Chat Group : Another Fate From Honkai

On a continent known as Terra, dozens of countries sprawled across its lands—each with wildly different cultures, governments, and levels of development.

Some had evolved into modern industrial nations, while others still operated in primitive, tribal ways, led by great chieftains with... very distinct tastes.

'I will always love forest girls!'

In the world of Arknights, the overarching narrative revolves around the political and ideological struggles between empires like Ursus, Lungmen, the chaotic Resistance Movements, and the enigmatic player-aligned organization, Rhodes Island.

Ursus and Lungmen are loosely based on real-world Russia and China, respectively.

As for Rhodes Island, despite its name, it isn't actually an island at all—it's a massive mobile land cruiser capable of traversing the continent.

In fact, not just Rhodes Island, but every major city in Terra is mobile.

Built with modular, detachable sections, these urban fortresses are constantly on the move—designed to dodge the unpredictable natural disasters that could strike at any moment.

Hurricanes, blizzards, torrential rain, floods… sometimes even meteor showers, if you can believe it.

These disasters are fueled by the energy within Originium—and because most cities rely on Originium as the backbone of their industrial development, they're naturally more prone to attracting these cataclysms.

And once a disaster ends, what's left behind? More Originium.

It's a vicious cycle.

And yet, giving up Originium as an energy source has never even been considered an option.

Back to Rhodes Island—its core ship was actually excavated from the ruins of Lemuen, dating back to the Babel Tower era.

The name Rhodes Island was chosen by Theresia, taken from an ancient document preserved aboard the vessel.

Officially, it's registered as a pharmaceutical company focused on curing Oripathy, the disease caused by Originium exposure.

But in truth, it is far more than that.

Rhodes Island treats both Infected and uninfected equally, offering aid to disaster victims and helping resolve Originium-related conflicts across the globe.

No matter who you are, if your goal is to help the Infected—you're welcome to apply.

And the head of its Medical Department—who also happens to be one of the highest-ranking leaders of Rhodes Island—is currently… fast asleep, thanks to another all-nighter.

"Dr.Kal'tsit really works too hard…"

Standing at the office desk, a dark-haired young woman carefully reached out, flipping through the scattered files in front of the white-haired beauty slumped over her papers.

"I'm just… looking for my medical checkup report…"

Unlike in the game, she wasn't bundled up in that ultra-concealing outfit.

Kal'tsit now wore a green off-shoulder dress, revealing her fair skin and giving a better look at her sharp, elegant features.

Her white cat ears twitched slightly above her head, nestled among soft, silvery locks.

But as the "Doctor" continued flipping through the pages, her movements slowed.

Her deep, ink-black eyes drifted toward those twitching ears—furred, delicate, almost twitching in real-time like they could feel her gaze.

The moment felt surreal.

The urge rising inside her was overwhelming.

She swallowed hard and shook her head, fighting off the powerful temptation to reach out her fair, slender hand.

No.

That way leads to hell.

And theoretically, someone nicknamed the "Evil Spirit of Babel Tower" shouldn't be afraid of a little hell.

But... unfortunately, the Doctor had lost her memory.

When the they found her from the sarcophagus, she looked like a completely different person—her hair color had changed, and the heavy, depressing aura that once surrounded her was gone without a trace.

The only thing she still remembered about herself was some fuzzy notion that she might—possibly, vaguely—have one really ridiculous talent.

Like, say... heating up instant noodles using boiling water held in her mouth at 4 a.m.

(Not something just anyone could do—it's on the same level as doing the splits in midair.)

"Screw it…"

Giving in to the suppressed part of her soul, the Doctor abandoned her initial idea of petting the cat ears.

She hesitated, then reached over and picked up a coat draped nearby, gently laying it across Kal'tsit's exposed shoulders.

But… her gaze wandered back to the alluring line of her collarbone.

"…Just a little touch. Kal'tsit probably won't wake up…"

Whispering sweet lies to herself, she rubbed her chin, her expression slowly morphing into something very suspicious.

Driven by an inexplicable urge, the black-haired girl finally extended her hand toward Kal'tsit's ears.

Silky strands of hair brushed past her fingers, carrying a faint fragrance.

Then—the made contact.

The moment her hand touched the soft fur, she was hooked.

That fluffy, smooth texture… it was impossible to resist.

"…Just one touch. Just a tiny touch…"

Her eyes narrowed in bliss. Her expression grew even more... unhinged.

She began gently massaging Kal'tsit's head like it was her personal stress toy—giving the white cat ears some extra attention.

"How does it feel?"

"…Soooo smooth… So soft… It's perfect!"

She answered reflexively—then froze.

Her joyful expression shattered. Her body stiffened like ice.

That sudden chill she felt on her fingertips?

It wasn't imagined.

She was awake.

Like a robot running on failing power, the Doctor slowly pulled back, step by agonizing step.

"D—Dr. Kal'tsit… You—you're awake… I-I was just… here to get my checkup report!"

Her voice trembled with panic.

'I'm dead.'

'I'm absolutely dead.'

I just got dragged out of one coffin, and now I'm about to walk into a brand new one!

Kal'tsit slowly turned her head.

While gently smoothing out the mess in her hair—clearly the result of some overenthusiastic petting—she silently locked eyes with the black-haired girl.

The air froze.

Kal'tsit's elegant face was as cold and unreadable as an ice sculpture.

She didn't say a word. Just stared.

Her cool green eyes were calm—too calm. Like ripples on the ocean gradually settling into still water, leaving nothing behind but a glass-like surface.

Not even a hint of emotion could be seen in their depths.

She rose to her feet in utter silence.

One of her eyes now glowed faintly red, her emerald gaze sliding toward the pale, slender neck barely hidden beneath the Doctor's high-collared coat.

As Kal'tsit stood, the coat draped over her shoulders slipped off and fell silently to the floor. She paused.

She distinctly remembered not wearing that coat to sleep.

Her eyes flicked from the coat on the floor… to the nervous wreck of a girl standing in front of her.

The black-haired Doctor was visibly shaking.

Kal'tsit's expression twitched slightly. For a moment, she fought back the urge to summon Mon3tr and yeet this girl straight out of the office.

She took a deep breath.

Some things required restraint.

Nagami had previously uploaded information about the game Arknights to their group chat, and Kal'tsit had studied that data very thoroughly.

The knowledge had proven extremely helpful for Rhodes Island.

Even though she had joined the chat a little late—too late to prevent the Chernobog disaster triggered by the Reunion Movement—it had still helped.

Most notably, Operator Ace had survived, and Rhodes Island's losses had been almost negligible.

That alone had convinced Kal'tsit of the data's legitimacy.

Normally, someone with her personality wouldn't put blind faith in so-called "future intel." But there was one glaring inconsistency she couldn't ignore.

The Doctor.

Kal'tsit had double-checked every detail.

Yes, the game's depiction of the Doctor as cold, calculating, and utterly ruthless during the Babel era matched what she knew.

A strategic mastermind who viewed war like a game and lives like pawns.

Also accurate: the Doctor had lost their memory.

But then the problem showed up.

This Doctor—the amnesiac one—wasn't just different from their past self. They were even more useless than the in-game version.

Kal'tsit couldn't even put her disappointment into words.

Was this… a gender difference thing?

She had a vague feeling that the game's "male" Doctor might've actually been easier to deal with.

"…This time, I'll let it go. But if it happens again…"

Kal'tsit picked the coat off the ground, shooting an icy glare at the black-haired girl who was clearly trying to pass things off with an innocent act.

"Mm-hmm! Got it, loud and clear!"

The spared Doctor immediately put on her best obedient expression, nodding sweetly.

Heartfelt apology delivered… ready to sin again next time.

"..."

Kal'tsit gave her a long, suspicious glance. Who knew if that nod meant anything at all?

With a sigh, she turned and began tidying up the scattered documents on her desk.

The Doctor, however, didn't leave.

Instead, she took a few steps forward and gently spoke from behind her:

"Dr. Kal'tsit, you should take better care of yourself… Don't overwork."

Kal'tsit noticed the Doctor approaching from behind but didn't look back.

She kept sorting the unfinished paperwork.

"These tasks will soon fall under your responsibility," she said flatly. "Amiya will assist you."

The Doctor froze.

Her face drained of color. Her lungs forgot how to breathe.

Cardiac arrest.

"I DON'T WANT TO WORK OVERTIME!"

The overlapping male and female voices immediately put Kal'tsit on high alert.

She felt her spine tingle, her instincts kicking in.

She whipped around, ready to deal with whatever had just emerged behind her.

But then… she paused.

Her guard dropped when she saw who it was.

Nagami and the black-haired Doctor were standing side-by-side, awkwardly avoiding eye contact… slowly syncing up like mismatched reflections.

The two locked eyes—and fell into a deep, stunned silence.