Arknights: How Did I Actually Become the Doctor? — Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Don’t Worry Children, The Title Will Return to Normal Soon!You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Kal’tsit’s armored transport rumbled to life, kicking up a cloud of frost as it prepared to depart. She sat in the passenger seat, her expression grim, having successfully corralled the two bickering snow leopards back to Rhodes Island. I stood alone in the snowdrifts, waving them off.

Kal’tsit rolled down the window, fixing me with a deeply suspicious glare. I merely spread my hands in a picture of utter innocence. “I haven’t seen the sunrise over the snow mountain yet! Besides, I promised to escort Pramanix back tomorrow. You can’t force two siblings with such an incredibly awkward relationship to ride in the same car!”

“If that really doesn’t work, you can come pick me up tomorrow,” I added helpfully. “I can handle the paperwork remotely!”

Of course, easing family tensions was a complete lie. I was here to fix the tragedies of Terra, not play couples therapy for the SilverAsh clan. The real reason? I was going to pull off some massive moves while the old lynx was out of town.

“Hiss, so cold!” I shrank my neck into my collar. The market potential for Originium hand warmers up here was astronomical.

Pramanix walked ahead in silence. Hearing my complaints, she turned, offering a gentle smile. “It is quite alright, Doctor. The biting cold is often an outsider’s first impression of Kjerag. If you do not mind, I can lend you my coat.”

“Absolutely not!” I leaped back in a flash. A man had to fight for his dignity. I wouldn’t steal a young girl’s coat even if I froze into a popsicle!

However, her attendant, Kjera, stood by her side. The maid blinked, a distinctly amused, ‘just you wait’ smile playing on her lips.

Kjera, don’t mess around!

The temperature plummeted. A literal tens-of-thousands-of-years-old Great Beast was playing petty elemental tricks on me.

A gentleman never lets a grudge go unavenged. I wasn’t about to take that lying down. “Saintess Pramanix,” I proposed smoothly, “Rhodes Island has always deeply respected local beliefs. In fact, I suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to sponsor a brand-new statue of Kjera right here!”

Kjera’s smug smile instantly stiffened.

“To truly capture the magnificent sunrise and the gorgeous night scenery,” I continued, my voice dripping with corporate enthusiasm, “I suggest we dye Lord Kjera’s divine robes in a striking neon yellow and purple color scheme. Rhodes Island’s latest industrial dye glows in the dark! We can ensure that everyone within a hundred miles can admire Lord Kjera’s blinding grandeur all night long!”

“This…” Pramanix frantically waved her hands, her face flushed with panic. “No, no! Rhodes Island is already a massive benefactor to Kjerag’s development. How could we possibly ask you to spend more money?”

The air grew even colder, frost biting at my eyelashes. I doubled down. “We will also provide the trendiest red and green striped sashes imported straight from the fashion capitals! I guarantee it will make the statue of Kjera both sacred and incredibly eye-catching!”

“No, please! How could we…”

The freezing current swirling around me stalled. It hovered for a second, then finally dissipated in absolute defeat. The ambient temperature rapidly returned to normal.

“Alright then, no need to see me off.” I brushed off my sleeves.

Pramanix blinked, utterly bewildered. Did something just happen? Why did it feel like the Doctor was engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the thin air?

Kjera bit her lower lip. “The Doctor was very sharp earlier,” she remarked, her tone seemingly casual. “Even Mr. SilverAsh could not compare to your insight.”

Pramanix assumed she meant the political negotiations. I knew better. The goddess was subtly probing how I had seen right through her human disguise.

“It’s nothing,” I replied, a dry smile on my lips. “Just well-traveled.”

We reached the summit. The highest peak of the Kjerag snow mountains. The sun was just beginning to breach the horizon, bleeding ten thousand rays of rosy light across the clouds. This was the highest point in Terra, the absolute closest a mortal could get to the Starpod.

I squinted at the brilliant light. “Oh right, Pramanix. Do you have to pray at this exact time every day?”

Pramanix reached for her divine bell. “Indeed. Would you like to observe my prayer ceremony, Doctor?”

I waved my hands rapidly, backing away. “No, no, no. As a man entirely without faith, if I stand off to the side and watch, my head will definitely fill up with highly disrespectful thoughts about Kjera. I’ll make myself scarce!”

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“It is fine, Enya,” Kjera murmured, dropping the maid act to comfort her Saintess. “The summit is completely safe right now. The Doctor won’t run into any trouble.” She paused. “Besides, the time is almost here.”

Pramanix didn’t argue, though she silently filed away the Doctor’s highly suspicious behavior. “…Alright then.”

On the other side, I slipped out of their line of sight, strolling leisurely toward the jagged back of the peak. As I walked, I rolled a small, dark red crystal between my fingers.

It all connected. The massive, glaring sense of dissonance that had been bothering me since I first transmigrated into this world finally snapped into place.

This crystal had been sitting among the shattered porcelain of Kal’tsit’s coffee cup—the one she had ‘accidentally’ dropped during the negotiations. Its texture was unusually heavy, radiating a faint, dangerous heat. It clearly didn’t belong to a ceramic mug.

When the Rhodes Island operator was sweeping up the mess, they had conveniently passed right by me. This shard had been deliberately planted in the debris, meant specifically for my eyes.

It was so unique, so distinct, that the person who left it knew with absolute certainty I would recognize it instantly. To anyone else, it was just a weirdly colored rock.

The special thing about it was—

A silver-red blur exploded from the shadows.

A heavy force slammed into my chest, driving me brutally down into the thick snow. Cross-shaped crimson eyes glared down at me, burning with a complex, agonizing mixture of hatred, desperation, and unwillingness.

“Dr. ■■,” she hissed, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “What on earth are you playing at!”

She pressed one knee hard against my chest, pinning me to the frozen earth. One of her hands gripped my collar in a white-knuckled chokehold. Yet, her other hand had subconsciously slipped behind my head, gently cushioning my skull from the violent impact against the ice.

Silver-white hair cascaded down, brushing against the tip of my nose and obscuring the morning sky.

Hovering just behind her shoulders were six massive, main-cannon-level Arts amplification units. They looked like mechanical wings of pure destruction—technology that absolutely should not have existed at this point in the timeline.

The Revenant Launcher.

And coalescing along their edges were sharp, dark red crystals. Identical to the one currently burning a hole in my palm.

Memories I had subconsciously buried began to violently claw their way to the surface. In my past life, as a dedicated Arknights content creator, my absolute most famous series was the low-rarity, Wis’adel solo-core clears. She was my ultimate carry.

Yet, in this reality? Facing the Black Snake, I had risked the entire frontline collapsing just to temporarily drag Logos into the fray. I hadn’t even considered deploying the most convenient, brain-dead, one-and-only true god of DPS.

Even after I had slaughtered my way through the streets of Chernobog, W had never appeared. Not once.

The elite squad led by Scout—the team that was fated to die in the lore—had remained safely stationed at the Rhodes Island base. Scout himself had easily held out until my arrival.

And I, despite knowing exactly where the Revenant was located all along, had never once considered pushing for W’s early Alter transformation.

I stared up into Wis’adel’s eyes. They were a chaotic storm of love and hate, staring down at me like I was the center of her broken universe.

Suddenly, the entire situation felt terrifyingly complicated.

Wait a minute, I screamed internally. Aren’t we supposed to be in a simple, overpowered transmigration comedy?! Don’t tell me I have a painful, deep-seated, tragic backstory too!

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