Chapter 419

It has made Bronya vigilant.

The possibilities behind this make her somewhat restless.

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

Bronya nodded:

"Yes, but its abilities seem quite limited. According to the anomalies I know of, their powers are often bizarre, unpredictable, and some are even extremely terrifying."

"Mm, I understand, Miss Bronya."

Natasha pinched her chin, speaking while she pondered.

"With Mr. Svarog vouching for you, and you having provided such irrefutable examples, we in Wildfire are willing to believe what you have said."

"After work ends today, Wildfire will notify all residents of the Underworld that the 'Geothermal Wave' has receded..."

"Thank you."

"However..."

Natasha's tone shifted, and Bronya knew.

What followed was the troublesome part.

I saw this doctor, beloved by the people of the Underworld, staring at her with pink eyes, enunciating every word:

"The harm caused to the Underworld after Cocolia withdrew the Silvermane Guards cannot be glossed over with a simple sentence."

"Even if the 'Geothermal Wave' has passed, this thorn still remains stuck in the hearts of the people..."

"In these past days, the Underworld has been lacking in supplies, without decent weapons or armor to fight the monsters in the 'Fragmentum', and without sufficient medicine after being injured..."

"What this means..."

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

The clinic suddenly went quiet, leaving only the black radio looking at everyone with its two large speakers, speaking strange words that no one could understand.

After a long while, Bronya took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "I understand."

Subsequently, her gaze returned to this radio.

Another anomaly 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.

Natasha did not say anything more.

Bronya is still very young.

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

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

Afterward, there will be compensation, the restoration of transportation, and the reopening of free movement for the population.

Such an outcome is quite good.

Natasha suddenly felt the burden on her shoulders lighten significantly.

That heavy despair of the past, wrapped in hope and the future, and incredibly dark.

Suddenly disappeared.

She was finally able to set her mind at ease, go to the surface, and search for her brother.

She has quite a lot of things to ask him.

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

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

Although she could be said to be battle-hardened and having seen much, able to talk and laugh with the oldest elders of the Underworld, she was still too young in the supernatural field.

For example.

That intense tremor just now...

Where exactly did it come from?

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

Dr. Bright, acting as the pilot, drank another bottle of brandy.

March 7th and Stelle gripped Bai Xuan's clothes tightly, prepared to jump into a space channel to escape at any moment.

Seeing Dan Heng also leaned forward, guarding against a forced landing that could happen at any time.

If the person drinking wasn't Dr. Bright, then advice based on health would still be of some use.

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

He clearly would not care about such small details.

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

It is hard not to suspect that he has some serious illness.

But for now, Dr. Bright, who had already drunk a lethal dose, was only slightly tipsy, and his cheeks were not even flushed.

What an astonishing tolerance for alcohol.

What a terrifying liver!

"You seem to like drinking?"

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

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

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

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

There were even a few drunken pilots who, between being half-asleep and half-awake, landed malfunctioning aircraft safely.

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

"No, I don't like this stuff; it's harsh and tastes terrible..."

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

"What I like is the feeling after getting drunk... well, but you shouldn't learn from me—I'm a guy who is completely beyond saving, 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 Xuan and the others watched Dr. Bright throw away the wine bottle, saying nothing, and having no intention to offer comfort.

They were all temporary tourists, and their young shoulders could not bear the weight of hundreds of thousands of years of life.

Of course, except for Bai Xuan.

Dr. Bright opened another bottle of red wine.

The swaying red wine glass, lips stained with blood.

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

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

"I actually have very severe depression, and what's more, I might be the only patient of my kind in the world."

Seeing Dan Heng heard the doctor's bitterness and frustration.

Struggling hard, yet unable to find release.

Therefore, he suggested calmly:

"There are many doctors with excellent medical skills on the Luo Fu Xianzhou; you might as well go and try."

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

The root of the illness lies in the internal organs, appearing due to the imbalance of yin, yang, Qi, and blood.

"It's just... the port entry process is slightly troublesome, but as one of the four Doctors of the Apocalypse, the procedures should be simplified for you."

But slightly regretfully, Dr. Bright shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, but general therapies are useless for 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 body that can be changed at any time."

The few could not help but sigh.

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

He can completely ignore his health, can wantonly abuse his body, yet there will be no cost.

For the lives of the world, a body is incomparably precious; for him, it is merely a hot-swappable component.

If it doesn't work well, change it.

If you're tired of using it, change it.