Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 385 God Man

After finishing their conversation in the conference room, the Doctor and Kal'tsit walked silently across the corridor one after another and headed to the cafeteria where they had agreed to meet Amiya.

Even if the conversation is not going well, it's time to eat, so fill your stomach first.

Kal'tsit has long been accustomed to eating energy blocks she made to meet the energy needs of her body.

During the days when the medical department was overcrowded, energy block coffee and stimulants supported Kal'tsit in working intensively for a week.

Today is different from the past. Rhode Island Medical Department is well-staffed and has sufficient medical resources to support patient treatment.

The widespread availability of anti-ore sickness potions and related medical spells has almost completely eliminated this thorny condition. The only thing the Medical Department can do is treat the complications that come with it.

Kal'tsit's frequency of surgery has been greatly reduced. Her daily work involves either integrating and recording case treatments or holding medical department meetings. Her work intensity has returned to normal levels.

So when faced with Amiya's expectant request, Kal'tsit did not make excuses for being busy with work, but nodded slightly, indicating that she would arrive on time.

The Doctor, walking in front of Kal'tsit, was feeling a bit overwhelmed. The PRTS system anomaly, Precious's awakening, Kal'tsit's warning... all of this weighed heavily on the Doctor's frail shoulders.

If we put aside her multiple identities as a genius scholar of the former civilization, a developer of the Originium Project, and the closest person to Priss, she is actually just an ordinary person.

Her physical fitness is not even as good as that of the most ordinary medical reserve operator. She can't even lift a medical equipment box, but she has to support the grand vision of the survival of two civilizations.

"Alas, there are too many things to deal with. I need to solve them one by one. If I have time, I will talk to Roy and Theresa and ask for their advice."

The doctor sighed silently in his heart and quickly adjusted his mental state.

Amiya must not see this sad look on her face, otherwise the child will worry again.

"Amiya, we're here." The doctor walked into the cafeteria, his eyes swept across the dining area, and relying on Amiya's highly recognizable ears, he quickly found her location.

Across from Amiya sat a familiar figure who shouldn't have been there. Roy's presence brought some relief to the doctor's troubled mood.

"This guy always shows up when I need him. Has he been secretly keeping an eye on the situation in Rhodes Island?"

The doctor's steps lightened a bit, and when he was close enough, he reached out and patted Roy's left shoulder, then secretly sat down on his right.

In the doctor's imagination, Roy would first turn his head to look to the left, and then find nothing, and then realize that he had been deceived.

However, in reality, the doctor's little trick of diverting attention couldn't escape Roy's extremely sharp perception. He ignored the left side and turned his head to look at the doctor who had just sat down.

"Doctor, when did you learn this trick?" Roy couldn't hide the smile on his face as he stared straight at the doctor's face.

My skin seems to have deteriorated. Is it because I didn’t get enough rest?

"...These are all ways that children like to play, and they have worked for Amiya before..."

The doctor was a little embarrassed after failing to play a prank, and kept avoiding looking directly at Roy.

Fortunately, Roy quickly shifted his gaze away from her and looked at Kal'tsit with a subtle expression.

"Dr. Kelsey, please sit next to me. Mr. Roy has guests coming and they should be here soon."

Amiya patted the empty seat next to her, and Kal'tsit didn't refuse and walked over to sit down.

"There's another guest, is it Theresa?"

"No, she's a very cute little bunny. You'll see her soon... Oh, here she is."

Before he finished speaking, two figures, one large and one small, appeared at the cafeteria entrance. Iroh held Hilda's hand and walked towards the table of people.

"Let me introduce you to Hilda, the little rabbit I rescued in Rembilt. Iroh, my magical clone in Rembilt. I changed my name and appearance for the sake of convenience."

"Mr. Iroh, what is a spell clone?" Hilda was obviously a little nervous when she faced so many strangers for the first time, and she quietly clenched the big hand that she had been holding.

"You can think of it as another me. We are independent of each other, yet closely connected. My true identity is very special and I cannot appear directly at REM Billiton, so I need to disguise myself..."

Iroh returned to his original appearance and explained everything to the confused Hilda in a gentle tone.

"So Mr. Roy is really not a god?" Hilda, who barely understood the concept of magical clones, increasingly felt that Mr. Roy, with his special identity and diverse abilities, was the Lord God.

"No, I'm just an ordinary person." Roy righteously refused to accept the identity of God. In his understanding, there were still many things he could not do.

A true god should be omnipotent.

"In my mind, you are a god. But you don't seem to like this title and always call yourself an ordinary person..."

"If you combine the two, what do you think of the title 'God-man'?"

Hilda, with her extremely creative thinking, invented the adjective "god-man".

"...Hilda, just call me Mr. Roy, as before. Don't overthink anything else."

Roy was silent for a few seconds, then touched the little rabbit's head, interrupting her next strange thought.

"Okay, I understand." Hilda nodded, not quite understanding. The beautiful woman named Priss was unwilling to admit that she was a god, but a linguist.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, the carrot pie tasting ceremony will begin now."

Seeing that the problem was solved, the doctor clapped his hands and called on everyone to taste the carrot pie on the table.

We cannot neglect the fruits of Amiya’s labor.

Since the number of carrot pies was limited, Roy merged the two clones into one, thus saving enough for one person.

"What a beautiful carrot pie! Much better than the black charcoal pie made by the kitchen uncle..."

Hilda simply couldn't connect the exquisite pastry in front of her with the carrot pie she knew.

"Which one does Hilda like better? I'll get it for you." Amiya put on disposable gloves and said with a smile.

She becomes a caring older sister, taking care of Hilda, the obviously nervous and timid little sister.

"...Then I'll choose this." Hilda knew she was an outsider and should leave the best for others. So she chose the most ordinary round carrot pie.

"Mr. Roy likes food with regular shapes, Hilda, you can have this one." Amiya, who possessed the spell of emotion perception, keenly noticed Hilda's thoughts. Instead of handing over the piece Hilda chose, she gave her another one.

Hilda turned to look at Roy and, after receiving an encouraging nod, she took the carrot pie from Amiya and savored it carefully.

"It's delicious! This is the first time I've eaten such delicious carrot pie..." Hilda's eyes lit up as she ate it in small bites, reluctant to finish the carrot pie.

"Thank you. I'm glad Hilda likes it." Amiya was very happy to receive such high praise, and her little face was filled with smiles.