The Deepsea Hunters, an elite military group affiliated with the Nation of Agor that existed to fight against the Sea Heirs and their followers, the Church of the Deep.

None of its members are completely Agors, and all of them have been implanted with the genes of the sea heirs through human modification technology.

With the blood of the sea heirs, they have acquired amazing physical qualities, infinite strength, swiftness and sharpness, and even invulnerability.

Even injuries that can be fatal to ordinary people are not a big problem for deep-sea hunters, and they can even achieve a certain degree of self-healing.

But because of this, they are also constantly influenced by the bloodline of the sea heirs.

Even when he is mentally unstable, he is eaten by the blood of the sea heir, revealing his inhuman form.

The heirs will also see them as blood relatives, calling them back to the flock.

Normally, over time, the Deep Sea Hunter will irreversibly succumb to instinct and devour the corpses of his fellow Agor before transforming into another Sea Heir once and for all.

Therefore, the official Agor - that is, the country itself where the deep sea hunters are located, is also wary of the deep sea hunters.

The Coast Guard, known as the Counter to the Sea Heirs, was set up to monitor the Deep Sea Hunters, and would hunt down the Sea Hunters if necessary.

But that's all in the past.

It's not because with the help of federal medical technology, the deep sea hunters have long since escaped the curse of fate, but because the country of Agore is still out of touch.

Including the Coast Guard, everything related to the Gordon official is still shrouded in fog, and the only thing that can be confirmed is that there are already sea heirs haunting and wandering there.

Considering the primordial thirst for nutrients of the sea heirs, and considering the dehumanizing style of the Deep Sea Church, it is difficult for anyone to be optimistic about the state of Agore.

Even now, some hunters who have always longed to return home no longer have the luxury of seeing the people and scenery in their longings.

It's just a simple desire to regain the territory, a simple desire to expel all those horrible things.

But obviously, having lost their headquarters and their teams are shrinking, they don't have the ability to do so.

Although Rhode Island accepted them and was willing to facilitate their cooperation with the landers.

Despite the intersection with the Holy Terra Federation, they have been directly removed from a technical level.

But none of this can really satisfy the deep-sea hunters.

The threat is still there, and they still haven't taken their home, although there are people who are content with their current lives, and although there are people who are tired of the endless fighting, as long as they are given a chance to regroup.

They will re-arm their weapons.

Even for a few deep-sea hunters, the more peaceful and relaxed life here becomes, the more tormented they become, and eventually they return to their homeland after a few days, continuing to observe the ocean currents at the front end, waiting for good news from their companions behind.

However, such hunters do not include Laurentina and ......

Scati.

Although objectively she should be called Isamara, subjectively, since she considers herself to be Skati, then Omer accepts that will.

After all, recognizing the other party's attitude is the foundation of communication.

It is not difficult to do this, after all, in the realm of philosophical speculation, how you see yourself does determine who you are.

All Deep Sea Hunters are blood relatives of the Sea Heirs, and they can all be described as Humanoid Sea Heirs.

The so-called homology of friend and foe is nothing more than this, this topic has long been a cliché, and as a contradictory question, there are many answers in the special studio.

What you think you are, then you are, to hold on to what you are, to fight for what you cling to—that in itself is the perfect truth to make it possible for Omer to face the existence that he had been with more than ten minutes ago without pressure.

To be honest, this really made him sigh.

More than ten minutes ago, he was in the land of Terra, which was simulated by information and data, facing the overlook, the remnants of these years, and the fully awakened Isamara.

And after more than ten minutes, he was still surrounded by Ling, still the fragments of the years like Huang and Chongyue, and Isa Mara, who had not yet achieved self-harmony.

There doesn't seem to be much difference between inside and outside the play.

He is still faced with the troubles of the family loving each other, and the problem of Isa Mara's self-pulling.

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It's just that compared to the end of the game world, which has no way back, it's obviously a simple mode at the moment.

It's not too late, if you say that you will get melons and beans, you will get beans, and all this is just a seed, and it has not yet borne that bitter fruit.

It's just that he can't stop the other party from seeing the bitter fruit that will appear on the screen.

Even Ormo doesn't know what will be going through her mind when she sees her 'self' moving towards another future in that game.

After all, he didn't really know Scati.

His otherworldly memories were too early to be used as a reference, and the current information was incomplete due to the haste with which the question came, so most of what he knew about the woman came from current observations.

The conclusion of that observation was not ideal.

Or rather, Miss Scati was as silent as she had been at the first meeting, and the eyes that seemed to be able to speak were always fixed on her, revealing that unchanging longing, and that small helpless appeal that he could still notice.

He was very familiar with that kind of look, the kind of hesitation that he was suspicious but didn't dare to speak, and the confusion of those who wanted to ask for help and didn't know where to start, he had seen many of them when he was a student, and he had also seen the hesitation of the person coming and going by the window of the café not far from the police station.

There are always many problems in this world that cannot be solved so well.

They are suffering but unable to express themselves step by step, eager for help but unable to meet the conditions set by the system, in the face of those official words, they are mostly helpless, most of them are desperate, and they choose those mercenaries who pay more attention to remuneration and emotion.

At the moment, the two deep sea hunters are doing similar things, and although they see the special features of Omeryu Isamara, they do turn out to ask for help from the mercenaries.

It's just that for the person concerned, turning to the help of the person Isamara longs for is a decision that cannot be said to be good or bad, and even Laurentina, who seemed to be at ease at first, now shows a little stiff and nervous when she brings Scati over.

They've all seen it.

I have seen the performance of the young man in front of me in that game, when he communicates with that Isamara.

It's hard not to think that he's better at communicating with Corrupted Hearts, and even Laurentina, who has collected a lot of information about Omer because of Scati and thinks she knows something about it, didn't expect to see them do that in that game.

That was beyond her perception of Omer. What Linton can do.

But so far, neither of them seems to have any intention of backing down.

It's a rarity.

In this Holy Terra Federation, the intellectual research and technical development of psychiatry and neurology are not immature.

Even the soul has an incomparably systematic system of study.

In such a world, to solve the problem of self-awareness and blood interference, it is not whether you can, but whether you are willing.

If she had done so, she probably wouldn't have been able to take Omer's turn. Linton's approach to the problem was dealt with by mercenaries who were not very close to either side.

But apparently, Miss Scati was not so crisp.

And Miss Laurentina didn't show the level of toughness to decide for her.

What kind of scruples do the two of them expect from themselves - although Omer cares about this, he also knows that this is not the point.

Even for the vast majority of mercenaries - why the caller decided to turn to the mercenary - the question itself is not important.

Not only is it unimportant, but it is even necessary to try to avoid it, because it will save you a lot of trouble.

So Ormer didn't ask.

He just gets straight to the point.

"I don't think your worries are necessary."

His tone was gentle, and he had a steady and mature attitude under his own business posture, which reminded the little black sheep above his head of the millet not long ago.

"After all, like Miss Laurentina, and the Lady Gretia and Mister Urbian, all of you deep sea hunters have been freed from the worries of being heirs."

"They can get rid of it with the help of external forces, and so can you."

"At this time, the so-called hesitation itself is another emotion that cannot be denied in the brain."

He looked at the white-haired girl with her eyes downcast, as if he didn't want to admit it, but it was hard to deny it, and he found a small platform made of gravel to sit on—a training ground for the armed employees of Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.

In the unrestored terrain is a large slab of broken stone that can be used as a seat.

Although the two people opposite him were probably reluctant to sit, he didn't care.

Even the bottom-up view did not prevent him from looking at the level of his gaze.

"I've heard that the thinking of a deep sea hunter changes decisively once he admits that he is a sea heir, but now that is a thing of the past."

"I'm sure you've thought about being like them, but you're also aware that you're different from theirs."

"And this difference is the reason for your current struggle—" he crossed his fingers in front of his knees, and concluded to the girl who was looking down on him, "whether you want to admit it or not, when you realize that you are different from theirs, you have a bias in your heart. ”

"This is not worth denying, because this mental activity is proof of human beings."

"The human heart has such an inertia, once you notice the difference between the little bit and the people around you, that difference will be magnified little by little, and at the same time, you know very well that Isa Mara is waiting for your approval."

"Honestly, it's not worth fearing, for the clash of wills is always about which is stronger, and you have two colleagues, one named Ifrit, and the other called Lapland."

"The former is with the fire demons, the latter over the beast master, they both show that self-will, and you just have to face your own battle."

(End of chapter)