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"It's a bit hard to breathe."
"Sorry, haha, I just think the shape of a cube is more aesthetically pleasing."
Wendy: "..."
What is this guy talking about? What does it have to do with preferences? Did you mold that medicine into some shape?
"After taking the medicine, you need to stay and observe the reaction for half an hour."
Qi Wen said gently, and Wendy nodded slightly, then stopped talking and sat quietly on the experimental table.
The atmosphere was exceptionally quiet, and time passed slowly in this state until Qi Shi smiled and took the initiative to speak.
"Since we have some free time, how about we chat? Don't you have any questions about the outside world? I can tell you."
Upon hearing this, Wendy subconsciously tilted her head, her eyes lowered, as if she didn't want to communicate with others much.
But then she looked up at Qi Shi, who was also looking at her with a gentle smile. His friendly gaze was completely different from before, which made her unconsciously melt away some of the shell that had closed off her heart.
After a long while, Wendy finally spoke in a low voice.
"I want to know about the strongest S-rank Valkyrie. What has she been up to lately?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Shi laughed, revealing an expression that said, "You've come to the right person." He answered with a relaxed demeanor.
"Durandal has been training a lot lately, or saving the world."
I'd believe you're truly an idiot.
Wendy stared at him for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and turned herself to the other side.
"You don't seem to believe me," Qi Shi said, shaking his head helplessly.
The other party, however, showed an angry expression as if they had been fooled like a child, and glared at them.
"Even if you want to fob me off, you should at least use a better method. You didn't even investigate before giving your answer. Do you think you can keep track of the other party's every move all the time?!"
That's Durandal, an S-rank Valkyrie, the ace of destiny. How could a researcher possibly know her whereabouts? When she asked, she only wanted to inquire about the recent rumors and was already prepared for the other party's investigation to be fruitless. But the other party was so perfunctory!
"Do you understand Durandal better than me?" Qi Shi seemed quite dissatisfied with her performance, and said with a hum, arms crossed.
"Not long ago, she had just assembled the Undying Blade squad and, together with another S-class Valkyrie, Rita, went to New Zealand for a mission. They departed at 1:07 PM, mission number M-83-a052, on the Undying Blade's exclusive transport ship, and hadn't even had lunch yet."
Wendy's angry expression froze for a moment. She looked at the other person again, and didn't seem to be lying at all. She murmured an apology softly.
"Sorry, I got carried away."
He then sat on the experimental table without saying a word, his head bowed in silence.
She suddenly gave a self-deprecating chuckle.
"Ha, to save the world, huh?"
Chapter 66 Corruption, utter corruption.
She herself once held this belief, striving hard and full of vigor, with becoming an S-class Valkyrie being her goal.
Looking down at her numb legs, Wendy clenched her fists and bit her lip until it turned white.
Now, all of this has nothing to do with her anymore.
She was once gentle and cheerful. Even knowing the risks of the experiment and that she might die, she was determined to make a contribution for all of humanity.
But reality dealt her a heavy blow.
She was not a warrior, not a hero, but a cripple despised by everyone!
The experiment failed, the heavy blow of her physical disability, the anger of the management, and the disgust and gossip of those around her all became sharp swords tearing apart her beliefs.
In this environment, her personality changed, and she gradually closed herself off inside a cold shell.
Protecting others is Wendy's dream, but now, she can't bring herself to say it out loud.
Why does she have to endure all of this?
Why her of all people!
Why is everyone around me so cold?
Wendy tried to be rational about everything, constantly reminding herself that she didn't join the experiment for the sake of others' admiration, but such thoughts kept creeping into her mind.
Wendy clenched her fists, a figure flashing through her mind, her fingertips digging deep into her flesh.
Her teacher, Theresa...
If you've seen through all of destiny, you already knew this would be the outcome, so why did you recommend I participate in this experiment?
"Okay, relax a bit." A gentle voice came from beside me.
Qi Shi sat down beside her and gently comforted her.
"Don't look so bitter and resentful, as if you've seen all the darkness in the world. There's always a beautiful and touching side to the world; sometimes you just haven't seen it yet."
Wendy glanced at him, this odd guy who rarely treated her kindly.
Her initial excitement subsided slightly, but she still buried it deep inside, hugging her knees and curling up into a tight ball of flesh, her voice slightly nasal.
"You don't understand anything."
"I know everything." However, Qi Shi raised an eyebrow, once again revealing the expression he had when he saw someone arguing.
"For example, I know that you didn't eat enough at noon."
"People get sick when they don't eat well, and they get upset when they're in a bad mood. When they're in a bad mood, they start overthinking. Come on, there's still plenty of time left for observation. I'll treat you to a meal."
"Ugh, this lousy place in Oceania. The atmosphere is bad enough, but they even skimp on the food. They're really awful."
Qi Shi shook his head and sighed, looking utterly disillusioned with the corruption of fate.
Corruption, too corrupt.
As he spoke, he took out a brand-new insulated lunchbox from under the table. When he opened it, he revealed an incredibly abundant and exquisitely luxurious array of dishes, far superior to the food in the Valkyrie's Dining Hall.
Wendy looked on in astonishment: "Where did you get this? Wasn't the cafeteria closed a long time ago?"
“I’m not like you. I’m a Level 1 Researcher, so of course I have special privileges,” Qi Shi replied matter-of-factly.
"Don't worry, there's more if that's not enough. Whatever you want to eat today, just call me and I'll make it to you. I'll treat you like a hero."
He snapped his fingers, the laboratory door opened, and a dozen figures carrying trays entered, lined up, and revealed exquisite dishes in various styles, their expressions respectful, as if they were being treated like emperors.
Wendy stared in astonishment at the scene.
Where did all these guys come from?! And isn't that guy in the middle your boss?!
She clearly saw that the person in the middle had a name tag that read "Senior Researcher." She had seen him act arrogantly in the lab before, but here he was all meek and submissive, serving dishes.
Who the hell are you?!
Such an outrageous scene has so many complaints that it's hard to know where to begin.
In the end, Wendy only said angrily, responding to Qi Shi's irritating words.
"What martyr! You bastard, I'm not dead yet!"
She looked at the other person, trying to appear as indifferent as she usually was, unwilling to accept charity, but found herself unable to do so.
After enduring such cruel treatment for so long, Mingming's heart had become incredibly sensitive. Even the slightest help felt like charity, deeply wounding her sensitive soul.
But looking at the other person's light smile, Wendy didn't feel offended at all.
This guy clearly doesn't understand anything, yet he talks so offensively!
But... why couldn't she get angry at all? Instead, she felt inexplicably relaxed, and her nose started to sting.
Seeing Qi Shi's gaze, Wendy opened her lips and finally whispered with a slightly flushed face.
"Thank you, then I'll have some."
"I... I just didn't eat enough today, I'm not usually like this."
She explained herself in a somewhat hesitant tone, and for some reason, she became inexplicably concerned about how she appeared in the other person's eyes.
"Hmm~" Qi Shi simply propped himself up on his arm and chuckled, giving an ambiguous response that inexplicably made Wendy blush even more, feeling like a child who had been caught bragging by an adult.
With a flick of his finger, a large, pristine white table unfolded in the room. All the clutter was instantly moved around, and dishes floated onto the table. Those who were standing around in the way also left on their own.
Seeing this display of power, Wendy's eyelids twitched a few times, and she became even more certain that this guy was definitely not ordinary.
As a former A-rank Valkyrie genius, she had seen a lot of the world, but she had never seen such power before.
"Hehe~ No need to be polite. I haven't had lunch either, let's eat something together." Qi Shi propped himself up on his arms and looked at Wendy across from him with a light smile, naturally serving her rice and vegetables.
The experimental site suddenly transformed into a feast, and the sophisticated facilities around it even had a unique charm.
Seeing this rather intimate gesture, Wendy, whose temper was already somewhat volatile, subconsciously wanted to say something.
What are you pretending for! Stay away from me! Do you think I'm that easy to deal with?
As a Valkyrie, she has always disliked those who abuse their power for personal gain.
"Thank you," Wendy said softly, her cheeks slightly flushed.
For some reason, she couldn't feel any aversion to it.
She ate her food quietly in small bites, while frequently stealing glances at Qi Shi across the room.
Thinking about what he had seen before and the special power, could it be that because the experiment at the Oceania branch had not made any progress, he was a new researcher sent by headquarters?
Thinking of this, for some reason, a glimmer of hope rekindled in her otherwise lifeless heart.
Chapter 67 The Herrscher of Consciousness Modified Your Consciousness
Wendy sat in her wheelchair, basking in the sun in the garden.
For some reason, since yesterday, she felt much more relaxed. The gloomy mood that had been lingering around her disappeared. Even the disgusted looks from the people in the branch that had previously stung her heart seemed harmless and were ignored by her.
The warm sunshine felt wonderful on her skin, making her feel exceptionally comfortable today. Wendy looked at the bandage on her leg, absentmindedly touching it with her fingers. The white bandage was neatly tied and didn't have a pungent disinfectant smell. Instead, it seemed to smell like sunshine and a flower field, very comfortable and warm.
The image of that person resurfaced in her mind—that clueless, pretentious guy.
My mood improved without me even realizing it.
But Wendy grumbled unhappily, "That guy, he didn't apply disinfectant to me just for the sake of appearance, did he?"