"In the past days, the Underworld has lacked supplies, and there were no decent weapons and armor to fight the monsters in the 'Fragmentum', and there was not enough medicine after being injured..."

"What does this mean..."

"You, the future Supreme Guardian, should be able to understand."

The clinic suddenly became quiet, leaving only the black radio looking at everyone with two large speakers, saying strange things that no one could understand.

After a long time, Bronya took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "I know."

Subsequently, her gaze returned to this radio.

Another containment object has appeared on Jarilo-VI; what this means and what impact it will have on the future construction and development of Jarilo-VI.

This is temporarily unknown.

Doctor Doctor Natasha did not say anything more.

Bronya is still very young.

In her heart, Cocolia's image is probably already unshakable.

Being willing to admit that Cocolia had caused harm to the Underworld is already quite a concession.

After that, there will be compensation, restoration of traffic, and the reopening of free population movement.

Such an ending is quite good.

Doctor Doctor Natasha suddenly felt that the burden on her shoulders was much lighter.

The heavy, dark despair that was wrapped in hope and the future in the past.

Suddenly disappeared.

She was finally able to relax, go to the surface, and look for her brother.

She has quite a lot of things to ask him.

As for the Foundation and containment objects, she was too lazy to consider them.

The water in this might be unexpectedly deep, and she couldn't grasp it.

Although she can be said to be experienced in many battles and has seen a lot, and can talk and laugh with the oldest elders in the Underworld, she is still too young in the supernatural field.

For example.

That strong tremor just now...

Where did it come from?

At the same time, Jarilo-VI, on the shuttle piloted by Dr. Bright.

Dr. Bright, who was the pilot, drank another bottle of brandy.

March 7th and "Stelle" tightly gripped the corner of Bai Bai Xuan's clothes, ready to jump into the space channel to escape at any time.

Dan Heng also leaned forward, preventing a forced landing that might come at any time.

If the person drinking was not Dr. Bright, then advice based on health would be a bit useful.

But for Dr. Bright, this special existence who has experienced countless deaths and changed countless bodies.

He obviously wouldn't care about such small details.

In "Incident 239-B-Clef-Kondraki", this doctor was shot and killed by his colleague Clef, with a strange smile before he died.

It is inevitable to wonder if he has some serious illness.

But for now, Dr. Bright, who had already drunk a lethal dose, was only slightly tipsy, and his cheeks didn't even turn red.

What an amazing alcohol tolerance.

What a terrifying liver!

"You seem to like drinking?"

March 7th spoke cautiously, testing whether Dr. Bright's thinking was still clear.

In the story Bai Bai Xuan told her, there was a group of special pilots.

It seemed that what flowed in their blood vessels was not blood, but high-concentration alcohol.

Whether flying fighter jets, riding rockets, or driving starships, they had to drink.

There were even a few drunken pilots who, in a half-asleep, half-awake state, landed faulty aircraft safely.

Even if the probability was less than one in ten thousand.

"No, I don't like this stuff, it's harsh and hard to drink..."

Dr. Bright shook his head, his smile a bit desolate, like a cicada in autumn.

"What I like is the feeling after getting drunk... well, but don't learn from me—I'm a guy who is completely hopeless, a tragic character who wants to die but has to live no matter what."

As he spoke, he knocked on the wall behind him, and the next second, a trash can slowly rose from beside the seat.

Bai Bai Xuan and the others watched Dr. Bright throw away the wine bottle, said nothing, and had no intention of comforting him.

They were all temporary tourists, and their young shoulders couldn't bear the weight of hundreds of thousands of years of life.

Of course, except for Bai Bai Xuan.

Dr. Bright opened another bottle of red wine.

The swaying red wine glass, his lips stained with blood.

Even his eyes were dyed by the color of the red wine, like red blood.

"Where were we just now, right, the feeling of being drunk—"

"I actually have very severe depression, and, I might be the only patient with this kind of depression in the world."

Dan Heng heard the doctor's bitterness and frustration.

Struggling hard, but unable to find relief.

So, he suggested calmly:

"There are many doctors with excellent medical skills on the 'Luofu' Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, you might as well go and try."

In the eyes of the healers of the Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, so-called depression, anxiety, and mania are just a kind of emotional illness.

The root of the disease lies in the internal organs, and symptoms appear due to the imbalance of yin and yang, qi and blood.

"It's just... the port entry process is a bit troublesome, but, as one of the four doctors of the apocalypse, the procedures should be simplified."

But slightly regretfully, Dr. Bright shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, but general therapies are useless to me—no, they won't have any effect on me at all, I am too special."

He drank the red wine in one gulp, and the expression on his face improved slightly.

"The root of my illness lies in 'immortality', in eternal life, in the deepest part of my soul and memory, not in the flesh that can be replaced at any time."

Several people couldn't help but sigh.

Reminded by Dr. Bright, they realized the doctor's greatest specialty.

He can completely ignore health, can wantonly waste his body, but there will be no price.

For the lives of the world, the precious body is just a hot-swappable part for him.

Not easy to use, replace.

Tired of using it, replace.