NGNL: Can't humans do that

It was as if the Heart and Su'er in the body were thrown out.

Although Lóni was successfully repelled for the time being, Think condition was not good at all. It can even be said that even when she rushed into the submarine with Su'er, she was in a mess.

"Are you okay? Miss Nirvalen!", regardless of the nausea and dizziness in his body, Su'er climbed up from the ground with his hands and feet. He was definitely not wrong just now. Think abdomen was seriously injured, and even at this moment, she was still using magic to heal - the green light disappeared?

Before the stunned Su'er could figure out what this meant, the hand he stretched out to support Think was pushed away, and the slender palm pressed on her chest. With a familiar magical aura, the feeling of being cast by Think on the submarine for the first time reappeared on him.

Without saying a word, without laughing and being proud after defeating the Dwarf named Lóni and successfully taking revenge, all of Su'er past assumptions were in vain. Think just staggered to the control console at the front of the submarine, and her hands on the console were covered with elf characters. Just looking at her figure, one could feel her anxiety, as if she would die on the spot if she was just a little slow.

The cold ship trembled slightly, then calmed down, and the open hatch quickly closed. As the direction began to turn, Su'er understood that the submarine had begun its journey back to the ground, but even now, Think still did not show any joy, and did not laugh at anything for successfully leaving the moles' nest and making a fuss before leaving... This should not be her character.

As if he had used up all his strength, Think sat down softly against the console, his two straight and slender legs stretched out from under the shattered robe after a series of battles. Suddenly, Su'er saw a familiar thing on one of Think ankles - a dark gray iron ring.

He was Sure that Think ankles had never had such a thing before, and the yellow light that flowed from time to time like a breathing light, like the pattern of an electronic board, also showed its identity as a Dwarf creation. Su'er had remembered... He had seen such a thing on the necks of the captives caught at the bottom of the Dwarf city.

A lock that can imprison Elf.

It will gather the spirit in the wearer's body together. If it is forcibly disassembled, it will explode directly. The more spirit the wearer has, the more powerful the explosion will be. Think spirit can be said to be the best among all the Elf.

So... Think can no longer cast magic?

Su'er reacted to this fact blankly, he didn't even know what expression to make.

Suddenly he remembered the mechanical deformation click sound he heard vaguely when he was carried into the submarine. Was it this?

He tried to call out a few times but didn't get a response from Think. The elf with light golden hair seemed to be asleep, leaning against the console with his head down and motionless.

Not knowing whether Think was thinking about a solution, Su'er didn't dare to disturb her. He could only curl up in a corner and slowly close his eyes like last time.

The time required to return to the ground should be about the same as last time, or even shorter. There might be some Dwarf soldiers chasing behind them. After all, their entire city was almost uncovered in the last battle. No matter how you think about it, it would be strange if there were no pursuer.

This might be the last rest time. Su'er tried to empty his mind and fall asleep quickly. Think, who was once extremely powerful, now lost the ability to cast magic like those captured slaves. What does this fact mean to him and what kind of impact will it have?

...Should he kill her when she is the weakest?

Su'er was confused.

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Cold and shaking, but not on the train. The lights of those unknown instruments illuminated the dim environment. The numbers on the screen that displayed the depth were now rapidly decreasing.

It's almost there, and it's getting closer and closer to the cold and murderous Surface world.

Su'er has gotten enough sleep. At this moment, he is looking at Think, who is still sitting against the console, with an uncertain expression.

Without the help of the spirit, the Elf should be far inferior to the Dwarf with their physical strength. After all, compared with the mineral-like bodies of the Dwarf, the Elf are more fleshy and bloody creatures, and they can't be compared with the Werebeast who rely on physical strength to eat.

Even though her body is still stronger than that of humans, she is not in a perfect state. Even though her complexion looks much better now than when she just escaped into the submarine, the feeling of weakness still hasn't dissipated. After all, she was really seriously injured before, and even the process of healing herself was hastily interrupted because the Elf were locked... Could this be her disguise? A bait to trick me into attacking.

How can I approach her without causing vigilance? How can I suddenly attack without being guarded? I'm afraid she is also tense and guarding against me now - no, wait a minute!

Su'er suddenly realized something... Why did he naturally think about a series of things on how to successfully kill Think here? Just when she took him away from the city of the Dwarf?

He asked, but without even thinking, the answer quietly emerged in his mind.

No matter what they experienced together, no matter how friendly the communication was on the Surface, the relationship between the two people has never changed.

Researcher and experimental subject.

Winner and loser.

Su'er will never ignore this, and will never be fooled by the false illusion on the Surface.

Think wants to keep him in captivity, live like a livestock, and may even attack the other humans scattered on the continent for research needs... She can't empathize with him.

Anyone with his own will cannot accept such a future. In the past, he could not commit suicide or escape, but now, Su'er suddenly found that such an opportunity was directly in front of him.

Gripping his dagger tightly, he killed Think on the submarine. The possible pursuer would return to the underground with satisfaction after seeing the body of the Elf-he would be safe and free.

This is a gift.

A gift from Lóni.